Useless Parchment

"Some people are so poor the only thing they have is money."

-Anonymous

Gunshot

First Verse:
Breathing in acceptance, 

Trying to resist the force clawing in

Beating through my chest.

Saying my byes to the skies.

I pushed away the cries begging me to turn back.

No, I said, facing the last step

One more push, one more risk.

Pre-chorus:
The moment I saw you, arms extended, love tainted

I'll never regret what I committed, I'm a willing victim.

Chorus:
Drown me into a new life.

Using your wings, take me within.

Guard me inside of your arms, what I was robbed of

Fill me with your love.

No more fear, no turning back

I'll be born anew from the ashes

I'll live again, restart my tracks

Taller, stronger, I'm a warrior.

I'll begin again, I'll begin again, it's true.

I'll begin again, I'll begin again, with you.

Second verse:
Crashing waves beneath me, just one jump will end.

A fresh new start, a change I can see.

I stole a glance from that life

The unhappiness sighs

Mistake after mistake.

Regret after regret, my deeds were set.

I won't go back, no I won't go back.

Pre-chorus:
The moment I saw you, arms extended, love tainted

I'll never regret what I committed, I'm a willing victim.

Chorus:
Drown me into a new life.

Using your wings, take me within.

Guard me inside of your arms, what I was robbed of

Fill me with your love.

No more fear, no turning back

I'll be born anew from the ashes

I'll live again, restart my tracks

Taller, stronger, I'm a warrior.

I'll begin again, I'll begin again, it's true.

I'll begin again, I'll begin again, with you.
(chorus repeated twice)

The Comfort Room

My thighs are like bicycles

My arms are like rocks

My head is stuck in traffic

My heart holds blood that as dark as night

I live in fantasy

I feed on imagination

Time in a Song

A Candle Light in a World Full of Gloom

The blood she was born from was long gone before I was brought to this earth.

Made up of pure light, she knew nothing about sins or dirt.

Neither ashes nor dust were found from her for she simply vanished into thin air.

Yet her footprints that were left… reeked humbleness in perfection as one would ever dare.

She may not know me then for she lived many lifetimes before me,

But I am assured that she understood who I am, because I know she can see.

A million diamonds wouldn’t know her and what she was worth,

For she was one of the most priceless jewels that ever walked this earth.

She lived with Him by her side her whole life.

It is like how one would live with the sun on her feet and the horizon in sight.

She danced in the cleanest waters and walked the purest path.

Creatures from below were enraged for she will never feel their wrath.

She is who I want to be; an angel in the body of human,

Her heart was as deep as oceans and her soul was brighter than the sun.

She spoke with her actions and defeated invisible wars,

She was true, fair, and magnificent than all of the stars.

She is who I will become in every movement I will carry.

I will be like you, I assure you, Mother Mary.

In your deeds I will live in and in your life I will reflect.

I will pay your story with love and my out most respect.

And when I do succeed to follow the footsteps you left,

I will inspire other people to follow you too, even after my last breath.

I promise they will love you too, Mother Mary.

I will do everything in my power for them to see you in me.

Showing Gratitude

Owls and Spider inc.
305 San Luis Alley, Severina 18, I.D.I village, Parañaque City
(02) 486-14-70—www.owlsandspider.com

February 15, 2014

Ms. Annie Clark De Guzman
Staff Manager
36^th Chicago Street, Argon Alley
Marikina City

Dear Miss De Guzman,

We thank you for supplying for and organizing the fundraising program for our newly developed bookstore. We deeply appreciate the effort that was seen from your staff. We will forever be indebted to you and your fantastic method towards success.

Thank you for holding your team strong enough to accomplish this amazing achievement. The bookstore has never been more well-liked by the youth from the city.

We will always treasure your kindness.

Sincerely,
Yvonne M. Santos
Founder, Owls and Spider inc.

My Silent Knight

He isn’t the best person when it comes to saying the right words. But, his actions mean everything to me for they shout the truth about what he feels and what believes in. And that alone is more than enough to keep me in a place where I would forever adore him.

My father is a silent knight who is continuously fighting for me and my family.

He makes us full aware of his love not through his words but through his actions, a silent knight who truly saves, a silent knight who truly conquers.

A Spark of Hope

There was a drought in a city without a name.

The drought lasted for almost a year and everything started dying. The citizens were trying to conserve water in every way they could, but one by one everything started to fall, piece by piece, brick by brick, one person after another, all dead.

The first ones to depart from life were the plants. Once the scorching heat of the sun was too unbearable for them, they started to wither and die. Their leaves broke into fragments that are soon carried away by the waterless air.

And then the animals started to collapse. People starved.

Every citizen of that city was scared, they started to pray, they started to believe that there could be miracles, they started to ask for God’s help. But days and soon months passed, still there was no sign of water.

The people’s faith began to waver.

They began to give up. That’s when they began to die. And then people began to grieve, their hope diminished more and more. The moment their spirit and faith left their bodies, they did too.

But, there was one boy who kept believing, a boy who kept his faith hard and unbreakable. He brought his blue umbrella to school every day for he was convinced that it was going to rain.

He looked ridiculous, he was teased and bullied, yet he kept bringing his bright blue umbrella.

And then, the air started to feel different. It started to feel damper and damper each day. A spark of hope returned in everyone’s eyes. The boy’s classmates started to bring umbrellas too.

And soon the whole school was influenced into bringing umbrellas every day. This empowered more schools to follow their footsteps. More people began to have hope, they began to believe again. They brought umbrellas with them.

People regained their faith, they regained their strength, they began to live again.

And then one day, a few drops splattered against the hard concrete soil. Within seconds, those few drops turned into a multitude of droplets of water.

And then, the sky began to leak with a generous downpour, a heavy rain showered the nameless city. The once dried up soil began to drain the water affectionately, consuming in life once more. People rejoiced and celebrated.

The boy with the blue umbrella was grinning, his smile was from ear to ear, his eyes shining brightly, his head looking up at the sky. He was just standing in the middle of the street, listening to the sound of droplets that hit his blue umbrella.

 One of his friends saw and asked him: “How did you know that it was going to rain soon?”

 “I didn’t,” the boy replied. “But I did know who God was.”

The people regained life even before it rained, they took back the strength and faith that was once lost. They remembered who God was.

They believed.

Words in Lifeless Trees

Portals exist in libraries. They exist inside the small and fragile instruments of reading. They exist in every book.

The trees that hold words can transport any reader from one world to another. 

Books may look so harmless and simple, yet why do they manipulate people into doing dangerously lethal actions? Why do they convince people to completely change their way of life?

 This is because every word inside a book is a deadly sword that pierces people’s hearts. And with every sword there is a single message that invades their minds. And people feed on this message as if it is the only thing that keeps them breathing. And then that’s when they start to change.

Books are portals that can transport people into places where their best version exists. They transform and grow into the best of what they already are. People change.

They change because of books.

Can you change?