April 29th

I was late because, wait, I’ve got an excuse! Lol! I visited my big brother because he just landed yesterday in our country and I want to be the first face he’ll see! Lol!

Twenty- eight Story Word

My blood
as an ink
this skin
as the journal

as the theme
Eternal love
as the tademark

and that’s how we roll
the story about


April 28th

The Galaxy of your Love

There are unknown constellations
within my skin. Scientists proclaimed

they’ve never seen a puzzling pattern
“quite rare in it’s phosphorescence!”

they exclaimed. They didn’t know
I’d like to show but-

how do I explain you feed me the stars?
How to reveal there’s a whole galaxy

at the back of my hands, you painted them
exquisitely, like no one has ever seen

How do I tell the story of how you collect
the air and- breathe in me of beauty?

They would like to learn
where you witnessed what you discovered

How you did what you’ve done.
I stand up with full confidence as I say;

“You won’t fathom his struggles
to convince the stars to live with me

endlessly following the air to-
breathe in me the beauty of life.

Your mind will blow as to how
he timelessly wait for the universe to

showcase it’s beauty. His eyes fixed for
three lifetimes. Making sure he

never missed a detail.

So yeah! You will never be able to
see what he saw, do what he did

because to master that
you will first need to-

love only me. More importantly,
be loved in return but

I don’t think I have the command to
love anyone the way, I loved him…

©Bluesirie 20130427

April 26th

ohhh my goodness!!! Just four more days and I would’ve completed my first ever successful NaPoWriMo! Wooohooo!!!!

The Camera

“That’s an amazing camera!” they said
in terms of monetary value, maybe but

there’s a camera that my heart will
always be jealous of, the same way

only the thorns, ’till hell freezes over
will be able to fathom what

it feels like to be with the rose.

It’s the moment where he captured me
and you, together. And I wonder

how he took it without ever
burning himself in the process for we-

together, have always been set on
fire. Not in any under condition will

I ever know how it feels to
set my camera, point it towards you

look at the viewfinder and behold
a beauty so ravishing, and I imagine

if my finger could ever betray me
not pressing the shutter because

a physical beauty made out of you will
never ever do you justice

not in a two dimensional paper
could ever explicate

the beauty of being you…

©Bluesirie 20130425

April 25th

A Never Ending Ode to You and Me

I know people are tired hearing about
us, writing tales we only could tell but

the blood flowing within me and
the bones in my muscle within my fingertips, the

brain that commands my heart to weave just
don’t have the talent to- stop

I could learn any skills you could
throw on me, just not the ability to

forget about you…

And in all the tragedies I’ve met, the
wounds I inflicted on myself that

turned into scars through out the years which
made me feel ugly and unloved just

faded one day, when you told me I
was the kind of beautiful you

would spend the rest of your life
loving and laughing with, and

I don’t think I’d ever want to
hear that word ever declare in the

same manner you did, because you
made me feel like it belonged to my heart in

the same way that my heart will always
from then and ever, belongs to


©Bluesirie 20130424



No matter what, people are beautiful. They can be broken or whole or abused or depressed or fearful or crazy beautiful, but still we are- beautiful, and with full confidence on that, and no freaking excuse or write up or poem, prose or a book about being abused or maltreated could ever change that…

This is a rambling beware! Lol!

I figured some people may never understand why something so horrible like being abused could be stated as something beautiful or achingly beautiful, why? Because we need to hold on to pain??? I don’t understand! Sure enough, being maltreated is not a good thing, so why am I saying it’s beautiful to begin with?

I know what it feels like to be abused, be depressed, I know it like the back of my hands. If something was written in regards to abuse and depression and I said it is beautiful if only for the thought that it was written beautiful and I could relate to it, does the author have to really drag the readers to just try to enlighten them that no, this is dark and bad and you should be angry or sad but you don’t give me a comment it’s beautiful. What was that all about? You know readers are humans too, they think, though there are times some don’t. But that’s another story. lol! don’t tell me how to interpret your writings, don’t tell me which is beautiful and which isn’t. In the event that you do, I would never even want to read any single write from you, no matter how good you are, because it just shows how emotionally unprepared you are for the moment. Okay, I won’t get personal, I might read them but you’ll get no reaction from me. haha! Of course, I think highly of my self worth like that 😜

A writer, if I perceived you are, can not always spoon-feed the thoughts in your reader’s mind. or at least that’s how I thought it is. Haha You can not always do that. One way or another people will interpret your writings 180 degrees and you may get sad and heart broken that it wasn’t your intention or message, butpeople are freaking different! Seriously, if you care about your writings being misinterpreted, then don’t post them at all! When things are posted public there’ll always be different views about it, and I personally think, it is one of the writer’s job to try to understand various views while not drowning into any of the views/ dramas given, for at the end of the day, a writer knows what he had written…of course bullying aside, that’s another story

If I say I find your write beautiful even though it is horrible and dark, shouldn’t you think I might be referring to your skills as how you’ve written it? There are various ways to interpret something, it can not be that just because it is death we are talking about, it has to be all sad, no! Moreover, just because we talked about life, it urgently feeds beauty..

Chances of your writings, our poems, of being misinterpreted and taken out of context will always be there, waiting to grab us and pull us down. But, you know there are a lot of like minded people who will always connect and sometimes I don’t understand, why a simple but meaningful ‘beautiful’ compliment could be taken out, of context too…