Wouldn't it be nice.
If we died side by side.
Holding hands,
Your head next to mine.
Our ribs crushed together,
From a truck that hit us on the side.
Wouldn't it be nice
If they cremated us side by side
In the funeral pyre we built
With the heat of our own love.
Burning in a pit,
'Til we're charred and black inside.
Wouldn't it be nice
If they threw our ashes to the sea
Off a cliff,
Floating to the breeze.
Without a care,
Just like you and me.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If our souls drifted together.
Towards oblivion,
Hand-in-hand we'll leap.
Let's gravitate from this world,
Alone at last, just you and me.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
maliwanag ang aking paligid
ngunit ang isipan ko'y madilim
ang iyong tanglaw lang ang makakapigil
sa tuluyang muling pag-idlip
ng aking mga panalangin
ngunit palayo ka nang palayo
naghihingalo ang pagkutitap ng aking mga pag-asa
bumalik ka naman minsan
ipagpatuloy ang nasimulan
'wag mo akong iwanang
hinahabol ang aking hinga
sa iyong mga salita
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
i turn up the volume
on my ipod,
every time you're around,
so you can faintly hear
the mixtape i made
for you that you'll
never hear out loud.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC
the ocean pulls me closer
and drowns me in its currents
much like how you pulled me in
with your gaze and your words
and I drowned with every glimpse
and with every syllable.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
Have you ever thought
that we are the closest thing to the universe?
The universe is infinitely expanding
and is in a never ending flux of change.
We change constantly to a point
where we don’t resemble ourselves from a few years ago.
There is an uncountable amount of atoms within us
comparable to the infinitely many stars in the universe.
Stars break down, skin can be torn.
Stars are born, cells re-form.
We are as remarkable as the universe itself.
We are as mysterious, as miraculous, as breath-taking
to what was something that Greek philosophers said to be
"perfect and eternal".
We are the universe.
We are human.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
he started counting cigarettes
the way he did every other night
he counted them like flower petals
with "she loves me"
and "she loves me not"
throwing them afterwards
to the street below.
he started counting cigarettes
the way he did every other night
he counted them like flower petals
but he inhaled the smoke
of the burning petals
and she filled his lungs
and lingered there
for what felt like years.
he started counting cigarettes
the way he did every other night
keeping in mind the seconds
he lost with each stick
he banged his head
against his fist
and cried apologetically.
he started counting cigarettes
the way he did every other night
but, today,
he thought he should stop
but he couldn't help it
it was the only thing left
that reminded him of her -
her nicotine lips
and her warm glow.
he started counting cigarettes
the way he did every other night
he tried to count the times
he said he'd forget
or he said he'd move on
he took another drag,
flicked it to the air,
and said,
"that's it for today."
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC