To revel in your presence,
a euphoric feeling...
But i'm afraid I'd smear it with
my stained hands of pessimism.
Still, there you are,
wiping them with yours
without touching
yet—
because you believe I was still
too frail.
Silence—
And we both see the pleasant sun
while we were in different
places,
and you know that last night
I curled up on my bed
with the weight of the moon
on my stomach.
So you told me you'll see me the next day
by the sun's gradual decline,
before the moon arrives
again.
Then week after week,
after week, and days, and weeks,
we'd talk in language
so cynical,
telling just how much
we want to be alone rather than
hurt and love.
And oh, the irony
of remembering rotting wounds
to forget
by putting them in your 20s jar and promising
that it'll be a reward,
and opening closed doors
just for me to close them again.
...until we don't want to be alone anymore.
Deciding that maybe, it isn't so bad
to not let a year pass
before risking
the frailty of each other's hearts
in each other's hands;
to wake up to our bodies
clinching
after enduring ****** sunsets and heavy nights.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 7:55 AM UTC
nakakatakot
na sarili'y kilalaning lubusan
dahil kasa-kasama'y pagkatao kong
maitim pa sa balahibo ng uwak;
dahil kaakibat nito'y
kausapin siya
at dinggin ang kanyang pakiusap
na siya'y isulat
kahit ayoko'y
ayoko na, ayoko na
ayoko na
ayokong isulat sadyang kataga
ngunit heto ako't sinulat pa rin siya
ayoko siyang pakinggan
ayoko na, ayoko na
ngunit heto ako't nagpatangay sa mga salita
naririnig ko aking mga sinusulat
malinaw pa sa'king mga mata
di kaya siguro nga'y mas mainam
kung siya nalang ang bahala?
baka nga kaya'y mas mainam
kung siya nalang ang bahala
kontrolin ang buhay kong tutal nama'y
lagi niyang pinapakialaman
siya nalang ang bahala
ayoko na, ayoko na
siya nalang ang bahala
kahit mapagpasiyahan pa niyang
mawala na kaming parehas
kung sa pagkawala sarili'y mahanap
at ayos lang ako ay malimutan ng lahat
naisulat ko naman siya.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
the store that never actually sells
but only gives if you'd ask
had finally closed.
not that money had been an issue
lady owner just finally felt resignation on her knees
missing driving at late night
without worrying about who might have broken
through the backdoor
as it always happens.
but that night before she could pick up her keys
someone by the front door stepped in.
bizarre, he didn't ask to get something
he came to give
flowers of a rare kind she fancies.
never did he asked for anything
except for coffee
but she only make black
and so she said apologies
afraid it's rude not to have milk
but the man only smiled and simply accepted it.
and since that night she didn't feel the need to leave anymore.
the store is still closed
but he is in
and everything she has to offer on display
of nothing really but insignificance are there
for him to see or to even pick up is up to him.
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC