Fae Flutterby What's Goodbye

WHAT’S GOODBYE?

Goodbye could be divorce,

Or the day of graduation.

It could be letting go of one’s arm,

Or to be six feet below the ground.

 

Goodbye could be dismissal time,

Or the closing of curtains.

It could be an echo,

Or a long and longing kiss.

 

Goodbye could be a burning house,

Or to come and not mean to stay.

It could be the fallen leaves,

Or the climax of a story.

 

Goodbye could be a fake smile,

Or the recalling of a tune.

It could be a tintless pen,

Or the never-ending wave of the hand.

 

Goodbye could be an abortion,

Or hearing I’m not whom you loved most.

It could be the last glimpse,

Or going home after reunion.

 

Goodbye could be the last slice of pizza,

Or to live lifeless.

It could be photographs and memories,

Or to be fed up.

 

Goodbye could be “Thank you!”,

Or the end of the late night show.

It could be the setting of the sun,

Or to hope for another start.

 

Goodbye could be the finale,

Or the tears shed.

It could be reaching adulthood,

Or saying “I’m sorry.”.

 

Goodbye could be an erasure,

Or my childhood best friend.

It could be the ringing of bells,

Or going to the next level.

 

But no matter what goodbye is,

Whatever it may mean,

I believe in only one thing:

Goodbye was when you left.

Fae Flutterby Expressions

EXPRESSIONS

 

I sing songs about the birds

The birds that fly across the sky

And chirp happy tunes and melodies

With my delighted heart

 

I sing songs about the sea

The sea that waves wild and bold

And shots hatred and anger

Upon my intrepid ear

 

I sing songs about the air

The air that whispers among thee

And shows itself not, but barely felt

Beneath my sorrowful soul

 

I sing songs about the tree

The tree that for long has stayed

And grew stronger and bigger

Under my numbness, it enfolds

 

I sing songs about the rain

The rain that had gone by

And I know one day or the other

In my grasp it’ll come back

Fae Flutterby - Satiate

SATIATE

Tender wings are fleeting softly

Behold, it does miracles and signs

With the sprite of her power, this fairy

Brought you from its arms to mine

 

I was blind then and you were numb

Still I was able to see your warmth

Both in Hades, we were succumbed

Didn’t stop you to sense my worth

 

Savoring the hues of the yellow sunshine

Though I’m frail gray with sorrow

Green with gladness, this tree of pine

Will it be here until tomorrow?

 

Here I am blushing and cold

I feel a pull to get entwined

About to give in but I was told

To hold back until a few full bottles of wine

 

Holiday seems like a new phase

Into our hearts blazing and burning

Lips not weary and sooner a place

Where you can keep me breathing

 

Blending voices singing boldly

Triumphant in rekindling a love

That’s lost for a whole lot of no glory

But united by fairies and the One above

 

A kiss to the paleness given in force

I intended to keep your heart and fly

Then we danced with no remorse

Underneath the dark velvet sky

RAVE

 


 

 


 

 

Regardless of space, of culture, and even that of time,

Of faith, of distance, or of emotions being portrayed,

Beliefs, of differences, of whatever else could rhyme,

Expressions, and of which ones could only leave us swayed.

Remember you, I will. Then, today, and in your years of prime.

Time blew fast, yet, hi, my little cleaning buddy from fourth grade.

 

Long-winded this must be, I know. But let’s elaborate for once, while we’re at that.

And it won’t be easy to spurt out words that I, for long, have kept in memory.

Not easy to forget how you call my name, or your face, hair disheveled and flat,

Crinkly nose, giggly smile, hands tucked behind – to mention a little summary.

Excitedly running towards me, a towel dangling from your back – I admit it’s such a sight to look at.

 

Vivid memories sprouting here and there, that it’s kind of overwhelming.

I was biking around the subdivisions once, at sixth grade, while completing a project.

Lazy afternoon, after two years of no contact with you, I ran by your house – hoping.

Lola shook her head and said you weren’t home. Crushed, I gave her a fake smile out of respect.

Ended the thoughts of getting a glimpse of you again before finally leaving Las Piñas that year.

Gee, after a few years you ended up pursuing me. I don’t remember how you found me, or why.

Although I am glad you did. How your voice has changed. But it’s as though it’s music I hear.

Spent so much just to get on a call with me, I figured. Yet in the end, we chose to both bid goodbye.

 

Appearing to your life from time to time is probably something I will apologize for in advance.

Reaching out, I would never dare. Don’t fret. We’ve both buried the hatchet. And for that, I’m content.

As smart as you hoped I would be – apparently, I will never become. But at least this, I know for once.

Forever by your side, I will quietly be watching. Doesn’t that sound familiar, like the song you sent?

Of all the things I ever want to say, I guess it all boils down to one. Thank you for being born, Lance.

Love’s love. And we’re this and that. I wish you all the best, no matter how we are all twisted and bent.

 

Happy 30th birthday! Rooting for you and your success! Cheers! 🥂

 


 

Update: October 20, 2019

Akala ko ba “See you in our forties?” I was 30 days late to find out. I apologize. Rest well. 😔

 

From,

Fae

FOREWORD

Hello, fellas!

You’ve somehow stumbled upon my digital corner in the Internet.

After much procrastination, I’ve finally mustered enough courage to start my very own blog.

Ironically though, I was always compelled to write. I say compel, (v. to cause to give in to pressure) because my creative juices aren’t the kind to flow out naturally.

I am not the ‘I can’t not write’ type.

In fact, somewhere, somehow, and as you’re reading, I’m surely experiencing several episodes of writer’s block that’s more frequent than how many times you can say “EH HUEH!” repetitively, in a minute. (It’s a BretmanRock expression, in case you wonder. So fun to say!)

There is also a point in time where I stopped writing. It was a total halt. If I were to be a hypocrite, I’d say, life happened, and that days took a toll on me. Of course, those are my lame excuses. I am not a good writer anyway. (Woah, I unbelievably can’t seem to run away from yet another excuse, eh?)

Although, I always had the inclination to write. You see, there’s a very finite line between them – being compelled to write, and having the inclination to write.

In my pre-teen, I was the girl in class who makes poetries and funny articles for the sake of, I don’t know, overcoming boredom? Yet I take delight in it. Back then, (Ugh, what a way to give away my age!), we didn’t have much technology going on around.

In college, I was the classmate who enjoys proofreading projects, if not coming up with scripts. Also considering the fact that I took up Mass Communication, perhaps added fuel to the fire.

In my years of being in the executive world, I get requests from colleagues and from people of the past *insert sci-fi background music* to do technical writing on their behalf – either because they wanted to move up the corporate ladder, or they needed to send a resignation notice, and the likes. I still get them until today.

Coincidentally, I also kick-started my freelancing career by ghostwriting two e-books, which then blossomed into creating business proposals, drafting sales & marketing letters, doing product descriptions, curating website contents, and finalizing blog posts.

Oh, the days.

So, you see, writing had always been there. I didn’t notice even if it’s right before my very eyes. I had all the opportunities and reasons to write. But I never took it too seriously.

And so, that changes today.

Yet here I am, still starting out as an amateur.

Years of writing is not enough for me. Not if I never shared any of them anyhow. This will serve as the beginning of my practice. How am I doing so far?

Why Fae Flutterby?

Flutterby is a play on words, thereby known as Spoonerism, of the word ‘butterfly’.

To me, Flutterby, kind of, means, a combination of frolicsome, fair, fabulous, fluttering, and, I don’t know what else, maybe fajitas? But you get the idea.

My name, Fae, on the other hand, according to my mother, means a little fairy. So although I am nowhere near being little now, I still took it to heart, and loved fairies and butterflies, ever since.

And because I obviously have an indisputable attachment to the letter F, plus Allove Alliterations (You saw what I did there, didn’t you? Haha! I love Alliterations!) – well, voila!

Fae Flutterby is born.

From hereon, I will be publishing my interests, merely living my mundane life, documenting my thoughts, opinions, and reminders for myself to look back to, in time.

My blog will be comprised of the following categories I have listed down below. In the long run I may niche them down further, or combine them up in larger classifications. Who knows? So I hope you come find out with me.

Fun – Leisure. Travel. Adventure. They all fall under this category.

Food – I am an organicaholic – as I like calling myself so much. I love whole foods, and fresh ones. I will share all the healthy recipes I know, and maybe restaurants I visit that are great finds!

Fitness – Workout routines I personally chose to partake on.

Fashion – I barely know anything about fashion, but I will try my best to come up with stuff that’s related to this.

Frets & Flats – Music. I play the guitar and sing. I also wanted to learn how to play the piano. Maybe I’ll post some of my practices in here if it isn’t too annoying? Hah!

Flow & Fluency – Notes. Poems. Stories. Literary. Quotes. – Anything I have written in the past, or felt like scribbling down will be in here.

Freelancer Fae – Ah. This beauty. I am a fully-fledged freelancer too, by the way. Anything about freelancing, I will share with you through this section.

I know this is very diverse, and it may seem too daunting and a little too overflowing. But why not try?

It’s 2018! Execute!

Happy reading!

 

From,

Fae