ronald-ryan-carrasca
Filipino
My aura glows of blessedness / But also takes the shade of damnation. / My faithful soul is of hard diamond / And my rebel heart of stubborn gold. / Call me the piece of sky and its mystic and pride, / Call me the bit of earth and its abundance and filth. / Behold the bright lights of May, I am their promise. / Gaze upon the gloomy shadows of November, I am their curse. / I gave flesh to the perfection of every word, / But also the embodiment of their abomination. / Angels are my incessant saviors / While demons are my devoted admirers. / I am yesterday's blueprint / And the ruins of tomorrow.
The times when you know which elevator will open,
The moment you can guess what's inside the box
And those days when you know what color he will wear.
Some amusing talent of sort.
You also wish you can read his mind
Or feel what is in his heart
But all you are left with is mist.
So you chose to tap the shadows
Embrace the darkness within.
For a moment you don't feel powerless.
Tempt all danger and pleasures hidden away.
And then let it leave you sore and numb
So you won't wait for the morning
And sleep off all those cravings to know him.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
Torn between the need to commmunicate and the need to hide;
The desire to go on and the desire to forget.
Yet I search for you in other people's skin.
Piercing every kiss,
Dismantling every touch.
And if they only read me, they'll find you printed all over me and under me.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:30 AM UTC
Goodbye Mr.Grey
It's the end of your day.
Even this ice cream can't console me
I want to go where you'll be.
It reminds me of cotton clouds and you.
I look at the flavor and it says Tiramisu.
I know it means "Pick me up."
But for me it sounded more like "I miss you."
**** the heart so into you.
It just won't give up.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
I just make excuses sometimes
To have the chance to let it be known what you meant.
But you outsmart me with a better excuse.
You might have no idea or care to what length I go through
Or how you fill my sleeping and waking hours.
Whatever the case it does not seem to matter now.
And maybe I should not even feel this way.
However, no reason can outweigh what I feel now
For it is weighing me down.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
I want to smile again because of you,
Just a little more please.
How I wish we can wear a scar when we're happy
Like when we get wounded.
Happiness is a fragile thing
We need a reminder that we once were.
And I wish I could wear my heart on my sleeve
To let you know I love you
So I don't have to make excuses.
If only I can change my colors
And let you know it is true.
In a world afraid of shadows
Maybe we can appreciate our real shade.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
Sleepless afternoon in Manila
Staring at this metallic blue sky
Enduring this crazy heat
Thinking of you and you.
One has gone to dreamland
While the other lost in his books.
Right now I can't follow either one
I'm pinned down here
But my thoughts are wandering
And I can't find where my heart ends and begins.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
My hands are cold,
They were made to be held by yours.
My body is warm,
It was made to lit yours.
Your eyes are clear
They were made to make things perfect.
My eyes are misty
They were made to see the good in you.
Right now I don't want to care about the world.
I only want to care for you.
But I find myself alone here,
Yet neither one of us asked for this.
I only know that above all things I hoped for
I actually wished for someone like you
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
Sometimes I envy those earphones.
They got the freedom to sing to you.
How intimate a whisper can be?
As there are lyrics in my heart
Still seeking the right notes.
How can your footsteps be so comforting?
Your whistle the sound I miss in silence.
Your voice like milk poured in a glass
And your laughter like the gentle rain in summer.
Every sound of you I memorized
But will you ever hear me?
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
There must be more wisdom
Caressing your tiny white hairs
Than to care who is right or wrong
Or argue about who makes excuses or truths.
I'd rather trace the map of your past
On your unshaved face or wrinkled forehead
Than to guess the answers
In your wordplays or wordwars.
I think it is better to enjoy your food
Than think about how your belly got bigger.
I still find something **** in your dancing steps,
In your silent smile or whispered words.
I would rather imagine your arms around me
Than your absence on my weekends or my tomorrows.
But I also enjoy the safe distance when our eyes meet
Or the dangerous proximity smelling your presence.
I got pictures in my head of your romanticized image.
Memorized by my heart beating louder than your colorful watches.
Why should I think about possibilities of regret?
When I can just follow my bliss here with you.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
His eyes drank too much starlight looking skyward.
But it was not enough to blind him of his shadow.
The stark background to a glittery dream.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC