A Lonely Seeker’s Quest

Walking towards the light of morning blue,

Hoping to find the world’s perfect view.

Here I am, again, frustrated for what I see.

This is not the best place that a man should be.

Moving on with my journey, my feet kept on going.

Seeking for places that might possess what my vision has been longing.

But again to my dismay, I wasn’t able to find

The exact beauty that has been created by my mind.

Everything looks completely terrible,

A product of man’s irresponsible behavior.

Nothing has been left for me to find

Just like the old haven that humanity left behind.  

Being sorry for myself was all that I can do.

I thought of nothing but grieve while longing for you.

Our dearest sweet mother, who nurtured us all,

Is now home for chaos and maiden of fools.

I am so angry with my fellow humans

For our beautiful home is now part of history’s murals.

If only I can change things on my own,

Then everything would be as perfect as yesterday’s home.

Destiny knocked me for what I have just thought

Is the best thing that change-makers should have fought.

This is our planet and we should fight for this

Before everything becomes part of a useless piece.

From there, I stand with courage I endured;

From there, I strive for my passion is pure.

Sure, I wasn’t able to find the right answer from my quest.

But realize that the solution lies within my heart’s treasure chest.


About the Author:

Matthew Sanchez Chua a.k.a Artistmat is a registered and licensed Architect, a diploma holder of Urban and Regional Planning, a blogger,  a web-content writer, a poet, a photo manipulator, a freelance digital artist, a volunteer, and a young leader. His articles and poems were published on his main blog "Whisper of my Heart".  He also writes for U! Happy Events as he is one of the organization's board member. He practices his profession through M.S. Chua + C.A. Dominguiano Architects. His principle is simple: "Walk, leave a mark, and make a difference!"  

Nightmare's Beauty

Alone in the darkness
With the sound of silence,
Trap in a cage of horror
Feeling the sweet terror.

Crawling and creeping,
My head starts freaking.
Weeping and screaming, I hear
From the shadows of my fear.

I sigh with my eyes close
Feeling the rude wind blows;
As my consciousness stops,
My mind flows to the top.

Whirling and twirling,
My head starts aching;
The world is shaking,
That's so confusing.

Monsters here and there,
reds are everywhere;
The place looks haunting
And every one's laughing.

Run and run I go
Not even a slow;
Heading back to home
Where I'm just alone.

I stop and wonder...
Where are the others?
Is this Just a dream?
Or a real scream?

Light glows from the darkness
With the sound of happiness
As I hear the clock's ring,
What a new day it brings.


About the Author:

Matthew Sanchez Chua a.k.a Artistmat is a registered and licensed Architect, a diploma holder of Urban and Regional Planning, a blogger,  a web-content writer, a poet, a photo manipulator, a freelance digital artist, a volunteer, and a young leader. His articles and poems were published on his main blog "Whisper of my Heart".  He also writes for U! Happy Events as he is one of the organization's board member. He practices his profession through M.S. Chua + C.A. Dominguiano Architects. His principle is simple: "Walk, leave a mark, and make a difference!"  

Invisible Sentiment

I remember the time that there was you and me,
We don't care about anything as long as we love endlessly.

Fairytale that we believed could last forever,
But hopes and dreams that last never.

Feelings that's crested, body that is full of warmth fondness,

and soul that is filled with caress and fulfillness.

Alas! Alas! How very soon, dreams and hopes went away,
as vows and togetherness slipped today.

Restless heart slept in a deep slumber, tears fall like never-ending drizzle
counting that one day, everything will come back and still.

The run-downed heart drained its tears and eyes foresaw dawn;
and stood up one by one like a pawn.

Reminiscing the love was as perfect as a folklore,
but never a love that I gave you absolutely as before.

About the Author:

Jeremiah Gabrielle Villanueva a.k.a. Jeremy is a Filipino sociologist. He graduated at the University of Santo Tomas where he obtained his degree in Sociology. He worked as an HR Associate at Convergys where he initiates phone and initial interviews and also responsible for payroll matters. A dreamer, A lawyer in the making, a goal digger and a writer who writes beyond fantasy and thinks farther than reality. An individual who treats lower class, middle class and upper class equally. He do believe in the saying, “To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong (Pearce, 1926)."

Between the Lines

In a cage of doubts and lies, she struggles to breathe the air of truth.

Keeping her heart in a silent battle where words seem to drown unheard.

Chained out of her will, locked in effortlessly in the land of wishful thinkings.

Yet the beaming colors around never fade as her core deceivingly smothers the blaze.

  

Will she dare to reach the melody in the stillness of the dawn?...

When she was already blinded by the flashing lights of the burning sun.

Will he dare to sing the lullaby that would keep her calm in the middle of the stormy seas?...

When he is always sailing distant from the shore where treasures kept in place.

  

In this cold haven of hesitations, lies a castle jeweled with longing.

Yet she struggles to breathe the air that blows peacefully in the green meadows.

An inspiring fear of  blue which surrounds the mysteries of a captivating dream.

Behind the bars of suppressed thoughts, shade of red touches the unspoken.

About the Author:

Raquel Rodriguez a.k.a. Destiny studied BSN at Our Lady of Fatima University. She is currently working as an accounting staff at Borland Development Corporation. She’s kind of timid but always wants to explore. She believes that she was made up of sugar, spice and a dash of weirdness. A dream chaser, a volunteer, a pastry chef wannabe and a little bit of this and that. She writes her heart out and shares the moments of her deep thoughts and the aches of her silence.

Poetry Series: Life of a Poet

A Poet's Lovely Ordeal

In my desk, I try to wonder.

How my mind goes too much farther?

Time by time, I think of words that rhyme

Which will make a poem as lively as time.

Thinking, working and sighing for a word

That brings a meaning for a magical world.

Sketching, writing and editing my piece

Trying to please my emotions at ease.

Poetry of magic and mystery,

How can I obtain such mastery?

Day and night, I long for a perfect you

only to find out I have the wrong hue.

Why is it hard to make you complete?

It feels like I never frightened defeat

Nor defending my right to make a grieve

Nor traveling in a world of make believe.

But by the time comes that I have finished,

It feels like energy has been unleashed.

I can now enjoy my peaceful rest

Towards my bed and away from my desk.

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Melancholy and Poetry

Empty pages, here I am again

Trying to squeeze my mind in pain.

I need to produce words that rhyme

That are as lovely as the pendulum’s chime.

It has been an hour seriously spent,

But no meaning beautifully meant.

What will I do now at this point in time

When words won’t come out like creeping vines?

Emotions, where are you when I truly need you?

Please come out now and carry my waterloo.

I need to compose a sentence from words

That will define the creation of different worlds.

Illusion, when will I even see you

Dance your way to my mind’s cue?

For you are the element that would give accord

To a poet like me before I abort.

Vision, where will you be headed?

My sight hasn't yet been truly mended.

Inputs won’t become outputs once and for all

When you neglect me even as I experience fall.

When shall I complete this empty page

When my silence won’t even engage

In a creative fight of words and rhymes

That shall produce this new poem of mine? 

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A Poet's End

Blank pages of nothingness,
I got to find my own happiness.
Here I am searching on every bit of pages,
But all I've seen were silent spaces.

What’s wrong with my words now?
There’s nothing more to be found.
It feels like I’m lost in my own niche.
Silent tears flowing like cliche.

Hurting… I found myself crying,
Remembering how far I've been flying.
How can I live a life of fulfillment
When words won’t even give its complement?

Now that my rhymes don’t harmonize
And my words won’t even compromise,
All I see is a blank future
With a life that is so unsure.

How come I've reached this stage?
It feels like I’m trapped in a cage
Where sorrow is the only emotion
And poetry is just part of illusion.

Looks like this is where my journey ends.
So long poetry, my long-time friend!
If only this poet hasn't lost his talent
Then there’s no reason for him to lament.


About the Author:

Matthew Sanchez Chua a.k.a Artistmat is a registered and licensed Architect, a diploma holder of Urban and Regional Planning, a blogger,  a web-content writer, a poet, a photo manipulator, a freelance digital artist, a volunteer, and a young leader. His articles and poems were published on his main blog "Whisper of my Heart".  He also writes for U! Happy Events as he is one of the organization's board member. He practices his profession through M.S. Chua + C.A. Dominguiano Architects. His principle is simple: "Walk, leave a mark, and make a difference!"  

Imprisoned Heart

     Sadness... I found myself trapped in this kind of emotion. I felt so helpless as if my heart is being chained with metallic thorns while my whole body is being imprisoned. I felt like I can't escape this kind of life sentence. Yes, the penalty is lifetime and it seems like this kind of penalty is breaking my heart piece by piece until it becomes inexistent.

     How can I be productive with this kind of situation? How can I forget the feeling of being rejected? And how on earth will I be able to move on from that tremendous love failure?

     It's just so degrading how this life sentence appeared. This doesn't only break my heart, but my whole being. I'm very weak right now... very helpless and hellishly suffering. The ache made me totally numb, but the feeling that my memory produced still made me feel pain. And I can't live like this.

     It's almost midnight and my heart started bleeding emotions again while my eyes started its routinely devotion. I wish I could scream as loud as I can just to release this pain. But then, words of sorrow won't even come out. What's wrong with me?

     Silent wishes visited my consciousness: If only I didn't get to know love; if only my heart was already numb; if only I never get the chance to know her; and if only those silent wishes did happen, then I’ll never feel how it is like being rejected.

     I'll be like this until the sun breaks dawn. Days, nights, and midnights... all I do was suffer.  And all I could do was wish for a different ending. Sigh! This is such an impossible wish. All that I really need right now is to move on... and someday, I will. But not until my heart is like this – imprisoned, helpless, and still breaking. 

About the Author:

Matthew Sanchez Chua a.k.a Artistmat is a registered and licensed Architect, a diploma holder of Urban and Regional Planning, a blogger,  a web-content writer, a poet, a photo manipulator, a freelance digital artist, a volunteer, and a young leader. His articles and poems were published on his main blog "Whisper of my Heart".  He also writes for U! Happy Events as he is one of the organization's board member. He practices his profession through M.S. Chua + C.A. Dominguiano Architects. His principle is simple: "Walk, leave a mark, and make a difference!"  

To The Man Who Can't Love Me Back

     I never thought I would feel this way about you. It was just an ordinary encounter, one morning, out of my not-so-ordinary-days. I haven't had a vision that this would happen because I knew that I've already gone numb with all the pain which shattered my heart into tiny pieces. My eyes were sick of seeing the same old view and finally got tired of drying the tears which kept on falling that only my bedroom walls have witnessed. I let the hurt fly with the love once I've found when I realized I had enough.

     I spent my days stitching the wounds of my past as I embraced loving myself a lot more. I gave my life another chance to breathe. And then you happened. It wasn't a love at first sight kind of thing. It just came to the moment where I felt changes on how my heart beats every time you've crossed my mind and butterflies would go wild, which is really not a good combination! As what I'm good at, I-G-N-O-R-I-N-G those funny feelings kept me normal, 'cause I plainly have to be normal, firm and alive. Not until the urge to just have a glance of you everyday made me realize that I probably have feelings for you and I couldn't let this budding love take over my actions.

     Your stories made me escape from everything that was bothering me. I've found comfort in your laughter on my struggling hours. And as much as I wanted to meet those brown eyes, I just couldn't because I might end up hurting myself. It was ironic how things unfolded right in front of me and I needed to compose myself. I tell you, it was really like I was struck by lightning when you told me you love her, it felt weird to keep my head high when my hope was burning. I wanted to feel icy cold. And it was even crazy weird how everything got intertwined and I still had to smile.

     I had to keep "me" on track. I didn't want to cause damage on what we've got and I wanted to blame myself for my heart started it all. I had to control my brain not to rely on you anymore because even I never admitted it, the fact that you wouldn't be around one day, gave me a strange feeling of fear and regret...But I was grateful that you taught me how face this, not brave enough to endure the pain though, but still brave to stand and handle things maturely.

Love,

The woman who always keeps a smile on her face

About the Author:

Raquel Rodriguez a.k.a. Destiny studied BSN at Our Lady of Fatima University. She is currently working as an accounting staff at Borland Development Corporation. She’s kind of timid but always wants to explore. She believes that she was made up of sugar, spice and a dash of weirdness. A dream chaser, a volunteer, a pastry chef wannabe and a little bit of this and that. She writes her heart out and shares the moments of her deep thoughts and the aches of her silence.

Wave of Memories

     He is sitting beside a tree, which stands tall along Roxas Blvd., while gazing at the beautiful play of atmosphere that the bay has to offer. The sky looks so warm caused by the expiring sun while the air feels so cold brought by the graceful but forceful waves. Yes, the atmosphere is a mixture of warm and cold. And it is such a poetic feeling for him to experience this kind of atmosphere as he reminisces his long lost moments with Madeline.

     Madeline is such a sweet girl with a very sweet sense of personality and with a little touch of weakness. She can be likened to a flawed diamond that can be appreciated by few people like him. To him, she’s a flawed diamond that continues to shine prettily amidst its mild discrepancy – a kind of brilliance that can only be owned by chosen people. Yes, he’s one of those chosen people capable of appreciating this kind of diamond. For him, she’s such a priceless treasure that only he may have noticed. Indeed, a very rare beauty, which perfectly complements him as a person. That is why longing for her presence is such a great remorse.

     Flashbacks came as the cool weather continues to ease his warm feeling with overflowing sadness, which was exhumed from his joyful moments. It is such an irony to explain how a once happy story can easily ignite his silent tears.

     He still remembers how Madeline grips his hand tightly as if she would never let go no matter what would happen; he still remembers the nicely-carved shape of her eyes every time she smiles; he still remembers how she laughs at every joke he shares with her; and, he still remembers how her sweet voice captivates every beat of his heart. Those memories are his life’s priceless treasures. They cost nothing but great amount of value, which were carefully stored not in his humble mind but in his untainted heart.

     His eyes turned teary as he continues to reminisce his unforgettable past. Those gentle waves are giving him the feeling of intense longing as he hears the rushing sound of it. To him, it is a sound of a silent melody that produces sadness – intense sadness that is. A melody that is composed of beautiful notes; each musical note deserves a heart-warming tear; each tear deserves a memory to remember; and each memory deserves an everlasting value.

     He does this everyday. Not even once that he failed to remember her. For him, temporary is just a mere fiction that has been produced by man’s fabricated reality. For him, it is always about permanence - permanence that can be found in his undying love for her... a love that can never be separated by time; and only death can permanently separate him from the love that he feels for Madeline. It is a kind of love that can be likened to the irreplaceable truth of reality – the coming and the leaving of the mighty sun.

     As the sun bids goodbye to the sky of Roxas Blvd., his longing for Madeline continues to grow stronger. The atmosphere showed its lovely interplay - a sudden turn of color - as it welcomes the reign of a beautiful night. The end of the sun’s term reminds him of how his relationship has been put to an end - an end that reminds him of a much anticipated comeback. Yes, another sunset has to end.

     He wipes his warm tears and walks away. Leaving his intense memory imprints and promises to return again for him to reminisce his touching moments to the sweet calling of the mighty wave that has greeted the mighty expiring sun.

About the Author:

Matthew Sanchez Chua a.k.a Artistmat is a registered and licensed Architect, a diploma holder of Urban and Regional Planning, a blogger,  a web-content writer, a poet, a photo manipulator, a freelance digital artist, a volunteer, and a young leader. His articles and poems were published on his main blog "Whisper of my Heart".  He also writes for U! Happy Events as he is one of the organization's board member. He practices his profession through M.S. Chua + C.A. Dominguiano Architects. His principle is simple: "Walk, leave a mark, and make a difference!"  

Petal of Sorrow

     I am in deep sorrow as I stare at the last petal that fell on the ground. That last petal reminds me of her and the many memories that we have shared with each other. I must say that I, still, can’t recover from losing her. My mind is being occupied by questions, which lead to my confusion. I am so confused right now. Yes, I am very confused.

     When shall I begin rebuilding a life that says nothing about you? Where shall I start this quest of healing a heart that still longs for you? How shall I end the feeling of deprivation for my self every time I’m missing you? Where shall I start? And where shall I end?

     These are questions that I need to answer for my own and for my own alone. It is such a melancholy for me to respond to questions that linger within my mind while untangling strange emotions that have remained within my heart. My entire being has been disturbed by her nothingness. Oh yes, too much of her nothingness.

     I need to say goodbye, but still hoping to say hello. I want to forget her death and try to remember her fruitful life as it went. I want to have clarity and yet, all I got is confusion; confusion for my entirety.

     What life shall I look forward to when part of this life has been taken away from me? What future shall I see when my entire vision has been buried six feet under me? What love shall I take when my heart has been taken away from me? What tomorrow shall I seek when my past is still haunting me?

     There are so many realizations that I need to ponder. But right now, the only realization that I’m considering are these two simple thoughts: “It’s easy to say hello, yet so hard to say goodbye”; and, “Happiness can come anytime, but sorrow comes as a surprise”. Yes, these two alone are the only truth that I can think of. These two reflects the entire identity of the last petal, which has been detached from its own body. It is the only petal that reminds me of how my love for you went through. Yes, my love for you gave me joy for myself, but provided sorrow as your presence slowly fades. It’s such a sad feeling for me to know that I was able to love you for a lifetime but, in the end, it turns out that you only came to spend your life with me for such a very short period of time; a very short period of time that, for me, it is already for a lifetime.


About the Author:

Matthew Sanchez Chua a.k.a Artistmat is a registered and licensed Architect, a diploma holder of Urban and Regional Planning, a blogger,  a web-content writer, a poet, a photo manipulator, a freelance digital artist, a volunteer, and a young leader. His articles and poems were published on his main blog "Whisper of my Heart".  He also writes for U! Happy Events as he is one of the organization's board member. He practices his profession through M.S. Chua + C.A. Dominguiano Architects. His principle is simple: "Walk, leave a mark, and make a difference!"