i'm still searching for you
in spaces and places
in crevices and in-betweens
making sense of the air that i breathe
and the emotion that i feel
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
bughaw, tulad ng iyong sining
sa bawat salita ay nanginginig,
natataranta kada tumitindig
isipa'y nasa alapaap tuwing
awit ng giliw ay naririnig
luntian, tulad ng iyong
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC
The loud shatter of silence
dissipated into space
into time being and now
Consumed by your eyes
or just your lingering presence
/ s i l e n c e /
There's just something about you
that leaves me oh so blue
(blue as the desolate ocean;
blue as the tranquil skies)
Idled soul like the hands of vanity
Now wrinkled with so much profanity
The stars aligned with your eyes
glimmering with doubt and lust
And still, still, my love
my question remains.
Why disturb my quiet?
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
Gusto kita.
Gusto kita, pero hindi maari
Hindi ka puwede maging parte ng oras ko
Na ika'y ilalagay ko sa unahan
ng mahabang listahan
Ng mga taong mahalaga
Dahil importante ka man sa akin,
Ika'y hindi sapat
Para isakripisyo ko ang lahat
Sapagkat ika'y natatanging gusto lamang.
Gusto kita.
Gusto kita, ngunit hindi ko alam.
Hindi ko maiposisyon ang sarili ko
Sa dami ng panahon, oras, at tao,
Sa halo-halong emosyon at salita,
Sa kinalalagyan at kawalan,
At sa mga napakababaw na dahilan
Sapagkat ako'y natatanging gusto lamang.
Gusto kita.
Gusto kita, subalit ako'y pana-panahon lang,
Nandiyan kapag kailangan mo
Kapag ika'y nalulunkot at nalulumbay
Na parang ang mundo'y kinakalaban
Ang puso **** duwag
Pero tumitigil lumaban kapag
Hindi na kailangan
Sapagkat ako'y natatanging gusto lamang.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
oh honey,
i'm having trouble breathing
as the tears mix up with sweat
and the ragged breaths won't rest
i'm still trapped in this purgatory
between forgiveness and regret
or maybe
just disgust and resentment
when will this waiting
ever end?
it all started with
a night of poetry and music
between artists and lovers,
making music and art
like they do when making love
speaking in tongues and lust
even angst from their lungs
but i was with him
all through the night
when i knew
all i wanted was
to be with you
oh if you only knew
this silence leaves me blue
between lingering breaths
and cigarette smoke
i still yearn to be with you
so maybe it was the
excessive alcohol or ******** poetry
or maybe the live music
blended together in loneliness
and yearning
or is it the blank statement
against the white wall?
but this confusing as ****
my thoughts were swimming
in beer, nothing more
and at the very back of it
was you sleeping
but subconscious tried to
wake you up
poke you with what ifs
and what nots
i pulled out my phone
and let my loneliness overcome
didn't know it was wrong
like dominoes they all fall
one by one
realization built a spark
as my conscious came apart
tore my heart out the next day
i used the aftermath's blood
to write you an apology
filled with regret and dismay
29 hours after
i used my crafted letters
to sincerly construct
a sorry
but you said to wait,
until the demons go
until you find yourself
at peace whenever
you look at me
and i did. i did wait.
amidst the confusion and regret,
i'm still waiting for you
to rip my walls down
and envelop me in
your arms
but purgatory's version
of a painful torture is
in the mind games,
after all
setting up fires
that can burn you alive
keep in mind
what my mother used
to say about flames,
"don't set yourself
on fire
to keep the others
warm."
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
i've always admired
how a blank white wall
looked back into my eyes
how it reflects as
pure, whole, pristine
into my deep dark eyes
how it pulls out
another set of trigger
into my soul
about how it makes
so much sense
my mind is white
blank
plain
dull
until you set
this explosion of colors
with little time-bombs
e v e r y w h e r e
as if these hues
represent
the way we are,
or more importantly,
the way we're not
how these reds
that should indicate
passion
love
lust
***
impulse
but they won't
cover up
the whites
instead they wash away
like water
against these blank walls
as if
your love for me
was never real anyway
as if i was nothing
to be lost
to be thrown away
as if the greens blues oranges
can stay
but you were yellow
you covered up
so much space
so much time
as if it symbolizes
your impact on me
how i cannot forget
this rendezvous we have
once or twice
or just whenever
you feel like
how can you not
forgive me?
i never forgiven myself either.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
I am quite certain that
the earth isn't flat,
all the roses will wilt,
voices lose their lilt,
reds and yellows will fade,
in time, every shade
and you will never know
when they come and go
but have a little faith
for things can be great
know that a girl like you
can be a treasure too
this friendship is a gift
no one else can lift
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
the perfect mistake
doesn't come into your life
as an ugly thing
oh darling, it's like
warm fire on a cold winter
heating up your skin
it's like finding this
oasis in the desert
quenching up your thirst
it even comes as
human presence on sadness
candle in the dark
the perfect mistake
never regrets hurting you
and will eat you whole
it's thought-consuming
like a passionate first kiss
creating daydreams
fulfilling wishes
like shooting stars in the sky
or is it your eyes?
comes as a surprise
the kind that leaves you breathless
filling the spaces
the perfect mistake
won't come with horns and tail but
as this boy you like
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
look into my eyes, everest boy
with your little grin, oh so coy
for every thing that you can destroy,
it's me that you choose enjoy
tell me how fire and ice coexist
from the same supple lips i kissed
in your words that i can't resist,
and in your tongue i choose to desist
hands like spiders crawling on my thighs
creeping up my skin oh so high
leaving a trail of endless sighs
just as spring bids the snow goodbye
roses start to bloom around my spine
vivid hues blend to form a sign
petals forming an intricate line
while pain grows through each thorn and vine
oh everest boy, tell me your fears
for with you, i'm always all ears
even if it takes a million years
i'd like to see your sincerest tears
a potion of pleasure and regret,
a concoction of thrill and fret
too late to say we only just met,
too early that i won't forget
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC