k-b - Hello Poetry

iniwan mo ako. saka mo nalamang mahal mo pala ako. mahal mo ako.  saka mo napagtantuhang kailangang iwan mo ako. huwag **** bigyan ng hustisya  ang mga espasyo ngayon sa bawat pangungusap. bawat salita ay dapat paghiwalayin  kahit alam nating ito’y may kahulugan at ugnayan. ikaw  ako  mahal  kita  ano ang saysay ng salita  kung sa bibig o kamay ng iba ito manggagaling? bakit mas masakit  ang kirot ng pusong  ‘di dahil sa pagsisiayos ng mga salita kundi sa ating pagkakaisang  naudlot sa pagtalima ng mga alituntuning sinulat naman ng iba? mamahalin kita* *kahit ang palaugnayan ay magkakamali rin. kung susunod ang ating mga puso  gusto mo bang mabigo? ‘di mababawasan sa murang salita  ang anumang nararamdaman.  idaan mo na lang sa kilos,  kung ayaw **** sumunod sa palaugnayan.

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Jun 3, 2017

Jun 3, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC

k-b

palaugnayan / ugnayanpala

iniwan mo ako. saka mo nalamang mahal mo pala ako. mahal mo ako.  saka mo napagtantuhang kailangang iwan mo ako. huwag **** bigyan ng hustisya  ang mga espasyo ngayon sa bawat pangungusap. bawat salita ay dapat paghiwalayin  kahit alam nating ito’y may kahulugan at ugnayan. ikaw  ako  mahal  kita  ano ang saysay ng salita  kung sa bibig o kamay ng iba ito manggagaling? bakit mas masakit  ang kirot ng pusong  ‘di dahil sa pagsisiayos ng mga salita kundi sa ating pagkakaisang  naudlot sa pagtalima ng mga alituntuning sinulat naman ng iba? mamahalin kita* *kahit ang palaugnayan ay magkakamali rin. kung susunod ang ating mga puso  gusto mo bang mabigo? ‘di mababawasan sa murang salita  ang anumang nararamdaman.  idaan mo na lang sa kilos,  kung ayaw **** sumunod sa palaugnayan.

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each step is a memory of yesterday's conversations. each breath-- a release of yesterday's frustrations. each quiver-- a burial of yesterday's shame. but each look from your weary eyes smile that escapes from your mouth time your soft hands touch mine i look forward to today, when my mistakes turn to miracles that would lead me closer to you.

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May 16, 2017

May 16, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC

k-b

today

each step is a memory of yesterday's conversations. each breath-- a release of yesterday's frustrations. each quiver-- a burial of yesterday's shame. but each look from your weary eyes smile that escapes from your mouth time your soft hands touch mine i look forward to today, when my mistakes turn to miracles that would lead me closer to you.

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i crave for your presence amidst the scents that **** me. you exhale a cloud of death and i inhale you. the nicotine hits i close my eyes the idea of you travels through my bloodstream. i am intoxicated by images of me giving you those marks on your neck. you moan in the pleasure of pain. smiling inside my eyes open i exhale reality you walk past me like smoke; i am ephemerally and eternally in love. i’d light another stick if it meant you’ll be with me because you’re a vice i cannot resist the smoke i cannot keep.

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Mar 30, 2017

Mar 30, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC

k-b

cigarettes

i crave for your presence amidst the scents that **** me. you exhale a cloud of death and i inhale you. the nicotine hits i close my eyes the idea of you travels through my bloodstream. i am intoxicated by images of me giving you those marks on your neck. you moan in the pleasure of pain. smiling inside my eyes open i exhale reality you walk past me like smoke; i am ephemerally and eternally in love. i’d light another stick if it meant you’ll be with me because you’re a vice i cannot resist the smoke i cannot keep.

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you’re my new neighbor. a new light creeps across your torso, slowly revealing itself with buttons released from the embrace of the holes of your polo. clothes become the clouds opening up to reveal the earth that is your skin— white, mixed with flesh yellow, the shadows highlight the tone of your God-sculpted abdomen. muscles rises and falls like hills forming a valley and the glass reflects my hands and their yearning to feel the rich nature. your house, the tree of knowledge; you, the apple. i can’t wait to sink my teeth on your body, tasting the fresh flesh of sin. i am naked. a realm of possibilities awaits. a new door opens.

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Mar 30, 2017

Mar 30, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC

k-b

the story of creation

you’re my new neighbor. a new light creeps across your torso, slowly revealing itself with buttons released from the embrace of the holes of your polo. clothes become the clouds opening up to reveal the earth that is your skin— white, mixed with flesh yellow, the shadows highlight the tone of your God-sculpted abdomen. muscles rises and falls like hills forming a valley and the glass reflects my hands and their yearning to feel the rich nature. your house, the tree of knowledge; you, the apple. i can’t wait to sink my teeth on your body, tasting the fresh flesh of sin. i am naked. a realm of possibilities awaits. a new door opens.

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I they say you give flowers on a whim. on a regular day, i would message you pictures of flowers i’d want to come from your own hands. but you stand on a platform. i sit still on a chair waiting for your orders. you are different from a regular tuesday. your usual pink button downs, they’re now just a pink shirt. you look just like us. stepping out from the door after i called you, the sun suddenly shone brighter. it illuminated your distressed jeans, glaring glasses, flawed face, awkward posture. you do not greet me with a pick-up line; but i can’t help but smile. oh, how easy is it to get you to come? how easy can i have you? II secrets can be made in public. we’d talk for a few more minutes, sitting down on the steps. we refuse to call it school. we are immoral. until you complain about the heat creeping up your skin the brighter sun feeling you. you hate it. i’d take the blame if it was for the sun only to make you stay. your bag now hangs on your right shoulder. you look back at me to see if i follow. i grab your wrist, breaking every rule there is. you continue to walk, not minding what’s pulling you back. when we get to the emergency stairwell, your right hand grasps the handrail, and my hands are still on your left wrist. i pull harder now. stay. you put more force to walking up. my hands slip from your wrist to your hand. i am taken aback, but i hold it, tighter. it’s not supposed to be like this. but if you give flowers like this, it is what it is.

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Mar 26, 2017

Mar 26, 2017 at 6:43 AM UTC

k-b

flowers

I they say you give flowers on a whim. on a regular day, i would message you pictures of flowers i’d want to come from your own hands. but you stand on a platform. i sit still on a chair waiting for your orders. you are different from a regular tuesday. your usual pink button downs, they’re now just a pink shirt. you look just like us. stepping out from the door after i called you, the sun suddenly shone brighter. it illuminated your distressed jeans, glaring glasses, flawed face, awkward posture. you do not greet me with a pick-up line; but i can’t help but smile. oh, how easy is it to get you to come? how easy can i have you? II secrets can be made in public. we’d talk for a few more minutes, sitting down on the steps. we refuse to call it school. we are immoral. until you complain about the heat creeping up your skin the brighter sun feeling you. you hate it. i’d take the blame if it was for the sun only to make you stay. your bag now hangs on your right shoulder. you look back at me to see if i follow. i grab your wrist, breaking every rule there is. you continue to walk, not minding what’s pulling you back. when we get to the emergency stairwell, your right hand grasps the handrail, and my hands are still on your left wrist. i pull harder now. stay. you put more force to walking up. my hands slip from your wrist to your hand. i am taken aback, but i hold it, tighter. it’s not supposed to be like this. but if you give flowers like this, it is what it is.

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let me run my fingers on those beads of sweat on your face make them mine and lighten those burdens you face let me fix your hair you’ve gone a hard day’s work thinking of nietzsche and heidegger and rest your head on my shoulder let me wash your body run the warm water on your skin and if the timing’s right i’ll leave a mark on your neck i have come a long way to touch you and longer to love. destiny may be wrong to make you love another, but i’ll be here. i’ll be here.

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Mar 24, 2017

Mar 24, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC

k-b

take care

let me run my fingers on those beads of sweat on your face make them mine and lighten those burdens you face let me fix your hair you’ve gone a hard day’s work thinking of nietzsche and heidegger and rest your head on my shoulder let me wash your body run the warm water on your skin and if the timing’s right i’ll leave a mark on your neck i have come a long way to touch you and longer to love. destiny may be wrong to make you love another, but i’ll be here. i’ll be here.

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you presented with your pink and white checkered shirt tucked in your worn out, distressed pants secured by a fake leather belt. one of the shoelaces on your sneakers was untied. with great confidence, your hands pointed at a white tarp and your mouth spoke of failed prowess in something you've never learned. i chose to love you that day. your eyes burned with passion, wanting to make sure each and everyone was on the same page but no minds are ever the same no hearts want to play. and even with their furrowed brows, you heeded to me seated at the far back of the room. i'd give you assurance, but the cold in the room set my mood to 25 degrees. i wish i understood what you said. so when your time is up, i find myself in front of you electrically begging to close the gap between us. instead, with a tap on the shoulder, a stroke on the cheek, i laugh at your face adding warmth to your uncertainty.

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Feb 16, 2017

Feb 16, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC

k-b

lēn

you presented with your pink and white checkered shirt tucked in your worn out, distressed pants secured by a fake leather belt. one of the shoelaces on your sneakers was untied. with great confidence, your hands pointed at a white tarp and your mouth spoke of failed prowess in something you've never learned. i chose to love you that day. your eyes burned with passion, wanting to make sure each and everyone was on the same page but no minds are ever the same no hearts want to play. and even with their furrowed brows, you heeded to me seated at the far back of the room. i'd give you assurance, but the cold in the room set my mood to 25 degrees. i wish i understood what you said. so when your time is up, i find myself in front of you electrically begging to close the gap between us. instead, with a tap on the shoulder, a stroke on the cheek, i laugh at your face adding warmth to your uncertainty.

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the sun on my window refuses to set overcast, still and raindrops from yesterday's drizzle remain wet. weather is still normal, unchanged as if i am in a photo and only i could move. though once the cigarette is lit, time starts passing again like an old friend leaving you slowly. if ever he comes back, i won't ask him to stay again because the world is cruel, i am beaten, and time's the only friend you want to leave to heal.

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Feb 4, 2017

Feb 4, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC

k-b

i think the world forgot me today

the sun on my window refuses to set overcast, still and raindrops from yesterday's drizzle remain wet. weather is still normal, unchanged as if i am in a photo and only i could move. though once the cigarette is lit, time starts passing again like an old friend leaving you slowly. if ever he comes back, i won't ask him to stay again because the world is cruel, i am beaten, and time's the only friend you want to leave to heal.

17

my hands are a clamshell open little beneath the blue around me I await the red to come to smother fill me Full because in this world where blues are cold our bodies are red and mine's waiting for you

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Feb 1, 2017

Feb 1, 2017 at 9:20 AM UTC

k-b

reds and blues

my hands are a clamshell open little beneath the blue around me I await the red to come to smother fill me Full because in this world where blues are cold our bodies are red and mine's waiting for you

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i can see you eye to eye but will i ever be the only one in your mind? i know your body inch by inch but will you ever crave for the touch of my hands? i know you never will you're a virus eating me whole, and whole again replacing my senses with yours only to find myself dead and lost in my own soul you are what i see in my shattered self broken but wanting always wanting you but i know i'll never be yours never was never am never will.

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Nov 8, 2016

Nov 8, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC

k-b

mirrors

i can see you eye to eye but will i ever be the only one in your mind? i know your body inch by inch but will you ever crave for the touch of my hands? i know you never will you're a virus eating me whole, and whole again replacing my senses with yours only to find myself dead and lost in my own soul you are what i see in my shattered self broken but wanting always wanting you but i know i'll never be yours never was never am never will.

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