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Moon


Amidst the neon light

The moon shines bright

Illuminating the sky

With it’s light.

I remember the days

When my siblings and I

Would lay down

In the front yard

Using our hands as pillows

The soft grass as our bed.

We would remember the stories

Of Lola Basyang

Sometimes we would scare each other

With ghost stories too

While we munch on our favorite

Boiled sweet potatoes and peanuts.

Remembering the days of old

While gazing at the moon above.

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How Weird


I had a short nap around 1pm, woke up after 30 minutes. I was trying to read but still felt so sleepy.  I went back to sleep. That was more than two hours of deep sleep. When I  woke up, I thought it was late morning. When I looked at the clock, it was 4:30pm. It was the longest ‘nap’ I had in a while.

I seldom dream during the night and I don’t remember them when I wake up. This one though was so weird. My oldest brother, Alden, a cousin and I were at the garden having a nice chat. When I looked up, I saw the moon partly hidden by clouds. I went to get my Samsung tab and when I returned, it was a half moon in all its glory. When I woke up, I was looking at my camera for the pictures I took of us besides it. We were mirrored there. There was even a solo photo of Alden posing infront of the moon. A man appeared holding a pouch bag looking at us besides the moon, then he threw a small bottle at us and my cousin caught it. It was half-full with a blue liquid. Upon waking up, I went to the garden to clean the dogs’ poo then I saw this half-empty bottle of mineral water outside infront of our garage. We never throw plastic bottles because our garbage team collect them every week for recycling.

Going back to my dream, it was already night and the moon was shining again. How brightly it shined on  me. That was so vivid a dream. It seemed so real. I looked at the photos of my cam when I woke up, of course they weren’t there.

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When I was young

We used to visit my aunt at night.

Sometimes the moon was bright

And I was puzzled that it was walking with us

Moving as we walked

When we passed by the trees

It hid itself behind the clouds.

When we reached the place,

It was there  where we were at

Shining its bright light.

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