Perfect PaceMy former solitude is now suffocating me,More Like This
I feel trapped in a place where I used to be free.
Everyday I'm wearing a different coloured mask,
Bright and fancy with no one able to recognise
The many layers of lies that glued them to my face.
I tied those shackles around my life,
All by myself and with my fears alone
I feel like I'm trapped in a broken time-machine,
A voyeur of my black and white memories,
Blind to the colours surrounding me
I used to live my life on fast forward,
but I stumbled and ended up trapped on rewind
I tried to fix my errors,
I tried to puzzle the pieces,
but now I realise that there is no perfect pace
Cardboard DragonThe whole room stops and staresMore Like This
While you make your grand entrance.
As if without a care in the world,
You begin a frenzied dance
Skin crimson red and bright gold,
These colors assault my eyes.
Demanding to be seen or heard,
Despite your not so gigantic size.
Over the clangs of pots and pans,
You move ever so majestically.
For a fleeting moment,
You are all my eyes can see.
Yet, the spell gets broken
And I'm zapped back into reality.
Right back to what I was supposed to do,
Tasks so boring and dreary.
As a child, I would chase you
As far as my eyes could follow.
But now, I realize you're just cardboard
On the inside only empty and hollow.
The Little Bird : An Allegorical PoemOnce there was a little birdMore Like This
With colorful feathers
And an angelic voice
Who loved everything
From the stars in the night sky
To the sound of waves crashing in the ocean
But most of all,
She loved the people.
People who farmed,
People who were sick,
Men, women, children,
Just each and every one of them
Had a place in her colossal heart.
Every day she would sing
A song of life.
Of how man planted his rice
Or of how the cocks would crow
Just before the sun would rise in the east.
She brought joy to all who heard her
And was dearly beloved.
She was content.
She had an unusual visitor,
A lone man from the west.
He was a stranger just passing by,
But when he saw her lush colorful feathers
His eyes shone with greed.
Despite all her protests,
He stole her from her home
And locked her in a cage.
Many other birds,
All of different kinds and hues
Shared her miserable fate.
Filled with despair,
All night and day.
Confused by this strange sound,
The little bird asked
Outsmarting an AmericanMaria was seriously exhausted. So tired, that all she wanted to do for the next couple of hours was to sit back, relax, close her eyes, and, maybe, fall asleep. No, it wasn't because she missed her siesta, if that's what you're thinking (but she'd really wish she had one). It was because of the work and stress that had piled up that day.More Like This
Being a nation was hard work. It involved traveling to other countries to have diplomatic meetings, making trade agreements, promoting tourism, and other things like that. She wasn't complaining about it, the usually smiling South East Asian nation knew her responsibilities as the personification of the Republic of the Philippines, but she just really, really needed a break.
But I don't think anyone can really blame her for being tired. I mean, wouldn't you be worn out if you took an 18 hour flight to the U.S., stayed for a couple of hours, and then immediately took another flight to where ever the next