A rooftop lets me get drowned in the perfect blue sky, embrace the soothing wind and wander into the abyss without anyone staring or listening. I stand with my arms spread and pretend I'm on the edge of a cliff where all I could trace is the outline of the mountains and trees that seemed close enough to reach. I look up, loving the view because all I could see is the clouds afloat, birds enjoying their freedom from the earth and the infinite strokes and colors trying to play a new hue. I watch as everything changes before my eyes.

spill

there is no start in what I want to say
because as I look at the sky and
gaze at its infinity and wander off
with the misty wind that
tends to hug every part of
me, I see the details of
the fine lines of ideas
and sparks and scraps of paper
torn and not, they lay
scattered on the cold floor
there saying something that
should have been spoken
yet still waiting to be unearthed
traces, just traces
of sweet summers
familiar laughter
meaningful glances
they were long gone
as the waves crashed upon
the tiny ebb of
warmth, it dims its flares
as I bleed into another
torn piece of paper
I can't start what I want to say

talking metaphors

Gaze upon the tallest tree
Look through its frame of view
Silently, it might whisper a hue
Falling leaves, sighing breeze
Do not look down on you
Gaze and dream the highest peak
High above its trunk and leaves
Its right over the top you may seek
Leave the forest floor
Trek the unknown once more
High above the trees
Wings were spread and seen
Wind flowed across the earth
Songs of woe were no more
High above the trees
Let us blend the sky and be free

i love the windows trees make whenever i look up to the blue sky

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the same day

—the sky on my rooftop.

…something I miss watching. 

Fireworks

—the most awesome part of the day (besides food) because I haven’t seen one for a long time!  waaah… ^__^

Graduation Day

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The Sky on Graduation Day

—it was rather gray and it drizzled on our heads as our guest speaker was making a speech. Anyway, all was well. This was sundown when the sky decided to give a hint of orange.)

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dear sky,

please, oh please don’t cry… :’(

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I love the sky

It was 30 minutes past 10 of our 3-11 shift and our duty group were standing beside the road waiting. And apparently, there is no single jeepney in sight to take us home. We were like in some distant nowhere. And buses kept passing us like we weren’t there.

I kept staring at the light post in front that looked really good in a photo with the tree without leaves beside it. But then, my groupmate saw something on the sky and I instinctively looked up and saw a falling star. It was so pretty! It wasn’t like the falling star I last saw that flew by so fast. This time, it’s falling nice and slow like its showing off to the world. Then I made a wish! I actually made a wish this time!

Things that amuse me… ^^

that’s just me trying to capture the sea with me in it but nobody wants to hold the camera so i made a mound of sand, placed my slippers on top of it and set the camera on timer over it and ran off to make this random picture of the me enjoying the sea.

night lights

--lignon hill

You ask me if I believe in forever

Forever… I think of the sky, how it just stays up there, unmoving, inspiring. And every time I gaze at it, it never is the same as yesterday. I’d think of how the trees spread its branches to it as if it wanted to touch and see what it felt like. But some leaves have fallen, some branches withered. It never felt what it wanted but just left with a wide grin full of questions unanswered

my siblings

siblings and the night sky

i love the sky, i want to touch it

i painted Sorsogon Bay. 

Being an artist means being able to create something out of experience and out of imagination. It is making use of your own skills to unleash the creative goo of your mind and express it to the world. It is not based on what people have to say but it is what you think and feel. 

I really enjoyed the humanities class when I was in 3^rd year. Not that I’m an artist-wannabe (maybe now I do) or something but because I learned a lot. Within a week, I usually study about the different concepts of the human physiology, tackle on different disorders with its pathology, and wreck my brain from tons of exams given in a day. Humanities is way different. All I needed back then is a sketching pad and pencil then i'd draw. I don’t need to concentrate much or panic but i just sit back and let my hand do the sketching.

I’m still looking forward to more art appreciation days. 

To Sir J****d. You were an awesome art teacher. :)

When I’m high up on a cliff or a building and look down below,

I either keep my head intact

Or

Think of a nice happy fall…