Musings on Oblivion

A thousand pieces of you
     f(ly) to the stars;
             (a) hopeless,
                   beautiful disaster.

-Nocturnal Scribe

This blog is protected by the Philippine Copyright Law, Republic Act 8293.

None of the posts in this blog may be reproduced or copied—either completely or partially—in any forms or by any means without permission in writing to the Author.

© Nocturnal Scribe, 2015

Thirteen reasons why
        why we broke up:

We were liars
        meant to be -
(a) never ending
        house of secrets;
        shadows in the silence.

-Nocturnal Scribe

This blog is protected by the Philippine Copyright Law, Republic Act 8293.

None of the posts in this blog may be reproduced or copied—either completely or partially—in any forms or by any means without permission in writing to the Author.

© Nocturnal Scribe, 2015

Musings on Absolution

One day,
       barefoot in fire,
       (the) Goddess of Vengeance
                learn(ed)
                forgiveness
                          (and) burn(ed)
                          (her) murder list.

-Nocturnal Scribe

This blog is protected by the Philippine Copyright Law, Republic Act 8293.

None of the posts in this blog may be reproduced or copied—either completely or partially—in any forms or by any means without permission in writing to the Author.

© Nocturnal Scribe, 2015

Musings on Pursuing Ambition

Lone wolf
         chasing tomorrow;
         where she went,
         I don't know.

-Nocturnal Scribe

This blog is protected by the Philippine Copyright Law, Republic Act 8293.

None of the posts in this blog may be reproduced or copied—either completely or partially—in any forms or by any means without permission in writing to the Author.

© Nocturnal Scribe, 2015

Musings on Gender Prejudice

She ached for children;
He desired a son.
Five years into their wedlock,
They still had none.

"What good is a woman
Who's barren?"  They said.
"Clearly, she's useless;
Might as well be dead."

Through the years, she was accused,
But of the man, none thought ill.
(Yet she had been fertile since her youth
And unknown to them, he was sterile.)

Each time they tried,
Disappointment loomed in sight.
Until her visitor came three days late
One fateful December night.

The whole town rejoiced.
Her honor was restored...
She gave him bloodstained sheets
And he gave her a divorce.

-Nocturnal Scribe

This blog is protected by the Philippine Copyright Law, Republic Act 8293.

None of the posts in this blog may be reproduced or copied—either completely or partially—in any forms or by any means without permission in writing to the Author.

© Nocturnal Scribe, 2014

Musing's on God's Goodness

I am an asphyxiated scream
Lodged in a stale trachea,
All but bursting at the seam,
Unable to contain this mania.

I am 21 years of unworthy,
Undeserving of grace and mercy;
But blessed, blessed, blessed
More than words can ever express.

I am proof of God's love and grace.
He cleared my windpipes, gave me air.
And I will praise Him all my days
Because the beauty of grace
Is that it makes life not fair.

-Nocturnal Scribe

This blog is protected by the Philippine Copyright Law, Republic Act 8293.

None of the posts in this blog may be reproduced or copied—either completely or partially—in any forms or by any means without permission in writing to the Author.

© Nocturnal Scribe, 2014

Musings on a Silhouetted Existence

She, the oddity; a new, old face.
She, the museum artifact:
        They look, but don't touch.
Quiet scrutiny; sham praise.
        It's all just an act;
        It's all just too much.

-Nocturnal Scribe

This blog is protected by the Philippine Copyright Law, Republic Act 8293.

None of the posts in this blog may be reproduced or copied—either completely or partially—in any forms or by any means without permission in writing to the Author.

© Nocturnal Scribe, 2014