Ang hikahos na mula sa iyong tinig
Na pilit nilulunod ng iyong isipang pawang taksil
Sa ikasasaya ng damdaming may kinukubling pag-asa
Ang siya ring hikahos na sisigaw nang malakas,
Sapat lamang upang mulatin ang diwang umidlip sa katotohanang
Ikaw ay karapat-dapat masilayan ng liwanag,
Maglakbay at sumapit sa nakukubli,
Magtangka sa walang katiyakan,
At ngumiti sa ibabaw ng kabiguan.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 4:52 PM UTC
You can be alone but not lonely.
You can be lonely even when you're not alone.
I hear this over and over and I just nod like I heard it for the first time.
It's sad that I am both.
Lonely and alone.
The sun is setting into an orange gradient and I can still the smell the rain.
That familiar smell of the ground.
Outside the walls of my room, I know people are bustling their ways to go home.
And here I am on my bed, lonely and alone.
Do you ever just want not to wake up?
I oversleep and even if I've had enough and my head is already aching from hours of pressure on my head,
And my eyes are hurting for I have been shutting them in force for hours long,
I am just not ready to wake up.
I have no reason at all.
Or maybe I'm just tired trying.
As I'm thinking about it now,
How each passing day is getting more difficult to live,
I realized how nice it would have been if there's someone who could tell me,
"It'll be fine. You'll be fine."
I hope someone could spark me some hope.
Like who cares if it's false.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
If you put your hand against my chest,
Right through my throbbing heart that longs,
You'll hear the sound of you.
Never has it screamed
And never has it really jumped off me.
It's done a far scarier thing.
It threatened to leave my heart dead if stays unheard.
Yes, from that sound of you.
So I had to listen to it.
Your laugh, your song, your every single word.
Even your sighs that I undeniably grew to miss.
Your cries that you held tight in your throat.
Oh, those were the times
I wish I could be right there with you
And you could not just be a sound I have trapped,
A distance I couldn't close.
Dearest, you fill my head with pieces of crap to waste my time for.
Like a jobless counting steps from the kitchen to the main door.
Like the fool that I always was.
For you.
They say love is a luxury
And unnecessary.
As though an ad-free Spotify in a world of illegal downloads.
But... I think I'm in love with you.
And as a prisoner of the sound of you,
What else can I possibly do?
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC
we only talk about how stars shine,
how a cloud of gas and dust collapse
and through time, become the star our human eyes adore.
we only talk about how they sparkle on a dark night,
how they inspire the romantics of metaphors and words and poems,
how they form constellations and paint an image we fit them to.
but we never really talk much about how stars die,
that even though they can shine so bright for the longest time, they can and will die.
well, we never really talk about death at all
for we conceive it like gravitational warp, a blackhole we would never know what's beyond.
but it can't be all grim perhaps
'cause when stars die,
they can be a supernova explosion,
a tremendous death that can outshine the galaxy.
well, that sounds phenomenal.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
For a fact I know we will never be together.
For a fact I know you'll never give me a glance while I give you my whole life.
For a fact I know we might not even cross each other's paths.
But I still want to keep you in my heart.
And I want you to be that shining star that shines even more if I only look longer.
So even when I walk the darkest of my life, I'd still see you there up in the sky
And still feel you here in my chest.
I know I'll be fine. Sure I will.
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
When I said I was over you,
I meant over, not finished.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
do we really have to know depth to realize we can drown?
do we really have to get hurt to realize there's pain?
do we really have to see things perish to realize time is limited?
do we really have to be torn to pieces to realize we're fragile?
there's so much we don't know,
there's so much we refuse to know,
destruction, death, oblivion,
we all end to nothingness.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
I could meet thousands of shores, but it's still the sunset on the horizon that I adore.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC
I wondered how long it would take me to muster the courage to mention this bridge.
Guess now is the time.
I cross this familiar bridge whenever I go home from work.
It was a long bridge hanging just over a busy avenue with high-speed vehicles on a constant city rush.
It was long enough for me to have time to contemplate how it feels like to be gone in this world forever.
A bridge rarely crossed by pedestrians, a solitary place for an emotionless soul.
There was one night I stopped walking at the middle of that bridge.
With my detached eyes looking over the passing lights of the cars,
I thought maybe I could fall from this height and get hit and dragged by a truck.
I could die on the spot.
Beautiful, I thought.
This place could be such a beautiful place.
To be gone.
The thought enticed me like the aroma of my favorite food.
And at the same time, it sent shivers down my spine
Until soon enough, my mind was clogged by the guilt caused by my thought of wanting to leave the world for my own selfish desires of escape.
I refused to be that coward.
I still remember how I desperately sobbed my way down the bridge.
From then, it was very hard for me to cross the bridge without getting panic attacks.
Nights weren't chilly, but my legs can barely stand straight,
Knees shaking nonstop.
But there's no other way for me to get home and I badly want to bury myself in my sheets.
I have to cross the bridge.
I have to face this path.
I have to endure the heavy weight on my chest. Every single day.
I have to fight these crippling thoughts.
At all costs, I have to get home.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
Even if it's a shot in the dark,
Even if it's a scream into the void,
Even if it endlessly fails to reach you,
I will shout your name countless times
Until the universe understands that it should be you
And no one else.
Until the force is with me.
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC