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This set is inspired by a condition that I am suffering from: Social Anxiety. Location: UP Diliman Model: Goldwynn Navarro

Social Anxiety is a really difficult thing to deal with. For me, it is a daily struggle.

Buendia Food by the Court Session

Red Light District Session

There’s just one thing I wish for In exchange for pure solitude That is to be as close to you As how the waiters in the diners Always place the salt next to the pepper

But I am a cat and you are a jaguar My world is my neighborhood While yours is the dangerous wild Still, I’ll hold on to the hope that we are in one universe You will be my pepper as I am the salt In this diner, in this wild neighborhood.

“Everything about you is everything I long to touch

Your crown of curls, your millimeter hair on your chin and jaws

Your cherry lips, your muscular shoulders and chest

Your big heart that’s full of storms that intertwine

Your soul that’s both so rude but sweet at best.

I just recently published my latest poem on my other blog titled PRDXCL (Paradoxical). The poem is called “Leaving Marks”. Here are the first and last stanzas:

Words, they’ve drowned in my black pool of chaos Can’t fish them out to write down how I feel I try but only to get my hands soaked in ink Now, everything I touch I stain Leaving marks, unnecessarily

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Only then, when we finally drown, We find the breath to give life to words Now, I intend to get my hands soaked in ink So everything I touch I stain To leave marks, necessarily

Notice that the thoughts between the two stanza are in conflict-- the first one is negative while the other is positive. Somehow, nonetheless, the last stanza complements the first stanza or suggests a solution. Other than inspiring my readers to embrace their feelings and take them into the light, the major take away here is that you can turn anything into positive in the way we are gifted to do so we can also inspire more positivity to arise.

Lately, I have not been able to write since I started working. Moreover, as I slightly matured as an adult human being, I became less sad. There was a time when I decided out of nowhere to read my old writings and found that I always wrote about sad things and then I thought to myself: “What have I been putting out into the world? Just futile sad impulses of fabricated words resulting from unfortunate events or memories. Nothing good can come from them.”

So I decided to alter my writing style and form. Now, I would not only embrace my emotions and drown in them but also provide solutions. Everyone deserves a happy ending and so am I.

Words, they’ve drowned in my black pool of chaos Can’t fish them out to write down how I feel I try but only to get my hands soaked in ink Now, everything I touch I stain Leaving marks, unnecessarily 

Once, I picked out Pain I threw it back in since it’s not what I needed I wanted Metamorphosis I wanted Renaissance I needed Change 

But Pain floated back up into the surface, unrestrained Gracing my skies full with fervent rain clouds I love the rain, ardently, but not the storm Regardless, a time comes in our life That we need the latter