jose-remillan - Hello Poetry

You step away, your shadow dissolving, a quiet wind rises, carrying the weight of what we could not hold. Love lingers like the scent of rain, familiar, fading— I watch, knowing I cannot follow.

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Feb 14

Feb 14, 2026 at 4:27 AM UTC

jose-remillan

WHAT WE COULD NOT HOLD

You step away, your shadow dissolving, a quiet wind rises, carrying the weight of what we could not hold. Love lingers like the scent of rain, familiar, fading— I watch, knowing I cannot follow.

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I stepped into the vastness, unburdened, yet the wind turned sharp with memory. Each step pressed the earth as if to bury you, but the soil only bore your name. Your roses, abandoned, became relics— a slow withering of my own tenderness. Their fading held a language I could not speak, a quiet plea for what I refused to hold. How does one escape a shadow cast within? Freedom, I thought, would be a pure light. Instead, it is a hollow flame, flickering on the walls of an empty room. If I could summon time like a tide, wash away the hour I let you go— But the tide would bring you too close, and I would drown in the truth of my longing.

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Feb 14

Feb 14, 2026 at 4:22 AM UTC

jose-remillan

WHEN FREEDOM MEANS MISSING YOU

I stepped into the vastness, unburdened, yet the wind turned sharp with memory. Each step pressed the earth as if to bury you, but the soil only bore your name. Your roses, abandoned, became relics— a slow withering of my own tenderness. Their fading held a language I could not speak, a quiet plea for what I refused to hold. How does one escape a shadow cast within? Freedom, I thought, would be a pure light. Instead, it is a hollow flame, flickering on the walls of an empty room. If I could summon time like a tide, wash away the hour I let you go— But the tide would bring you too close, and I would drown in the truth of my longing.

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Marahan niyang pinitas ang Huling gumamela sa hardin. Kasama ang liham at lihim Ng puso, inialay sa paralumang Matagal-tagal ding itinangi, Itinangis sa tadhana, ng walang Hanggang paghilom at pag-asa. Anuman ang mangyari, patuloy na Idadako ang paningin sa pagtingin, Hindi sa hapóng damdamin, hindi Sa mga lamat ng puso, bagkus Sa alamat ng bagong pagsuyo, Paulit-ulit mang danasin ang guho.

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Feb 14

Feb 14, 2026 at 4:08 AM UTC

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Nang Magkamali si Kupido

Marahan niyang pinitas ang Huling gumamela sa hardin. Kasama ang liham at lihim Ng puso, inialay sa paralumang Matagal-tagal ding itinangi, Itinangis sa tadhana, ng walang Hanggang paghilom at pag-asa. Anuman ang mangyari, patuloy na Idadako ang paningin sa pagtingin, Hindi sa hapóng damdamin, hindi Sa mga lamat ng puso, bagkus Sa alamat ng bagong pagsuyo, Paulit-ulit mang danasin ang guho.

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The oak does not mourn its leaves— each fall, a lesson in how loss braids its green into the next hunger. The river carves its surrender deeper, stone by stone, until even the moon drowns in its new, dark mouth. I thought I knew the shape of my life until the mountain said: "Here is the height you will never hold." What is a soul but the sum of its thresholds? Each night, the stars enter their ancient war— we are what remains of the light.

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 5:20 AM UTC

jose-remillan

THRESHOLDS

The oak does not mourn its leaves— each fall, a lesson in how loss braids its green into the next hunger. The river carves its surrender deeper, stone by stone, until even the moon drowns in its new, dark mouth. I thought I knew the shape of my life until the mountain said: "Here is the height you will never hold." What is a soul but the sum of its thresholds? Each night, the stars enter their ancient war— we are what remains of the light.

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The Sphinx was alive when The blackhole emerged Somewhere in the galaxy of My dream. It was an ode to immortality, I presumed, built to mystify The mind of Hawking, winding The roads Of everything left to us by chance Or rebirth. We knew it by now. We, too, are stardusts.

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Feb 8, 2021

Feb 8, 2021 at 9:12 PM UTC

jose-remillan

Stardusts

The Sphinx was alive when The blackhole emerged Somewhere in the galaxy of My dream. It was an ode to immortality, I presumed, built to mystify The mind of Hawking, winding The roads Of everything left to us by chance Or rebirth. We knew it by now. We, too, are stardusts.

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The drizzles, upon our skin, akin to Crystalline dews streaming down The window pane. Plane as it is, Except for some stories told over A cup of coffee, we remained strangers In a strange midnight, nameless, Faceless crowd of aloness. But the Stolen gaze is a thousand words, Unspoken yet understood, unheard Humming in solitude. So we stood in Silence for there is no better name For all there is in this moment but Midnight sun. Just lend me another cup of creamer And caffeine, for I have forgotten the Art of remembering, for all there is has Become a poetry of your presence.

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Feb 8, 2021

Feb 8, 2021 at 9:07 PM UTC

jose-remillan

Sol Invictus

The drizzles, upon our skin, akin to Crystalline dews streaming down The window pane. Plane as it is, Except for some stories told over A cup of coffee, we remained strangers In a strange midnight, nameless, Faceless crowd of aloness. But the Stolen gaze is a thousand words, Unspoken yet understood, unheard Humming in solitude. So we stood in Silence for there is no better name For all there is in this moment but Midnight sun. Just lend me another cup of creamer And caffeine, for I have forgotten the Art of remembering, for all there is has Become a poetry of your presence.

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Na muli tayong pagtagpuin Ng sakali, sana'y nariyan ka Pa rin gaya ng saglit nating Paglagi sa sulok na ito. Hindi ko nais na naisin mo Ako, gaya ng naisip mo nang Agawin ka sa'kin ng tadhana. "Bahala na," sabi mo. Ang mahalaga'y natuto tayong Maging tayo, sa kabila ng lahat. Sa kabila ng bigat. Sa kabila ng Sanlibong pilat na kailan ma'y Di ko na masasalat. Huwag **** kaligtaan ang sulok Na ito, kung sakaling igawi ka rito Ng ala-ala't pag-aalala. Kung sakali lang.

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Feb 8, 2021

Feb 8, 2021 at 9:05 PM UTC

jose-remillan

Kung Sakali Lang

Na muli tayong pagtagpuin Ng sakali, sana'y nariyan ka Pa rin gaya ng saglit nating Paglagi sa sulok na ito. Hindi ko nais na naisin mo Ako, gaya ng naisip mo nang Agawin ka sa'kin ng tadhana. "Bahala na," sabi mo. Ang mahalaga'y natuto tayong Maging tayo, sa kabila ng lahat. Sa kabila ng bigat. Sa kabila ng Sanlibong pilat na kailan ma'y Di ko na masasalat. Huwag **** kaligtaan ang sulok Na ito, kung sakaling igawi ka rito Ng ala-ala't pag-aalala. Kung sakali lang.

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May 19, 2017

May 19, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC

May 19, 2017

May 19, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC

I breath but I don't bleed in Her world. Time ceases to Unify my senses, seasons Change according to purpose. Once the reason for being Has been consumed, the being Dies and a new beginning Lies above the character. That is the first world. A word in the creator's mind Is reality in hibernation. And it is always beyond good And evil, for even the process Of beginning is a function of Pursuing happiness, of pursuing Rebirth amidst the oceans of Variables, of chances. Changing planes of plain existence Is all but question of reason of Being, For being here, for being there in my Version of truth and reality, in her Vision of love and eternity.

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May 19, 2017

May 19, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC

jose-remillan

The Hypothesis

I breath but I don't bleed in Her world. Time ceases to Unify my senses, seasons Change according to purpose. Once the reason for being Has been consumed, the being Dies and a new beginning Lies above the character. That is the first world. A word in the creator's mind Is reality in hibernation. And it is always beyond good And evil, for even the process Of beginning is a function of Pursuing happiness, of pursuing Rebirth amidst the oceans of Variables, of chances. Changing planes of plain existence Is all but question of reason of Being, For being here, for being there in my Version of truth and reality, in her Vision of love and eternity.

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