Icarus and the Sun

I’ve tried to understand how our story went
and now I know
that our love is that of Icarus and the Sun
too blinding, too risky, too deadly-
it was meant to end as fast as it started.

I am the blinding Sun you’ve yearned for years
but you’ve forgotten you’re made of wax
so on the day you finally flew near me
you find yourself melting away slowly

Your promises
Your secrets
Your sincerity
At the end, you walk away like they’re nothing

As I have loved you more, you suffocate
because you become less day by day
While I burn brighter than anything else

I am the Sun
You are Icarus
No matter how much I hold on
I’ll just kill you.

And you have killed me, too
by telling me that those short days
meant nothing to you
and by letting me pretend
that we haven’t shared
a few days of passion
a few days of ecstasy

But on the days after you’ve left
I find myself no longer wishing to be with someone else
And I envy how you seem to be okay
better, even, without me
while I’m getting dimmer
and dimmer
until I fade eventually.

— for the Sun is meant to be alone // hrh

art by: Gabriel Picolo

Fallen Angel

Why are stories of angels
being cast away
were always about them falling in love?
of how they have gazed
upon a face
and felt their souls ache
longing for greater than what is above
Yet, even as they are damned
they would do everything
to protect and save their beloved

They say that being in heaven
is being home
maybe that is why
angels would rather
have their wings stripped off
and fall.

– So please don’t ask me
why I love you more
than I should. // hrh

Wear Your Scars Like an Armor

You have always been questioned about your scars. You would sometimes give a laugh for an answer, for you know that even without your words they already have assumed answers on their head. And they look at you with curious eyes, not knowing that you can see through them. You can see their judgments, you can see their disgust, you can see their pity. Then, while you are gone, they talk as if they know you when they don’t, and they stab you silently with the stained glasses of your trust that they had broken.

What they don’t know is that you’re a fighter. With your own blood you cleanse their wrongs by ignoring them and living the best of what you can have.

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Why is Our Generation Depressed?

Why is our generation depressed?

Because we are pressured into thinking that even doing our best is not enough. We are labeled lazy, but the truth is, we face the problems that older generations made and expect us to solve them.

Because we are still haunted by the prejudices of the past. We fight for recognition, equality, justice- all things that should have been given way before.

Because the society lets us believe that shallow things matter. Fame, appearance- we cannot escape judgment especially on the height of technology. We question ourselves when we do not meet its standards.

Because relationships nowadays mean so little. Forming friendships is like being in a poker game where you wouldn’t know one’s intention until it’s too late. Commitment is fragile, built on sand instead of cement, so it fades away quickly.

Because we were taught to hide our weaknesses instead of embracing them. Everybody is going to use it against you. Everybody is going to judge you.

Because dreams no longer mean happiness. They also need to be convenient, not just for yourself, but for everyone else related to you in a way who can benefit.

Because hope is already tied with too many broken promises, mistrust, and shattered expectations. We are so used to the idea of hopelessness that we make jokes about how foolish it is to even have the slightest hope in the simplest things.


Why is our generation depressed?

Because we are tired of fighting battles that have been fought for generations.

Imagine, just imagine.. how the next generations will be.

// hrh

When You Came

Perhaps you found me
at a time when I was lost
and just beginning to understand
myself again

Perhaps you were
the first light
that I have seen
after being in the dark
for so long

Perhaps you were
just a stranger
with the enough amount of kindness
and a little bit of charm

Regardless of how I have foreseen
you leaving
and how I have long reminded myself
not to fall again
You had me at an impact
and broke my heart
just the same.

And now I’m back to how I was before you came. // hrh

photo: Remember Me

Just Your “Sometimes,” Never Your “Always”

Sometimes you’d surprise me out of nowhere,
ready to spend the day with me
Sometimes your smiles would be meant for me,
and you’d look at me like I was your world
Sometimes, you’d call in the middle of the night
to tell me you miss me
Sometimes you’d look into my eyes
and tell me you love me

While I always wait for you to come,
and you’re the only one my eyes see,
How I always miss you when you’re not with me
and how I always say I love you daily

Because that’s the thing-
I am just your “Sometimes”, never your “Always,”

and I love you too much to be contented with pieces of you
while I give all of me.

– But just this once, I don’t need a “Someday,” I need a “Today.” // hrh

There is a Reason Why You Always Feel Lost

Have you ever wondered about the reality in where there is a different version of ourselves in every person we encounter? It is like we exist with different story lines connecting into one that is our own. To the kid you passed by and smiled at because there was ice cream on his face, you are the stranger who found him amusing while his mother scolded him for getting stains on his new shirt. To your friends, you are the person they go to whenever they need help.

Even the mirror reveals different parts of you each time you look at it. On the day of your wedding, you are a princess getting her happy ending. At 6AM, you are a cranky adult who hates his job but needs to wake up to pay the bills. On a day when everything is falling down, you are someone who is again, lost.

It is no wonder that despite the continuous rotation of life and no matter how much we discover it, we often find ourselves lost.

There is no definite version of ourselves. Every day, we are reborn into a slightly alternate version of the same selves. It may sound confusing, but we humans have a core with many layers that we peel off in every smile, every tear, every moment. It is our duty to ourselves to live in each layer we take off, because reaching the core is only when we can say that we have fulfilled life.

Whenever you feel lost, remember, it is just because you haven’t lived enough and the only way to dismiss that feeling is to continue living.

// hrh