Lost In Translation

As day pass me by, I can't help, but wonder how lost I am here. I don't feel at home. I don't feel at ease. Yes, people, I finally admit that being in the west is not what I can call "home". The east sounds so inviting, plus all of my friends are awaiting for my return! Life here differs so much from there. It's like being in another world. A world where time stood still and goes in slow motion. Being there gives me such a rush. A rush that I never felt before, not even back home.

My Pandora's Box

Ever since I was a little girl, I've kept my silence. My mom will always fight my own battles for me as she knows how I am (mother knows best). I let people walk all over me and in the end, just cry on to my mom's shoulders and just have her fight my battles for me.

Not Enough Time

Have you ever felt like the world is revolving without you?

It alarms me how the earth could consume me up whole and nobody would even notice. Everyone seems to have to be somewhere, to meet someone, to do something, and they all pass by me with their little goodbye waves and farewells as they trek off to the next agenda on their checklist.

Getting Personal

We haven't talked for a while. It has been quite a lot of time since we talk to each other.

The Reality

Another long lonely night, eight o'clock in the evening, sitting in front of a television watching some silly, boring soap opera. I am not even paying much attention as I wonder where I would spend the rest of the night again.

Legna

War. Lost lives. The fire that tears lovers apart. The flames of war are ablaze once again.

“General --- we are losing men. We need you and your troops ---”

Legna sat on his chair and kept on looking at the window. He was pretending to be serious in listening to the captain’s request for back-up.

“General Legna!”

Tribute to Venus

My friendship with Venus is like a flower that started as a bud and fully bloomed into a most colorful and beautiful flower worth preserving forever.

Cataract

I have become the suggestion of a stranger... the invited intruder.

Where is the phantom entrance to somebody’s somewhere?

I am fading from view.

I am nothing but a flicker.

I am nothing but a speck of dust, floating and shimmering in the air.

I am in the middle of it all just like you.

Learning To Breathe

I finally set myself free from all the hurt and pain you had brought upon me. It took me a long time to finally realize that I could be a much better person without you. You only caused me so much pain and suffering by being with you.

You lead me on to something that wasn’t there.

Bakit? Anong nagawa ko para tratuhin mo ako ng ganun? Akala ko porke’t matanda ka sa akin, eh, mas matured ka kesa sa mga naging kasintahan ko. Pero mali pala ang aking akala.

Never assume or presume.

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