Butterfly amongst the worms

A butterfly so tiny and fragile
she travels by herself into the dark
her beauty shines, illuminates and spark
She's been like this for quite a little while

Companion is a foreign word to her
Alone she lives, as river she had cried
Countless is the times fake friends had lied
A mask they put whilst bound in front of her

And so one rainy night she tied a rope
for betrayal had her behind closed doors
her last breath she let out into the moor
She gushed the last of breath; all drought of hope


Sept. 29,09 Indang Cavite

To you

Into the horizon I stare for days
With mind so blank, with vast and open space
You are so far away from me today
So sad it is but I’ll stay anyway

Dear, since that day you’ve been so cold to me
The reason remains imprecise to me
So now for you I sing a lonely chant
To save me from this gloomy span

Into your arms is where I long to stay
As days go by this loneliness arrays
The day when I’ll behold those stares again
‘Til that day arrives, my strength I’ll regain

Anata no tame ni.. anata no dake desu :(

One evening I waited, it's sad and dark
The lamp's light start to blink, It's night time now
'Til now I still await for your come back
The rose you gave had lost it's redness now

Alas! the ceiling has some cobwebs now
The player played the last of the gray songs
yet still I wait for you no matter how
I hate to think that something might be wrong

For decades I had aited here for you
Maybe to me the red had turned to gray
Should I consider myself as your fool?
Doubt is my heart but for you I await

Until I gushed into my lastest breath
My wait for you will never have a breadth.

-Written by Catrina Licudine on July 12,2009

On a heart of a modern geisha

Tonight I put on my make-up

With the memory of last night…

A little teary eyed but still..

I put on my make up…

The air is humid I headed to the place

Where I am supposed to be heading…

I sit there and wait hoping to see you

At the corner where it took place

The sweetest first glance

The rush of emotion like no any other…

I look all over the place

Searching for that special glance

I sit waiting and wondering…

The things I said and my gestures..

Was I pretty enough for you?

Will you ever come back I keep wondering…

Will you laugh if I say

That my chest is in pain

It wants to be with you

But those are the things I really want to say

My chest is still in pain

The make up cannot hide the sadness

A guest needs company

I need to hide the pain

I put on a mask of smile

And greeted him the sweetest way

Another sweet night

Another reason for a real smile

A mother’s message

If beyond the seas is where thy hopes and dreams lie…
Thy path be bound there so you cannot hear me cry.
If money can make you smile…
Go as far as you can, go a thousand mile

For I am the chain that holds you back…
But being a chain, I’d insist not to hold you back
I’ll let you fly towards the sky, so please don’t look back
Departure is emotion shattering; it does leave a crack…

Because for the sake of you rising up…
I’d endure the pain of being sunken… seeing you on the top

shoujo no kanashii monotagari

As she looked in the mirror
An ocean she saw...
vast, empty and full of horror...
yet she was at awe...

The girl in the mirror
has poker face
But her eyes seem to tremor
now her heart starts to race

Her smile is a broken line
The clue is nowhere to find.
Her song is a broken ryhme
All her emotions are left behind.

She looks so tired
but still, a smile so kind
So hard she tried
for such happiness to find.

She doesn't sleep searching,
her head screams for mercy
I saw my hands clutching
While screaming "Im not crazy"

Happiness where have you been hiding?
'til how much misery
do you plan to put me through
How many centuries til I solve this mystery?

Is love on it's own enough?

I.
Is love on its own enough
to be recognized as love at all?
Is it enough to bridge us through the rough
As if there were no shingles at all?

II.
is love on its own considered alive
To keep us on the same path
Will it ever be enough even until after life
Is this love's work? O such bloodbath

III.
Is love on its own ample?
ample enough for us to stay
Even if the storm tramples
the toughest of our days

And as I write this sonnet with doubt on our affections
Is there ever love enough to keep my domiciliation?