Poems and Stories

For Janinna 💕

One of my soul sisters sent this prompt to me. And I just wanted to see if I still got it with writing on the fly. I hope this delivered.

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She is finally silent, though her heavy breaths could still be heard within the stillness of the four walls of their living room. Her watery eyes are cold, determined, angry. She continues to look at him.

Him.

The man she once promised to love forever. The man she once said she’ll grow old together with. The man who held her heart for the longest time.

The man who she fell in-love once.

The same man that she isn’t in-love with anymore.

“I’m done,” she quietly says, sitting down on the couch she remembers as the very first furniture they bought together all those years ago. She chuckles bitterly at this realization. “I am just so done.” Continue reading “For Janinna 💕”

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Unbalanced – A Short Story

He’s seen her.

From the beginning of his concert from the stage until now. Even with the bright lights shining down on him, the loud sounds of the arena all around, he still sees her.

She’s not exactly up front but she’s quite close that he can still make out what she looks like. Her long, brown hair flowing around her shoulders, her dark yet smoldering, bright eyes, and those full pink lips, smirking.

Continue reading “Unbalanced – A Short Story”

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Prompted Drabbles

I’ve been having a massive writer’s block lately and I haven’t really gotten back my drive to write yet. I know, I know. It’s been MONTHS, goodness. Though there are times when I really REALLY want to write, I feel its urge. My muse is still there but for some reason, I’m having a hard time getting the drive and inspiration to get my pen and paper (or laptop and word document) and just… well, write.

So I took to Twitter and asked some mutuals for writing prompts that would help me get out of my funk, so to speak. I wrote some drabbles in response to that. See/read these drabbles below.

Well then. I hope these delivered. And hopefully as well, that this is the start of me writing once more. Continue reading “Prompted Drabbles”

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Sleep (A Short Drabble)

This here is just a short drabble that I wrote one night when I couldn’t sleep. This may or may not be inspired by true events. *wink, wink*

S.W.E.E.T. Books

She woke up, feeling a little bit disoriented as she looked around her, quite miffed that she was up when she knew she just went to bed. She then breathed a small sigh of relief when she realized she was in their bedroom. She didn’t remember walking towards their bed but she did remember plopping down on it when she got there. She felt for him beside her, frowning when she felt the cold sheets instead.

Where could he be? She thought.

It was 2:30 in the morning and she was kind of annoyed to be up only after an hour of sleep. It seemed like even sleep was eluding her for the past few weeks.

Couldn’t really complain. What with the new changes and all.

She got up and stretched, her back muscles popping, making her groan in satisfaction.

Oooohhh… That felt good.

She then started to walk…

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Of Ice Creams and Staying In

“Can we stay in tonight?” he asked as he plopped down on the couch beside her, almost making her drop her bowl of ice cream. He groaned in satisfaction as his back hit the soft, suede of the couch, closing his eyes as he breathed deeply.

It was Friday and it was also date night. Usually, after work – they would go straight to wherever it was they agreed to meet up for dinner perhaps a movie after, then maybe a night cap in a bar somewhere. Tonight though, she went home instead – since she was out early and knew that he needed to overtime a bit in his office.

She was in her shorts and one of his shirts that she loves to wear, more comfortable in his clothes instead of her own as she thought of having a little treat before their supposed date, prompting her to get some ice cream from their fridge. When he came in the door, she almost dropped the ice cream in her hand – as he jostled her unintentionally.

She looked at him, frowning and deadpanned, “You almost made me drop my ice cream.”

He turned his head towards her and grinned, “I’m sorry, love. But can we?”

“Can we what?” she asked as she put a spoonful of the cold ice cream in her mouth, moaning at the first bite of cold seeping through her tongue.

He stared at her, his eyes slowly darkening as she closed her eyes and savored the avocado flavor of the ice cream she held in her hand, suddenly imagining the things they could do with it. Her moaning got him all hot and bothered.

“Can we what?” she repeated her question just as she swallowed the ice cream and had to stifle a gasp when she turned to him and noticed him staring at her heatedly.

“I said, can we stay in tonight?” he murmured as one of his fingers slowly worked its way up on her exposed thigh. He marveled at her soft, olive toned skin, smirking when he heard her soft gasp.

“Uhm, w-why?” she stammered as she tried to get her composure. What was it with this man that always made her lose control? Was it the way he always would stare at her intensely? Or maybe his disarming smile and deep dimple? Perhaps a combination of both – which he was doing right at that moment.

Yep. It was both.

“I want to do something else aside from our usual date night,” he continued, his voice low as he scooted closer to her, his whole hand now caressing her thigh. He then leaned towards her and started to nuzzle her neck, groaning lowly in his throat as she tilted her head to the side to give him more access.

“Which is?” she was whispering now, the bowl of ice cream threatening to fall from her shaking fingers as she moaned when she felt his tongue dart out to lick the heated skin along her clavicle.

“Rock your world,” he whispered back before sucking on her pulse point, his hand now under his loose shirt on her, slowly traversing the soft expanse of her tummy towards her bra-less breasts.

“And how do y-you… oh, god… propose we do that?”

He grinned against her skin, feeling triumphant that his seduction worked as he took the bowl of ice cream from her hands and set it on top of the coffee table. He grinned wider just as he thought of something as the coldness of the ice cream bowl left his hand.

He then went back to her and in one swift motion, had her lying on the couch on her back as he hovered over her. She squealed and giggled as she looked up at him, her eyes shining in mirth. Her laughs, however, slowly turned to moans and breathy gasps just as he leaned down and started to earnestly kiss her, his mouth moving on top of hers as he explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue.

“You. Me. This ice cream,” he softly said, in answer to her earlier question. “I think I want to have dessert prior to dinner. And I think I want to have it in bed. As you ride me and rock my world completely.”

She didn’t answer anymore, her arms going around him as she pulled him closer to her.

And both were lost.

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Of Satin Ribbons and Sunrises

For Pia.


The satin ribbon gracefully danced with the wind while it held her final breath.

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“Love, can you push me outside?” she called softly for her husband of 50 years, as she twirled a white satin ribbon in her dainty, fragile hands – the same ribbon that she wore on her hair during their wedding. She wanted to see the rising of the sun, feeling that this might be the last time that she would be able to do so.

“Wait for a minute, my love,” she heard him answer her back from somewhere around the house. She waited for but a few heartbeats before she finally felt her wheelchair move.

“Won’t you be cold here outside?” her husband lovingly asked, even as he draped a thick comforter around her frail shoulders once they were outside on their patio. “I don’t understand why you want to get out of the house this early. It’s not even 5 o’clock yet. Plus it’s a bit cold here in the beach house and yet you still want to –”

“I’m all right, love,” she answered, cutting him off, looking up at him, smiling, trying to reach for his hand which he gladly gave. “I just want to see the sunrise, that’s all. Even for the last time…”

“Don’t say that,” he whispered, squeezing her hand lightly. He knelt beside her before planting a kiss on her temple. “You would still experience a ton of sunrises and sunsets. This won’t be your last. Wasn’t it only –”

“My love,” she interrupted once more, her other hand that was holding the ribbon – reaching up to touch his face. She smiled at him, amidst the pain in her frail body. She smiled at him, even through his worry for her. She smiled at him, like nothing was amiss. “I’ve accepted it already. You should too. Doctors said anytime now, remember? They couldn’t do anything for me anymore. As long as I’m comfortable. That’s the only thing that matters now. At least even in my death – I’m here. With you.”

“Love…”

“I love you.”

He closed his eyes, as a lone tear escaped which she lovingly wiped away. She leaned down and gave him a kiss which he softly returned. She smiled against his lips as she felt the soft rays of the rising sun on her face.

She gently pulled away as she watched the sun starting to rise on the horizon, painting the sky with its orange and yellow hues, the light blue backdrop beginning to shine through. She watched as the moon and the twinkling stars bid her goodbye to welcome the new day that the sun was bringing.

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered with a smile, her eyes not leaving the beauty of a new day even though her breathing was becoming slightly labored.

“Love, are you still ok? I should take you back in. It’s getting chilly for you out here even with the sun rising. It’s not good for you. We could always go again in a — Love? Love?! LOVE!”

Her head suddenly slumped backwards, her hand in his slacking. Her hand that was holding the ribbon, falling on the side of the wheelchair – letting go of the ribbon. The wind picked it up, making it sway and dance as it took it in its embrace.

She took her final breath, watching the sun rise, watching a new day unfold, with the love of her life, with the memory of the happiest time in her life, with a smile on her face.

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A/N: May pinagdadaanan lang. 

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Smiles

He smiles as he watches her, thinking how much of a lucky bastard he is that she said yes to him when he proposed.

“What are you thinking?” she asks him as she turns her head towards him, catching him off guard, making his breath slightly hitch – with the beatific grin she has on her lips.

“How lucky I am that you are mine,” he replies softly, honestly – showing her his infamous bedimpled smile.

She smiles wider as she scoots closer to him, wraps her slender arms around his neck and plants a kiss on his lips.

“I am luckier because I have you.”

He savors her kisses as he closes his eyes, pulling her closer so he feels the beating of her heart against his.

Yes, he’s one lucky bastard indeed.

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First Night

They were cuddling on the bed with barely their underwear on, eyes gazing at each other, fingers grazing each other’s skin as they slowly smiled.

Contented.

Sated.

Loved.

“Hi,” he softly whispered.

“Hi, yourself,” she whispered back.

He then leaned towards her and gave her the softest of kisses on her lips. She responded, slowly at first, kissing him fully, her lithe hands traveling to his nape.

Then the kiss turned fiery.

Passionate.

All consuming.

Red hot and burning.

He broke away panting. “Another?”

She opened her eyes, gasping. “Yes. Oh, yes.”

Together – they delved.