I dedicate this poem to the first person I trusted with my story. She knows the entire life of "the girl who doesn't say it all". To the person whom I run to...the one who understands...the one who has always been patient...To the person close to my heart, Ma'am MIRIAM ANNE F. SABOY.

The Omniscient Point of View: My Story

In my darkest hours,
Through the abyss of my hurts,
In the bottomless pit of nothing,
A cry from the clearing alerts.

I turned to see the intruder.
A blurry figure nears me;
In the corner of my mind
Lo,she looks with sympathy.

Anger shot through my veins.
I was shaken by one touch
Of her cold, damp hands
But I couldn't say much.

The tolerant words came out
One by one and to eleven.
She uttered the very words
I haven't heard back then.

I scrambled out of my shell;
I knew then and there
From the day she picked me up
Trust,to her I could share.

Beer Takes Time

My friend Epang gave the title for this short but meaningful poem.

*Beer Takes Time*

Love pushes the falling of tears.
Tears push the expression of emotions;
It takes a friend and a few beers.

Death's Call

DEATH'S CALL

Death comes on a pace.
Anytime it can hit you;
None can win the race.

THE ANT

I made two haikus for my Creative Writing class today. I find it cool to make new poems,specially a haiku.

THE ANT

Walking through the way-
A grain of seed on his back,
Life goes on that day.