Glistening Eyes

I love my eyes
Like a sparkling ice
The way it glows
Wherever I go


This is my eyes
There is no surprise
A great gift
and can't be shift


Window to my soul
Can see the farthest pole
A special jewelry
But full of mystery

Haunting in the woods

Behind a house in a rural midwestern town lies a dark wood. It is rumored that the wood is haunted, although the only report of such haunting is that of three young girls who encountered a spirit on a single autumn night. The source of the haunting was never investigated, and it is doubtful it ever will be. The house is now vacant and the wood has been left to overgrowth.

It all began when these girls decided to camp out deep inside that wood...

Sally, Jennifer and Britney were all thirteen years old. They had known one another since the fourth grade and were best of friends. Sally lived off a country road outside of town in a house surrounded by dense forest. There were no neighbors around for at least five square miles, with the nearest being Sally's grandmother and the home of an elderly couple. Sally always looked forward to going to school so she could have friends her own age.

One day, Sally had the idea of camping out in those woods and from her previous explorations, knew the perfect site far from the prying eyes of parents. It was in a pine grove where the ground was very soft, with a nearby clearing that would retain their campfire. Sally got the excited agreements of her two friends, who in turn got permission from their parents.

The campout was a plan.

It was a Saturday in late September. The weather was still warm but being early autumn, the nights were chilly and dark. They set up their tent in the afternoon. They also constructed their fire ring, gathered firewood and carefully selected branches that would hold their hot dogs and marshmallows. At dusk, they took their sleeping bag, flashlights, and a cooler full of snacks and headed down the path to their tent.

They joked and shared stories while they started their campfire. Once the flames were to an acceptable level, they formed their the lawn stair into a circle and pulled out the pac of hotdogs as well as their pre-made sticks. They were sitting in their chairs, roasting their frankfurters and talking. The night had arrived and a chill was setting in.

If you've ever sat around a campfire, you know that the area outside the glow of the fire is pitch black. It was from this blackness that the sounds of snapping twigs and the rustling of leaves came.

Jennifer was the first to hear the sounds and exclaimed in a loud whisper, "What's that? Shhh--listen!"

Britney froze mid-sentence and Sally leaned forward in her chair, straining to hear.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the crackling of the fire.

Then Sally chided Jennifer for her outburst, "Jennifer, it's nothing. You're scaring us. Now cut it out!"

As soon as she uttered those words, a tremendous wind whipped throughthe woods, blowing a cloud of pine needles and leaves into the air. The debris hit their faces and stung their eyes. The wind blew their hair and upended their gear. It was so fierce and so abrupt that it almost put out their fire. Sally fell out of her chair in order to avoid being hit by the gust of flames that leaped in her direction. Then the wind stopped as suddenly as it started.

The girls were terrified. They sat motionless for a moment, not knowing what to do next or what to expect. The woods were completely silent.

Then, from the direction of the deepest part of the forest came a wailing so loud and so tormented, it was horrifying. The girls covered their ears with their hands and tried to block out the lamenting shriek. It was a sound they had never heard before and they knew it was not of this world.

Jennifer was the first to break the reverie. She sprang from her position in the direction of the house. Seconds later, Sally and Britney did likewise. Their reaction was so instantaneous they didn't think about grabbing a flashlight. They darted through the inky forest tripping over logs and lumbering through the underbrush. If they stumbled, they quickly righted themselves. Mindless of the tears in their clothing or the scratches they suffered, their only objective was the safety of Sally's house.

They finally made it to the back porch and were met with the confused, sleepy gaze of Sally's mother who stood in the kitchen clenching her bathrobe. Out of breath and shaking, the girls gradually described in broken sentences what had happened. Sally's mom listened while her dad, hearing the clamor, arose from his bed and joined them in the kitchen.

After listening to their story, he quickly dressed and ventured out to the campsite to investigate the matter and to extinguish their fire. He was gone for over an hour.

When he returned, his face was pale. He was solemn and seemed distracted. He didn't say a word, and would not comment on what he had found, no matter how many times Sally or her mom pleaded to know the outcome.

The girls were sent home to their parents and it would be weeks before any of the girls would be able to sleep soundly. They all vowed they would never camp again.

The next day, Sally's family received word that her grandmother had passed away. In the ensuing days, the incident in the woods was dropped from conversation.

As time passed, the family moved on.

The girls remain friends to this day, but the memories of their campout are etched in their minds. That night will never be forgotten.

Same Sky

Here I am again

feels like being insane

missing you from a fear

trying to reach you in a star

The only thing that I have

were the moments we had

That I could only do

was the reminisce this time I feel blue

But despite of our distance
I still find reason to smile

I just look above high

for we're just under the same sky

Autobiography

I, Mark Anthony Bautista Bacayo, was born on March 5,1993 at Manila, Philippines and now residing in B26 L19 Dela Costa Homes 5 Brgy Burgoz, Rodriguez, Rizal.My friends call me Macky or Bacs. I was graduated at New Era University when I am in Elementary and graduated in San Jose National High School in my high school days. Now, I am taking up Bachelor of Science in Accountancy at New Era University.

My father, Teodoro Bacayo, is a self employed person while my mother, Susan B. Bacayo, is an employee of University Hotel, U.P Diliman, Quezon City. I am the eldest of 3 children.

My favorite sport is Badminton and my hobbies are reading books, watching TV, spending time with my friends, Surfing the net and also playing online games.I am an active member of Iglesia ni Cristo (Church of Christ)

Through your eyes

I want to see through your eyes To see why you hurt and rain Only then I will understand What gives you so much pain I want to beat through your heart To know what makes it bleed so much A heart so divine and pure Why it cries out for a simple touch I want to live in your thoughts To know what are your dreams I want to breathe in your agony And hear your silent screams I want to hear your unspoken words To know what you feel each moment I want to heal all your wounds And set you free from the torments So let me in and see your darkness Show me why your world so cold Give me your hands I will walk you through sunshine And give my all to make you whole