The Ghost Girl

I hope you be the companion you expect other people to be towards you.

You never really saw her

Cause if you did

You would realize that her eyes were a little puffy

She wasn’t day dreaming

Her eyes were hazy not because her mind was in

Another world

That wasn’t calm you saw in her face

It was loneliness.


You never really saw her

Cause if you did

You would see that she had

A little bruise below her eyes

She must have wiped her tears too much.

It wasn’t her pink liner that gave that

Faint color

It was a wound.


You never really saw her

Cause if you did

You would make out the words

That she just said

That goodbye didn’t mean

See you later.

It actually meant

See you never.


You never really saw her

Because you were busy

Sweeping your eyes past her

While she looks at you with love

While she spoke to you with tenderness


Now you weep because she’s gone.



In response to the DAILY PROMPT.


Almost Perfect

She kept her eyes open so she could memorize every single detail of his face.


She stared at him, careful not to drop the tear hanging from her eyes as she moved. She pumped her hips as she smiled. She could feel his hands from her behind. This was the moment she had been waiting for. The sky cried with delight and it was cold, but her desire burned like the sun. Her feelings gushed all at the same time; of happiness, sadness, anticipation, lust, longing and love. If I could just make time stand still, she thought.


She tried to move her lips but it stayed shut. She kept her smile; she wanted to be remembered that way. He was divine… and staring, smiling and being frozen in time just like that didn’t matter to her.


If he’d whispered or murmured, she couldn’t remember, but she clearly saw the words formed on his lips. I love you, it said. I love you; she murmured back and looked away. Her tears fell as she embraced the man she adores. It was perfect; if not that they fell in love at wrong time.


In response to the DAILY PROMPT.


Open Your Eyes

“Close your eyes. Look around you and tell me what you see.”


“Monkeys. Monkeys with heads made of out of clay, carrying bag full of paper constantly looking at their watches which are made of silver and gold… yet, the numbers on these watches aren’t there. They glance past things with a sweep of their eye, never really looking.


I see beggars dressed like gods in clothes made of paper as expensive as diamonds. Rags with empty pockets. And they smile through gritted teeth… like something very painful is going on their heads.


Boxes… illuminated by bright light preoccupying the grinning monkeys like their whole life depends on it. I see chains, dangling and crisscrossing everywhere, like everybody is tied with one other. They look choked up.


Flowers… once bloomed but are now scattered like leaves, lifeless on the ground. Dragged by the wind into the trash, mingling with the garbage. It is a paradise of white and gray. Of black and a darker black. Pavements are made of spiky glass and slippery filth. This is their kingdom.”


“Now open your eyes and look at the mirror, tell me what you see.”


“My head is made of clay.”

It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.

– Albert Einstein



In response to the Daily Prompt.


In owe

I was young.

I was a scholar.

I was the breadwinner of the family.

And I was pregnant.


If I had a one-time super power to teleport to another country, another continent or maybe another planet, I wouldn’t have second thoughts of using it right after my mother confirmed that she will be a grandmother soon than she is prepared to be. It was the longest afternoon in my life.

Being the eldest of three, my parents had so many hopes for me. I was taking up an engineering course at a well-respected university. They relied on me on helping them raise my brothers; we were not a wealthy family. They were so proud of having a daughter that will serve as a role model to her brothers and cousins. That one news broke my parents’ heart into pieces.

I thought that was the end of everything I had wished for; a bright future, a good life and a good job. I felt hopeless. My mom won’t talk to me for days and my dad seemed like he just wasted all his efforts. I wasn’t the daughter they thought I was.

Looking back, I never realized how lucky I am. My mom and dad stood beside me, helping me get through my pregnant days. They have provided when I only had limited. They still allowed me to go to school and offered to take care of the baby. Best of all they were patient and understanding. Mothers and fathers, like every individual, are also human beings. But an extraordinary one. They can sacrifice every inch of themselves just so their children can have a good life even though you break their hearts. They are willing to help you stand even if it means collapsing on their part.  And if that isn’t true, unconditional love, I don’t know what is.

The next time you look at your parents and see only a person who hinders your happiness, maybe you should consider asking yourself how much sacrifice they are willing to take just so you can live a comfortable life.




In response to the Daily Prompt.