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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff



Love is a Many-Flavored Thing

When I began this compilation of love poems, I thought to myself, love really is a many-flavored thing. And being Filipino, where food rivals religion in importance, I think that many can relate. When you are in-love for the very first time, love hits you as sweet, sometimes puke-inducingly sweet, the kind even sweet-toothed people shy away from. At times, it can be salty too, especially after a recent fight, where your mouth swallows not only buckets of tears, but also oodles of snot from dramatic bouts of crying only soap opera stars can rival. And then there’s sour–the green, bile-like taste left in your mouth after catching your beloved twisting his neck over the cutie in the next table. And when love is finally lost, it leaves an undeniably, no-matter-how-many-times-you-brush, bitter taste in your mouth.But hey, that’s love for you…throw in everything you’ve got and you get the most wonderful,interesting, vile, exotic, pungent,unforgettable flavors. And what is life without its flavors?


Love Talaga Book Launch!

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Cover Art by Anika Loquite of @iamanikamarie


I didn’t think I would make it, honestly. The deadlines were tight, and a lot of things were out of my control, but by some miracle, it looks like this will be launched on September 17! Ohmygee! I am just so thankful that I didn’t give up, and that a million hands helped me along the way. For a gal who has been writing love poems when she was just in grade school,this is an absolute dream come true!

50 Poems on Love!

Let’s pop the bottle and celebrate for yes, I maybe a few months late, but finally, I have written 50 love poems! It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, but it wasn’t as easy either. The lure of doing other things was great and constant, but I’m glad I didn’t give up. Soon, this will come out as a compilation entitled, “Love, Talaga” (roughly translated to “Love, Really”) which will (fingers crossed) be launched this coming September at the Manila International Book Fair (MIBF)! Weee! I’m so happy and relieved that things are falling in place and I can now see more clearly where all this work is headed to. 

Merry Christmas to All!

First of all, an apology. I am short of my 50 love poems commitment for the year. Although technically I still have 13 days to go before the year ends, given my track record of posting one poem per week, I am doubtful that I will be able to conjure around 20 poems in the remaining days. But, nonetheless, I am really happy that I have been quite productive in my writing endeavors for the year.

To all those who have liked my simple poems and followed my blog, a big, big THANK YOU to you. Before we get drowned in Christmas desserts and nonstop partying, I want to greet all a Merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year ahead!IMG_2910 (1)

The Joys of Traveling

I don’t know what it is about traveling, but it always, always helps unlock me. It’s been a while since I last wrote a poem and for months, I’ve been forcing myself to think of a good topic. I would start and then stop. Nothing would come out. But now, just with a day’s worth of vacation, I was able to write a poem that made me feel happy! I LOVE TRAVELING!

Nearly Halfway Through!

My goal before the year ended was to write at least fifty poems about love. I wanted to write everything about it–the sweet parts, the bitter ones, love stories that ended in tears, and everything else in between. Guess what? I’m almost half way through!

While I am nowhere near the readership of other blogs, I think it really helps knowing that there are people out there who have somehow stumbled upon this humble blog, and have decided to read my words. And I in turn have found a community of writers who inspire me to keep on aspiring and hoping for good things to happen. Thank you!!!

An Ode to My Dog

True story–my dog almost died on me last night. She wasn’t a young dog, with fourteen human years on her collar, and so it wasn’t really that much of a shock, considering she’s had a serious surgery already, and more lumps than I can count. But no matter how logical I am, and how much I justify that it’s just her time, it still felt like it was too early for me to be losing my faithful friend. I know all dog lovers will say that their dog is the best, but honestly, Toma (my labrador) is probably in the top five best dogs ever in terms of good behavior. She never complains, never gets grumpy, has never threatened to bite anybody, eats what we serve (even when I spike her dog food with guyabano juice, which is supposed to help her fight cancer cells) and greets me with her best smile even when I’ve been a bit forgetful of her. So, in honor of my beautiful dog, I wrote my experience down in the form of a poem. Enjoy!

This is why I don’t just throw trash away

I wrote a couple of days ago that I really have a difficult time sorting and deciding which of my piles of assorted scratch paper (a.k.a. trash) to throw away. And today validated why it’s important that I keep these scraps of random thought scribbled on any paper that I could find–sometimes, I am able to awaken half-baked ideas that I weren’t able to finish the first time around. Just like the poem/social commentary I wrote for today (see The Stress of (Social) Climbing). I initially wrote it with just two lines each, and I didn’t really know where I was going with it at that time. But now, ten years (or more) later, I know exactly what I was trying to say. In short, I am back to where I started–compiling scraps of paper, and not throwing any of them out. Hahaha =) Good luck to me!

Where to Stash My Trash

I am in the midst of moving to a different house so I have to endure packing my things away. There is an upside though–I get to unearth the piles of things that I have forgotten I owned. Some discovered items are cleaned and lovingly stored away again, while others go to the “DONATE” or “TRASH” bins. However, no matter how much I convince myself to throw or donate more items than I repack, I find it difficult to get rid of some stuff (specifically, paper with scribbles of writing on them). I have found bits of paper with short poems on them, receipts with a paragraph of a story, paper bags with words that sounded interesting when strung together. I have amassed a lot of drafts, and frankly, I’m afraid to throw even just one scrap of paper for fear of losing an important thought. In the meantime, I am storing some of my works in my tablet. Maybe having a digital copy will make it easier for me to let go of my paper stash…maybe. I wonder what others do with all their drafts?

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