#mark dimaisip

[wnq-writers]

Always, we strive to get closer. Always, we never get close enough.

Asymptotes by Mark Dimaisip

[markdimaisip]

I'm MARK DIMAISIP. You can call this a poetry blog. This is where I dump my first drafts and let...

[wnq-writers]

If you hold me, I will sift through your fingers. If you let me be, I will drift away to the sun. I am falling… I am falling… but not for you.

H2O by Mark Dimaisip

[wnq-writers]

There are no dead ends, only people who’ve given up.

Mark Dimaisip

[allyourprettywords]

"Storm," Mark Dimaisip

A storm is brewing inside you. My mother would always tell me whenever I stay silent for too long. She doesn’t like it.

She is afraid that I would follow after my father who keeps his emotions bottled in—only to erupt in unexpected, inappropriate places.

And I would tell her, with a steady gaze I am in control. I am calm. But she doesn’t understand and just gets more scared.

My father likes swallowing storms. If you listen, you will hear thunders rumbling inside of him, waiting to break free.

I have grown tired just watching my father take in, contain, all by himself, the disasters intended for many people—

that is a kind of weight that can tear a man. Me? I just run to the middle of the storm and watch the entire world circle around me.

I am silent not because I am like father, I told my mother. A glimmer of hope in her eyes. I am silent because I don’t have to.

[wnq-writers]

There is no formula for happiness. No matter how you balance your life, there will always be that variable that will ruin the perfect equation. So stop thinking in numbers. Stop comparing and measuring things. Happiness is not a math problem. It can never be logically derived.

Mark Dimaisip

[wnq-writers]

I will hold your hand when you are a pocketful of roses. I will hold your hand when you are brittle falling leaves. I will hold your hand when you are a ray of sunshine. I will hold your hand when you are painful as ice.

—Mark Dimaisip

[wnq-writers]

You were born from the big bang. Each element in your body once belonged to interstellar stuff. Do not let the brilliance inside you flicker like a dying flame. Burn up and share the light.

—Mark Dimaisip