NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Entry #2

Little birds fly high

The sky’s so deep to fathom

When will the rain start to pour?

NOTE: I really want to respond to the prompt from, but I think I’m not ready yet. I’ll just write the way I fee like writing one. 

© Kristel Rose and, 2017


NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017 Entry #1

Karipas ang takboMula sa libu-libong

Ala-ala mong
Nakaukit ng mariin
Sa bawat hiwa
Ng utak ko
At liko
Ng puso ko
At daluyan
Ng dugo ko

English translation:

Running fast
From the thousand
Memories that are
Sculpted so hard
On every crease
Of my brain
On turns
Of my heart
Where my
Blood flows

© Kristel Rose and, 2017.

English translation:

You just smiled

While walking backwards

Walking away from the person you dreamed of

Counted every step

Until you turned around

And went to a new direction
*prompted by a tv drama scene I watched last night. It is about accepting that some love stories never get to be told because they will never happen. You just go on happily, knowing that it will be part of your life, of your person, because that’s just how life is.

© Kristel Rose and, 2017.

I just finished reading Kazuo Ishiguro’s The Burried Giant last week, and the novel deeply touched my heart. The themes of forgetting, remembering, and forgiving gave me a few days of reflection about my relationships with the significant persons in my life. So, I made a poem, about choosing to remember and accept that people make mistakes, and we all have our own share of imperfection.

© Kristel Rose and, 2016.

Sometimes I just stop writing, because I simply cannot find ways to articulate myself. They say it is normal, but normally frustrating. It is knowing that there are tons of things going on in your head and you know there are no words that could suffice to express them. The frustration is more extreme when I know that sooner or later I will forget everything, the joy, the sadness, the excitement, the eureka moment and all that is in between. Everything will simply fade away… just like this…




on tiptoe
she walks down
with uncertain steps
and no style
trying not to break
the thin glass floor
that’s cold and fragile
resting beneath her feet
she knew it
she saw it
this long,
scary night

© Kristel Rose and, 2016.

It’s about Taylor Swift. I love her, no matter what.