i hope your favorite people never turn into strangers
i hope all your what if's will bury themselves 6ft deep
i hope you won't meet God on the bathroom floor again
i hope you receive all the love that you give
i hope you don't lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who is okay with losing you
i hope you know you deserve more than that
i hope you get better, tho not today, i hope someday
i hope you find your precious soul in your time alone
i hope you don't give up even tho you have to
i hope that familiarity and longing fill the spaces between those fingers
i hope that you may be at peace knowing that this too shall pass
i hope that you trust yourself that you'll survive
i hope that you don't regret having a good heart because all good things come back and they multiply
i hope that when love visits again, may it be happy, safe, secure, and sure
i hope that tho it doesn't rhyme, i hope you understand.
Mar 1, 2023
Mar 1, 2023 at 3:19 AM UTC
take me back to the days before
back to the time when our love was sure
take me back to those happy days
when we make memories—a love that stays
take me back to your arms
where you pull me close to feel your warm
take me back to those beautiful nights
where you squeeze me hard and hold me tight
take me back before the sorrow
take me back today or maybe tomorrow?
take me back to where there's no ache
to where every inch of my being doesn't break
take me back to you
you, my love, you.
take me back to you.
Feb 28, 2023
Feb 28, 2023 at 3:58 AM UTC
Nitong nakaraan, naging nostalgic ako sa mga new year na nagdaan, mga new year nung bata kami, and sa new year na dadating pa.
Oo sobrang saya ngayon, hindi rin naman mapapantayan ang saya! Pero alam ko na iba na siya. Ibang-iba na siya―kasi noon, kumpleto pa kami at wala pang nawawala samin. Kumpleto pa ang mga lolo at lola namin. May mga fireworks display, sinturon ni hudas mula sa kanto hanggang kabilang kanto. Isinasampay pa ung sinturon ni hudas sa katawan namin tapos magppicture kami, may trumpilyo, luces tapos isusulat ang pangalan sa daan, maging yung ray-gun na paputok meron din. May mga pagkain pang nakalagay sa la mesa dahil naghahanda ang mga lola. May ham, tinapay, hot choco, at kung ano-ano pa na pati mga kapitbahay namin doon din kumakain salo-salo ang lahat! Meron din sayawan sa kalsada mga 90's na tugtugan "don't cry" sa gitna ng kalsada.
Habang sinasalubong ang taon, we played this game na "thankful for 2022, and looking forward in 2023" with cousins and titos and titas while drinking wine and alcohol til we drop. Ang saya mapakinggan yung mga bagay na pinagpapasalamat nila at mga bagay na nilo-look forward nila lalo yung mga things they share about our family. It means so much na pare-parehas kami na support sa isa't-isa at ramdam yung pagmamahal sa bawat isa.
Sabi ng isa kong tita, darating daw yung time na baka maiba na dahil siyempre magkakapamilya, career, ibang paths to take, na baka yung iba di na mag new year sa Clemente. Pero sabi niya sila ay nandiyan pa din dahil yun ang gusto nila. Oo alam ko pwedeng mangyari dahil na-experience ko na sa mga kaibigan ko. Dati palagi kaming magkakasama tuwing new year at pasko. Mahal namin ang isa't-isa na kung pwede nga lang palagi kaming magkakasama. Pero siyempre iba-iba kami ng mundong ginagalawan at tinatahak, may lumipat ng bahay, may mga pamilya na din kaya bihira na lang din kami magkasama sama. Nakakamiss!
Hindi ko alam ang future, pero sana lahat kami nandito pa din magkakasama, isang buong pamilya na magkakasamang haharap sa panibagong taon habang nabubuhay kaming lahat!
Masaya ako na na-experience ko ang pasko at new year sa Tondo! Marami akong ipinagpapasalamat hindi lang sa 2022, kundi magmula 1992! Alam ng puso ko kung ano yung mga bagay na yun hindi ko maisa-isa, basta alam ko masaya lahat at grateful ako sa family na ibinigay sa akin ni Lord. Hindi man kami mayaman, madami man kaming pagkakaiba-iba, pero solid mahal namin ang isa't-isa. Looking forward to 2023 and more! **
Jan 3, 2023
Jan 3, 2023 at 2:05 AM UTC
thrown-out speeches I almost said to you:
i wake in the nights thinking why all my dreams are about you?
lest we forget, the moon is high that October 28 when we saw each other and sit on the back seat of the bus and i didn't know if you knew but the heartbreak prince, on that particular day, broke my heart--
and to tell you the truth there are so many things that crossed my mind that one magical night like "why are you here?", "did God send you to comfort me?" or "did He send you to catch me the minute i am free to be with our dear lost boys again saying "run away with me"?"
flashbacks waking me up to all the cold shoulder I gave you as i re-read our old conversation, to the times you reach out and i don't reply cos i played stupid games, chandelier's not flickering there, and i won stupid prizes.
but all's well cos we end well and i'm happy for you.
and those are the things i wanted to say to you on September 2
but all i did was to say, "happy birthday to you."
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
I remember asking you, "do you think we're getting married someday, love?" And you always said yes. But you didn't know i thought about how i never wanted to be without you and how happy you made me. And how i wanted to go on being that happy for the rest of my life.
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
some people never leave.
they're always inside you,
crushing your glass bones,
and setting fire to your paper heart
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
so how do you know if you are heartbroken?
do you have the sinking feeling in your stomach,
or is it in the chest that feels like an anchor that scrapes?
do you badly want to touch his face,
and then cry because you cant?
do you wish to see him in your dreams,
and feels a little bit happy the moment you do?
do you know where to begin,
cos you are missing him?
do you cry on the bathroom floor,
in the midnight or before you sleep?
do you cry for all the maybe's,
maybe there's someone else?
do you pity your heart,
for how much hurt it can carry?
do you crave for his touch,
and the way it made you feel?
do you want to hear his laugh,
and the way his eyes smile?
do you still believe in love's magic,
the way you believed in him?
do you ache for the words he said,
the words you held so dear?
do you feel blank and blah,
and your world starts, falling?
do you avoid everything else,
that will take you back on him?
do you look back on the memories,
as they starts flashing?
do you tell yourself that it's going to be okay,
but sadly, you do not know when?
do you crave and crave and crave more,
until you fall into your sleep?
do you wish to God to bring him back,
even tho not knowing if it is right?
do you feel like you need to survive,
and wake up to feel it over again?
do you feel like you are dying,
but other times you are dead?
do you feel like these words weren't enough
to describe what you feel or
do you feel like you looked like intact,
but still never the same?
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
Whenever I see your face I itch to sin.
I would inhale the saltiness of your skin, and the spice your chest radiates.
I would memorize how your ribs ripple when you groan.
I would pray silently that behind each closed door your fingers will crawl all over me.
I would do it all and much more just so I know what it's like to sin after seeing your face.
I would love to know what you desire when you see my face.
Do you want my submission slipping from my lips?
Do you hunger for the heave of my chest, or do you pine for the arch of my foot?
Do these thoughts ever beckon you like they do to me?
If they do, why don't we take the trip together?
Why don't we uncover the pins and needles behind our masks, and revel in the fragility of our bodies?
Why don't we stitch together words that tumble between bated breaths, and lay them down underneath these stained sheets?
Why don't you trace your fingers along my backbone, while I hope you can coax it to act out against you?
If only I could hear what you think when our eyes meet, if only I can sketch out the itch to sin that suddenly invades me.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
I have held hand of others,
long before you came.
I've been hugged by not just one,
and we sang love songs too.
there are promises, memories,
stories and secrets
of all those things yours is my favorite,
cos I've never wrote them a poetry.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC