Slow Down

I recently asked my students to write a poem, crafted to be performed in class. Here’s one poem that’s caught my attention. The subject of the poem is obviously me. I’m just blown away by the depth of the poem. At a young age, this student can see so much…

Jake, you’re full of life and raring to go
You never do or go anywhere slow
You always have hundreds of things to do
You never seem to have time for you

So slow down
Make things last
Or you’ll find your life
Goes by too fast

~ by Potato Chips

© 2015 The Mockingbird in Me

I am Thy River


Thanks to Dextop Nexus for the background photo.

Pick Me Up


I am a pencil.

I move, I glide, I scribble

to the Music of Your inspiration.

Hold me and lift me up.

Feel me,

Use me,

Spend me to your delight.

My life’s worth spent

the moment You pick me up.


© 2015 The Mockingbird in Me
*Photo taken from


Simple Pleasures #2

The Mockingbird in Me

cropped-575780_4919121860689_1178584931_n.jpgTo celebrate my 10th like here in WordPress, allow me to share this poem I wrote before. Hope you’ll find it refreshing.

Waking up early
Washing my face
Brushing my teeth
Going out for a walk

Feeling the fresh air
Enjoying the sight of the ocean
Seeing landscapes — lush and green
Smiling and waving at people
While listening to inspiring songs
Listening to God

Heart throbbing
Defying gravity
Gasping for air

Walking still
Praying still
Almost at the end
Ahhhh…a great sigh
How beautiful it is
To see the SUN dancing

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From This Moment on…

I promised another song, right? I actually did this last year, but I wasn’t so confident to show it here. Anyway, here’s “From This Moment On” by Ms Twain. I made a cover so I could send it to my mom who likes to listen to me singing. This is her favorite song, by the way. Enjoy.

The Drape


Mystic lines and shapes
Glorious shades of Earth and Sky
Share Thy gleaming truth


I received a card on Friday with this:

You laugh, you cry, and you work harder than you ever thought you could. Some days you’re trying to change the world and some days you’re just trying to make it through the day. Your wallet is empty, your heart is full, and your mind packed with memories of kids who changed your life. Just another day in the classroom. ~ Anonymous

Here’s another:

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Glimpse of Life

I think of you
as I lie down tonight,
wond’rin if we’re looking
at the same sky.
My friends, they’re mute
they dance in cheer
looking down
with smiles
as if to reassure.

Their glitters,
they sparkle in my bed
filling up empty spaces,
as though embellishments
the lover of Art uses
to brighten up the day.
Oh, how I wish they could speak
or even gesture,
they would lead me to you.

This pillow is all I have tonight.
It’s plain, it’s dull,
it’s faceless.
Might I start painting
pictures of you in my mind?
I wonder how you look,
or sound like.
Your eyes —
Are they blue
or grey,
or green…?
I wonder how it feels like
in your embrace.

This night shall pass —
Will I ever get to see you?
Will this heart’s longing
ever be quenched?
These eyes, tired of looking,
will they finally get to rest?

I would trade this life,
if only to see you.
One glimpse is all I need.
Knowing you
would be heaven,
but a glimpse
is life enough.

© 2014 The Mockingbird in Me

Words and Pictures

I am small poem
on a page with room
for another

Share with me
this white field,
wide as an acre
of snow, clear
but for these tiny
markings like the
steps of birds.
Come. Now.

This is the trough
of the wave, the seconds
after lightning,
thin slice of silence
as music ends,
the freeze
before melting.
Lie down beside me.
Make angels.
Make devils.
Make who you are.

I got this exquisite poem from the film, Words and Pictures, directed by Fred Schepisi. It’s interesting how this film elaborates on how rich, complex, and Brobdingnagian art is. There is variety in its unity. It’s as though the grand-master of creation appears to us in many faces. Each of His form is perfect and unique. There is contrast yet complementary.

In response to the film, I would like to share some of my students’ artworks. This gallery is their interpretation of the memoir, Angela’s Ashes. These static images reveal ideas of poverty, hardship, and this desire in us to have better life.


Happy Anniversary to Me


I have to be honest. I have been lackadaisical again lately with no enthusiasm to write and think of something worthy of reading at your end. I have been doing a lot of reading lately though, and I have gained a particular interest in Katherine Mansfield’s works, the only writer with writings that have made Virginia Woolf so jealous about. And then I checked for notifications only to find out that it’s been a year since I first created this blog. Drum roll, please! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!!

Oh my, I didn’t even prepare for this. How awful is that? I’m sitting here typing away with nothing planned in mind to write about. I have thirty minutes before it’s time for me to take my sister to her work and then take myself to school to start my day as well. So I though, hmmmm… Maybe I should just go back to how it all was at the very start of this journey. The original plan was just for me to write write write my thoughts and feelings out — a diary of some sort. And you will see that in my first few posts. I’m literally just expressing my thoughts, sharing my views about my daily encounters. And then I met all of you, and have seen many other blogs, and that practically just somehow changed and reshaped my blog.

So, right now, I’m in a real dilemma. Other people would surely find me impractical, extravagant (in the context of feelings), and even crazy to even think of all these things that I’m about to share. I am thinking of not renewing my contract from my current work, leave at the end of the year, and go back home to the Philippines where I plan to go back to my old school, share what I have learned from here, and hope that I could make some changes in the process. Crazy because it would mean I will be leaving a job that’s been paying me three times what I get if I teach at home. I have managed to come up with a practical reason somehow (and I hope it’s somehow weighty) — I want to study again and finish my masters. Haha. Does that sound convincing?

Seriously, I don’t know what to say? I’m still praying about this though, and hope that I’d make the right decision.


I know it’s not going to be easy if I choose to go home. There will be many brickwalls — that’s for sure. But I feel that I will have joy in the end.

I just want to thank you all at this point for having journeyed with me this far. Thank you so much. 🙂

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