All posts by Rose Min Fernandez

Lover of books, arts, and carbs; a dreamer and a storyteller. I count sunrises and sunsets while I chronicle my thoughts visually and virtually.

Mindless and Sleepless

I am an insomniac.

I’ve always been plagued with sleeplessness ever since I was young.  There might be hundreds or even thousands of articles published by proper experts in the medical field that can explain the reasons behind sleeplessness ranging from the physical to the mental, but none of the remedies, therapy, and what-not had even helped my case. Continue reading Mindless and Sleepless

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Declared

Today I declare… 
Something I haven’t bravely dared 
My lost soul crying from within
I never confessed to being fair. 

Today I declare… 
This broken soul be aware
Of the tyranny of self-doubt, I bear
And the fears have quietly shared. 
Continue reading Declared

At Sixteen

I wrote this piece when I was 22; a naive, disillusioned girl who dreamt of something big but never had a chance to realize it.

Feeling nostalgic, I cleaned out some of the boxes housing manuscripts and quickly scribbled nothings in napkins and torn pieces of paper. It was nestled between two stickers that melded together, its adhesive just melted over time.

It was one of the poems I wrote when everything seemed to be crashing down, a reminder that an idealistic fool thought she could rule the world, but the world was too big for her even to navigate through.

At sixteen, many realizes that they’re on top of the world. Well, at least I thought I was. And when reality comes knocking, it does knock… and boy, does the realization reality bit me hard. Continue reading At Sixteen

Cloudy With A Chance Of Crazy

I found myself staring at a blank page for what seemed like an hour or so, trying to find words that I no longer can remember.

Have you been in this situation a lot?

I have… and it’s worse than writer’s block.

I’m prone to rambling and I’ll take this opportunity to apologize because I need to write it down or forever hold my peace. So bear with me if you can as I strive to make sense out of the craziness of it all.

You see, it’s been a cloudy weather inside my fishbowl head for quite some time now. It taunts me and tells me, “Hey! There are a lot to write about. But let’s make it a bit more interesting by making it a bit cloudy so the obvious is not that obvious.” Continue reading Cloudy With A Chance Of Crazy

Heart Beats

I’d like to share a poem I wrote when I was in my early twenties. It was during a time when I was lost, confused and angry at life… at everything. A time I swore I wouldn’t want to experience again for as long as I live.

I barely recognized myself during those times. I was hurt and lonely. Nevertheless, I took a creative turn for it and just poured everything out on paper. This is one of the results of those angry, bitter, sleepless nights.  Continue reading Heart Beats