Natuyo na ang kaalatang pumapalibot sa kanyang mga mata
Ilang papel na ang nasira sa pagtulo ng mga basang kalungkutan sa mga salitang pinagsikapang idikta't ibuga
Umaasang, balang araw
Ang sakit na kinikimkim ay tuluyan ding
maiibsan
Ngunit
Lumipas ang mga buwan, humina ang katawan
Nagkulong sa loob ng sariling kasakiman't kadiliman sa takot na muling masaktan.
Pero tama na.
Sa wakas, dumating na ang realisasyong matagal nang inaasahan: Nakakasawa nang magtiis matulog sa mga basang unan.
Panahon na para ito’y labhan.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
As a writer
I dredge up the problems I've buried so long ago
And mold them into stanzas
I trace the scars on this ungodly body
And etch them into my words
I let my tears fall on dull paper
And leave the salt water current to carry my pieces
Because everyday
As a writer
I am slowly learning that my dark times
Are also stories worth sharing
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
i spent my childhood
with a conch shell in hand,
i'd be near the sea
even on land
for when i'd press
it to my ear
i'd hear the ocean
loud and clear
and that's when i realised:
i could have the world in my hands
if i believed enough
i could get to distant lands
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
i'll leave
pieces of
my
love everywhere
like
petals
in the wind
and i hope
you find them and
know i wait
for you.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 6:44 AM UTC
Darling,
On those nights you feel lonely
Days you feel gloomy
When it feels like the universe
Is conspiring against you
Remember
I
am
here
(And, no, the universe isn't conspiring against you)
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
My grandmother longed to be like you
Silver, grey
But useful
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 8:00 AM UTC
keep talking
keep remembering
say the names
of the ones
who fought
with paper and pen
say the names
of those who protested
say the names
of the ones who
were tortured
the ones whose deaths
were written out and fabricated for them
the ones who
were taken from their families
never to be found or buried
say the names
of the ones whose futures
and lives
were taken away
under the rule of a dictator
who got away with it.
no,
we won't let it all fall
into their bloodied hands.
we won't let them rewrite
our history for their pride;
say the names
of the ones lost, the ones who fought
until our voices are loud enough
and our words are visible
in the name of justice.
we will keep remembering,
we will never forget.
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
He said
Foolishly
That he wanted to explore the uncharted unknowns of space
He wanted to fill its vacancy and float away with a sense of purpose, discovering the stars and wonders it held along the way
If only he wasn't blinded by the bright lights of the gleaming stars above
If only he realized that behind the facade of constellations lies an endless, empty void of darkness
Maybe he could have saved himself all the trouble
Maybe he wouldn't have had such a hard time breathing
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
"Three..."
As he stands infront of a reflection he no longer recognizes, his body begins to tremble
Anxiety seeps into the cracks of his troubled soul and he is left stiff
Unmoved
Wrapped by the cold, rigid fingers of fear
"Two..."
He begins to settle
He fills his lungs with deep, steady breaths and slowly gains composure
All while he lies to himself
"I'm okay, I'm okay"
Until he finally develops the confidence to believe it
"One..."
He buries his inhibitions
He bottles up his fears
He masks the truth with his best fake smile as he prepares to come out on stage and put on one hell of a show for the world to see
"Action..."
The audience applauds his performance
But at the end of the day, when the cheering dies down and the curtains are drawn
When the stage is cleared and the spotlights cut to black
It's still just one big act
And everyone seems to love it
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
*and then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like
I Love You*
**** it
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC