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VG E Bacungan Oct 2014
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The pouting of her lips in perfect sync
to the groove of her hips, in friction against mine.
The heat of sweet sweaty swings
each stroke firm and refined.

~
. . .
                         *
Alas, another daydream -
VG E Bacungan Oct 2014
The world where I stood was a desert
thirsty for a pint of rain;
longing for a kiss that never came.
Not until you did.

Everything started with a droplet of your essence,
Out of nowhere. Unexpected.
YOU... yes you MANIFESTED.
Without notice, you took me by surprise.
A beautiful surprise I say.
For the first time in a while I felt,
my worries washed away by your presence.
Hot sand turned mud where then I lay.

In those moments I lost,
all anxieties brought by drought.
When through the years I thought
I'd never touch the rain I ought
to ardently pray for every night.
Imbued I was with your* "love".

clothes soaked. body wet. soul drunk.

your name the promise I mutter through the drizzle.
This body jived to the beat of a million sizzle.

Moments passed faster than it seemed.
I, taken away by lust of a parched soul.


I slurped. I gulped. I glugged.

as much as I could, never thinking of
what I would drink in the latter.
When the land runs dry;
when then again,
I'm deprived of water.

So then, what caught me by surprise,
left without a word... woah,
SURPRISE!
everything turned back the way it was;
an arid heart in a blink of an eye.

But what makes me wonder is this delusive sense,
of your cooling touch amidst this false pretense;


I smell–
Your scent stick to my chest like perfume odour.
My nostrils clogged with the aroma of your neck.
A waft that distorts the senses of this
consumed man.

Thoughts of you linger long after you are gone...
*Like the fragrance of rain that stays after the downpour.
A poem
for her.
or maybe
for myself.

#MovedOn
VG E Bacungan Sep 2014
If the lines in my forehead,
be the multiplier of your laughter;
bid grimaced be my days.

If the tears that I shed,
be the sugar in your tea;
let it rain.

If my yelps of pain,
be the lyrics to your song;
take away my voice.

If the cuts on my flesh,
be the curve on your smiles;*
dice me.

If the blood I bleed,
be your elixir of happiness;

deplete me completely.

If the punctures on my heart,
bequeath rays on your sun;

stab me some more.

If the failures I commit,
be the perfection of your day;

wrong me.

If my downfall,
be your supreme ecstasy;

I've long prepared my gravestone.

//So in the end I may say:
I have accomplished my role.
To be the liberation of your morbid soul...//


My existence . .  .
**is at your disposal.
It's been a long time since I last posted a poem... Hey there guys! how have my dear fellow aspiring poets been doing? Lately I've joined our school's literary publication (The Spires) and I've been lucky enough to have got in as one of the EBs. This poem is one of my works published there...hopefully it will be. hahaha. :D
VG E Bacungan Aug 2014
The karvings of this awe-full fantasy amplifies,
the throbbing of my freezing heart.
The shapelessness of the kloud whispers,
wonderful mysteries in inaudible murmurs.

The blue-orange painted kanvas above.
The silhouette of the mountains that hide,
behind the undaunted smokes that forms.
The opening that the heavens made,  
to show the earth its dazzling threshold.
Gradually.
Sensationally.
Approaching the land with unfathomable ardor.

Devout of the seamless tenuous night,
Gangas klangs echoes through the cold.
Lumps of land deprive the moment of silence,
as the people sing to the gods with reverence.

Heareth me, O goddess of the krops!
O god o'er all the mountains come see;
How gracefully she stood before me.
While the pyre gives emphasis to her figure.

Kurves of the kreseant resembles her smile;
edges of her lips sink.
Beautiful exkavation mark on her left cheek,

all in perfekt symmetry; perfektion in all she is.

"Saya Suka Awak" I told her.
that very moment:
Sparkling of the stars devoured our eyes.
Sweetest morose partings seeped in voiceless lullabies;
in unison with symphonic notes lulling unsaid goodbyes.
Through the last movement of vagueness the moment subsides.

For the love that profess fades,
with the chilly thin air it travels;
back to the heart of the other.
Oceans apart they were,
yet atop the mountains. . .
love blossomed.
This poem was made during my stay at Bauko, Mt. Province, Philippines for the first ever SEED Program Philippines hosted by San Beda College. I was lucky enough to be one of the nationa delegates for the event. There I was able to meet people from other ASEAN countries and of course the local folks of the place. In that event I saw too many yet wrote so less; perhaps because I was so busy. But, I was able to write this.. Inspired by the panoramic mountain view, chilly weather and someone from the delegates, this poem was born. #SEEDProgram2014 #SayaSukaAwak. <3 ^_^
VG E Bacungan Aug 2014
I walk down our streets and soak my senses
in happy thoughts therefore of...

How I felt better back then.
How everyday I was content.
How my days were fun games.

How you came to my life.
How I felt safe.

How you left with no remorse.
How I became... opaque.

happy thoughts.
Happy Thoughts.
HAPPY THOUGHTS!!!

Happy...thoughts. I need you.
Do not slip away,
deceive my heart.

make this gloomy sky.. a SUNNY DAY;
a bright glimmering SUNNY LIE.
Long time no post. :3
I'm back. :D
VG E Bacungan Jul 2014
Lately,
I've written so many. .  .
Shown the world less . .  .
Maybe it's time to rest.

For now, goodbye.
till I fix my life. .  .
till I miss your caress . .  .
till my poetry becomes worth sharing . .  .
till my love comes back . .  .

perhaps that day is never coming.
perhaps this is the last post I make.

Farewell, Hellopoetry.
**Hello, my agonizing reality.
Goodbye friends. One day I might return, who knows... just farewell for now. :)
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
Silhouette of the past run round and round.
His present state of mind.
The last kiss.
The last time she said goodbye.
The final touching of hands,
before the morning dawn arrived.

He sung the song she never heard.
when in silence, He embraced Rian in the corner.
In abysmal thoughts he ponder.
While droplets of the gloomy rain cover,
his essence; the purest tears he shed for her.

Amassed chaos in his psyche.
Seeped to his fingers, to the pen.
The paper dripping of wailing despair.
His cursed existence he indicted.
How his life is seems so unfair.

Again,
He closed his eyes.
Reminisce what he lost inside.
Things he will never get back.
Things that will never come back.
Realized that one thing he lack.

     "blank"                                                    ­                                                        .
Fast Poetry.
Spontaneous Writing.
Pure Emotions.


Where's my baby?
Baby Y. :(

PS. Rian is my guitar.
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
...is us* together  and  happy.
Thought of the Night.
Good(?)Night.
These feeling intensifies.
The heart starts to die.
out of love. "out" of love.

I miss.
I kiss.
I dream.
such bliss.

#notepoetry
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
A newborn seed
f       
a         
   l           
l        
s
    
,
Earth embraced with genial hug.
Behold! Cometh life.
Thoughts that struck me by the rainy sleepless night I had last night.
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
In every action,
grace.

In every word,
honesty.

In every thought,
purity.

In everything,
God in me.
My mantra.
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