malakas na halakhak
namumulang mga pisngi
sa sulok ng utak
ay may nagsasabing
ang luha rin
ay babagsak
ano mang sandali
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
And then her screams
began to sound
like sirens
but no one seems
to hear them.
There were no walls
thicker than her temples.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
Small bumps on the road,
the orange light from the street lamps glow
like a midnight sun
and I fell in love with the girl beside me,
sleepy and lovely
with a scar underneath her chin -
a childhood souvenir because
she could never stay still;
her hair free and wild
like her.
And I'm looking at her,
feeling the cold wind on my face
though I've never felt this warm.
Stupid and spirited,
I know I will give her name as the answer
when years from now a child asks me
about my youth.
Old man Bukowski said:
The flesh covers the bones
and they put a mind in there
and sometimes a soul..
I believe God
poured and poured
all the glorious things on her
and gave her a hand-made heart of gold.
And maybe this isn't going to end well
and well, all of this is forbidden,
like the apple
but still sweet
so never mind the toothache
or the possible heartbreak.
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
she dropped on the ground
like a comet landing on earth,
her band-aided knees
kissing the floor.
i saw god, she said.
i saw god.
why the ****** hands then, i asked.
i punched the mirror, she said.
i punched the mirror.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
guilt tied itself
around my wrist
like a red balloon
don't tell me this
is the gist
it follows me around
north, east, south
and westbound
an unmissable reminder
of what i have done
see, it's all just a rerun
a **** show or a gag show
it's been so long since
i last saw a rainbow
a red balloon
friend, it's just air
but it's so heavy
and let me tell you
it has never been easy
so i guess maybe
the walls crack
because sometimes what
they hear
is just too much
to bear
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
looking at the church under the nights eyes
hoping these simple prayers will suffice
searching for god through dark times
and i'm running out of rhymes
my brain is just filled with apologies
standing in the corner with my desperate pleas
it's just a simple yes or no
where do all my unanswered prayers go
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
the hollow between her neck and shoulders,
deep like holy water stoup,
has always been sacred to me.
i was sixteen then, foolish and in love.
i wrote her name on every piece of paper
i could find and kept her in my pocket,
showed her what the world looked like in my eyes.
she had something in her, that girl.
perhaps a cross between a crazed butcher and a catholic school kid.
with her you can never tell.
for a brief moment she let me know what heaven tastes like--
she kissed me by the pool and i lost my head.
time flew like manic Icarus.
suddenly, as abrupt as somebody braking hard, it was all over.
four years later and i'm still looking for my sanity.
after her
every mouth i kiss
just tastes like chlorine.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
some days
it just starts to feel
like the girl has finally decided
to pack her bags and leave your mind
but
eleven haircuts
and many moons later,
you will feel as though she's throwing right hooks
straight to your heart,
laughing at you for ever thinking that you can get rid of her
any time soon.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 8:12 AM UTC
And I sat on his front porch,
watched the sun and the stars
appear and disappear.
I kept tapping on his window,
I kept knocking on his door.
I peaked through the glass
and saw his hair grew longer
but he still takes his coffee black,
he still leaves the big light on when he sleeps.
He still puts on his left sock first
and still plays the same Cigarettes After *** vinyl
when he writes.
He still hangs his ***** clothes on that three-legged chair,
still hates the smell of wine
and still smiles sideways.
Mother says my best quality is patience
and so I sat on his front porch,
watched the sun and the stars
appear and disappear.
I kept tapping on his window,
I kept knocking on his door.
I kept asking for my heart back
but of course
he still plays his music too loud.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 12:01 AM UTC
save more money
by not throwing so much ****
into wishing wells for something
that you already know will never happen.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 7:21 AM UTC