Ilang buwan
Ilang taon
Gaanong panahon na ba
Ang lumipas
Simula noong
Huli akong sumulat?
Ilang buwan
Ilang taon
Gaanong panahon na ba
Ang nagdaan
Matapos ang gabing
Itinigil ang paglathala?
Ilang buwan
Ilang taon
Gaanong panahon na ba
Ang lumipas
Matapos maghilom
Ang pusong nawasak?
Ilang buwan
Ilang taon
Gaanong panahon na ba
Ang lumipas
Nang matapos ang luha
Sa pagpatak?
Dalawang buwan
Isang taon
Ganoong kahaba na
Ang panahon na lumipas
Itinigil ang pagtangis
Pagtanggap pala ang siyang lunas
Aug 17, 2022
Aug 17, 2022 at 12:22 PM UTC
Madalas sumagi sa aking isip
Ang ideya na ako'y sumagi rin saiyo
Nagbabakasali na kahit sa isang ihip
Ay maalala mo rin ako
Subalit iyon ay malabo
Ika'y maraming binubusisi
Kaya rito lamang ako sa malayo, nagtatago
Nanininugho, humihikbi
Dec 4, 2021
Dec 4, 2021 at 10:34 AM UTC
Bakit kahit anong bigkas ko
Na ito na ang huling sulat ko para saiyo
Ay lagi't lagi rin namang susulat ng mga tula
Na ikaw ang paksa
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 9:43 AM UTC
Wala pa sa paaralan
Matunog na kaniyang pangalan
“Sarah.. Sarah..”
Anak ng isang mayaman
Dahil sa kaniyang ama
Marami siyang kaibigan
At dahil sa maraming pera
May mga taong nakamata sa kaniya
Ngunit ganoon ba talaga
Sa pera at pangalan bumabase ang mga tao
Kahit hindi pa nakikita
Kahit pa na ang destinasyon ay malayo
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 11:24 AM UTC
She was a gem
Concealed, hiding
Among the stones
Afraid of being played
Over
And over again
She's tired
Seeing herself on an endless loop
Of getting back to you
Her words now sting
Like a poison
Never meant to be drank
She's tired
Sitting idly, waiting for something
For love that's never coming
She'll soon stand up
Her legs numb, shaking
But hopefully will heal
Sooner she'll forget
How to get back
Into your arms
Closer, she'll forget
How your hands
Felt colliding with hers
She'll forget
How to put a smile
Upon the sight of you
Surely she'll forget
The utopia she created
When she found you
But she'll remember
One thing
The unbearable pain
And one day
She'll be standing
Holding another's hand
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 4:32 AM UTC
Di pipigilan
ang puso
na tumangis
Ang luha
sa pagpatak
nang dahan-dahan
Ilalakad pa rin
ang mga nanginging na paa
kahit masakit
Imumulat ang mga mata
habang lumuluha
at tinitingnan ka papalayo
Bubuksan ang kamay
lalo na't hindi
na hawak ang iyong palad
Hahagkan ang hangin
sa pagbabakasakaling
ika'y babalik
Titingnan ka na lang
sa malayo
at ngingiti
Sa pagkakataong iyon
alam kong ika'y
masaya sa kanyang piling
Hindi na pipilitin
at alam kong
ika'y di para sakin
At lalaging sasabihin
na kung hindi lang din ikaw
ay huwag na lang
Sa muling pagtatagpo
sa huling pagkikita
sa huling hininga
ikaw...
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 7:45 AM UTC
It was a hot Sunday afternoon on my way to the bus terminal
Wearing khaki shorts, white converse, and my favorite blue shirt
Walking under the scorching sun like some Quiapo criminal
Craving for ***** ice cream and buy one like the woman on red skirt
Tired, I arrived at the terminal and heard the conductor shout,
“Lucena, Lucena, Lucena,” so I ran and immediately went on
There were a couple chattering and beside them their kid, a scout
Vendors selling Chicharon and Espasol and then they were gone
I can see from my seat most of the bus’ eccentric passengers
One is a weary mother and her cherubic baby crying out loud
A busy businessman on a call, and another is a group of fashioners
But I thought these were all temporary, a transient crowd
So, I stared beyond the vast plains and the nature in disguise
None was ever permanent in this episode, my deep introspection
But one thing I know is certain as sure as the sun will rise
That is slowly I am nearing home, I’m sure of my destination
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 7:56 AM UTC
Petrifying yellow agony that I concealed inside my mind
Made untouchable even from my brown bare hands
Escape like a prisoner but the end is dark and nowhere to find
Untimely, these scarlet embers burning in the sands
Succumbed into a swirling abyss of agonizing questions
A bizarre episode of losing in a game we all call Life
Only cascading tears are present in effortful actions
Merciless, stabbing me relentlessly with a stainless knife
These thoughts have been in my weary heart for the longest time
Hidden under the deepest chambers preventing anyone to discover
Hindering myself to soar with blissfulness, it’s the most violent crime
Lest, I’ll be ****** and impossible to recover
Mixed thoughts of melancholy and sorrow, these are all fleeting
Although these were the ones that left a massive and painful scar
Shrouded by the blanket of smiles behind an unbearable sting
I cannot wake up from this nightmare yet because it’s dawning afar
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
Growing older
Made me feel less
Certain occasions
Turned worst from best
Birthdays used to be special
And Christmas Holidays, too
I was feeling ecstatic
Now I just feel blue
New Years
Don't excite me anymore
Opportunities knocking
I will just close the door
Is this what growing old means?
Bringing home stress
Everyday I just feel
Believing a little less
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 10:21 AM UTC
I gotta keep myself wide awake
But sleep is knocking in my eyes
A weariness still lies within my gaze
And despair painted upon my face
Fighting silently within my crying soul
Are the invisble monsters that I created
Terrifying me even on my sweetest daydreams
Unleashing the petrifying pain
Engulfing me with the illusion
That the sunrise will be near
Unveiling the mask that I built
To feign the cascading tear
But I gotta make a straight face
And smile as though nothing bad is happening
Cause none will care
If I'm the one who needed saving
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC