C. S. Lewis

Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery’s shadow or reflection: the fact that you don’t merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.


songs that helped me get through my darkest moments

i am a music lover ever since i am a kid. i have been listening to a lot of music because my mother also loves listening to music as well as my father. i have been part of the Worship team from my former church where i learned to play musical instruments, and i also learned how to sing.

there were times in my life that i had to go through some dark moments and last September 2011 was the worst by far… the death of my lola.

death of a poet – part 1

the night was shattered by a cry,
a loud cry from the house of poetry.
the whole block heard and they ran,
they looked for but have found none.

they saw a body instead, soaked in blood.
he has gunshot wounds and stab wounds too.
and on his right hand is his pen that he uses,
while there are papers on his left side.

he is the poet, by heart and by deed.
poetry was his life and outlet for everything.
words that he cannot express where written down,
all of his emotions he poured onto the papers.

but the police found no evidence of foul play,
all that they found is the body of the poet.
he has nobody, no one in his life for questioning,
what they have now is a puzzle of death.

the poet lies on the ground,
his hands holding tight a small paper with writings of his last work.

the mysterious death of the poet confuses nobody.
by the way, “who ever cared for a senseless poet like me?”

written: November 20, 2003
Gabs Narazo
© 2006 [bLURrED publikation]