I’m Julian. I’m a poet. A father. A strategist by trade. I spent 15 years building brands across continents, but I never stopped writing lines meant for no one but myself. This is my quiet rebellion: a space for poems, music, essays – and the stories I haven’t told elsewhere.
Some poems are love letters. Others are wounds I wrote my way out of. I write about love, lust, betrayal, belief, fatherhood, and the haunting ache of silence.
You won’t find filters here. Just verse, a little blood, and maybe a thread to pull you back to yourself.
I make music when words need a beat to breathe.
Aster Street is a lo-fi track I made in 2020 during a wave of homesickness. I lived on that street in Fairview, Quezon City. The cover photo? I took it one day outside our house, looking up at the kind of sky that feels like it remembers you. Some songs are memories you can loop.
I’m Julian Sison. I’ve worked in marketing for over 15 years, crafting messages that convert, stories that sell, and brands that breathe. But beneath all that, I’ve always been a writer.
I’m a father of two. I overthink. I burn out sometimes. I believe in restraint, in discipline, in making work that actually means something.
This site isn’t about selling a service. It’s about collecting the scattered pieces of myself—poems, songs, reflections—and maybe offering something useful to those who are also trying to make sense of their own mess.
Essays about what it means to create, to parent, to build, to unravel, and to show up anyway.
I send out thoughts that never make it to LinkedIn. Poems too raw, lessons too personal, moments too fleeting.
If you’d like to hear from me once or twice a month—no spam, no funnels, just honest signal—drop your email below.