for the first time
I am watching you
in the bathroom
brushing your teeth
just the right chunk of light
enough to see
a magenta vest
your only tattoo
sneaking out from the top
of black shorts
your clock notifies me
it is ten past twelve
a dog yaps in sporadic bursts
outside a siren whines
only to die seconds later
but I am captivated
by your shape
the backs of your feet
a little fraction of skin
under the belly-button
and if this is to become
an ordinary event
I will sleep every night
with a smile
painted over my dreams
Explanation: A poem written in my own time (not based on real events). All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the near future,
Sa kwadradong hawla
Doon nagsipagtirapa ang bawat paslit
Sila'y mistulang sabik sa yakap ng Ina,
Pagkat kalinga'y hindi maupos-upos na kandila.
Minsan sila'y naging malaya,
Si Inay nga pala, siyang nagpaubaya
Tila martir ang minsang naging paslit,
Pag-asa nila'y sa alikabok na sinisipa.
Bagkus ang Inang siyang nagsaplot sa kanila,
Nilisan at hinayaang maibigkis, walang kasarinlan.
At doon sa iisang hawla'y magtatagpo muli,
Sa bentelasyon, sila'y may kakaunting sandali.
Tunay ngang ang paslit ay magiging Ina rin,
Oras niya ngayong kabiyak sa salamin.
Iniwang Ina'y may ikalawang henerasyon,
Sa kanila nama'y may namutawing leksyon.
I am in the waiting room
While we await your arrival,
Alone as you are,
I imagine your parents' hands,
I imagine they are falling more in love than they ever thought possible-
And I wonder if it scares them.
I wonder if your mom is terrified,
Or if she has surrendered to the pain of bringing you into this beautiful,
If she is watching the waves above her
And the shifting diamonds on her skin,
Imagining the sound of your first cry.
I wonder if she knows how beautiful she is,
Naked and wild and existant.
I wonder if your father is ready,
If he feels responsible or detached somehow,
I wonder what he will teach you,
And if you will have his nose
Or just his smile.
I wonder if I'll get to watch you grow into a man,
Or if I'm at all even part of the plan,
Or if I'm a just-for-now-convenient friend
Who is waiting,
Alone as you are,
Days took the long road
Days recite the grief
Days swallow the night
And I can't speak upon those days
We replaced them with tomorrow
and filled the night with cliches
where those days will never follow
Nights never could see
Nights never could know
Nights never could leave
Speaking upon that night
You repaid them with the dawn
filling their days with insight
giving them tomorrow to live on
So thank you, loving one
To speak so wise and yet so young
Our days will shine bright and oh so faithfully
While our nights will always glisten .
So please speak and we will listen.
For it was at dawn when I loved you
for saving me.
Poems expose my vulnerability
But it's something about the tranquility
that keeps me writing again and again
I like it when
they are my escape
from this world of hate
Most of my poems are sad
but that is how I get past being mad
I like to write
All day and night
I prefer my friends and family do not read
what secrets I keep inside of me
I'm scared of people knowing
About what my poems are showing
Honestly they don't show me
And how happy life could be
But they do show small parts
of my heart
I just need to try
and write things my
feelings always feel
like maybe about the happy appeal
Either way I'm happy with this
Writing poems and feeling Bliss
Seeking a friend for the end of the world,
At the precipice of the cold storm
And the past still chasing me
I can't find a place to warm.
And I ask you for your hand,
The one I pushed away,
The light that you showed me
Before I hid away.
But why forgive me
If I can't forgive myself,
Why ever help me
When I never asked for help.
All alone as I deserve it
And here comes the end,
The World as I knew it,
I only seek a friend.