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Mar 17 · 111
Musang Nagbabalik
Sa unang kislap ng apoy
hanggang sa maliit na baga

ang usok na mula sa dulo ng
pangako, ikaw ang nasa isip ko

hinithit ko ang usok,
pumikit

ibinuga. lumabas sa labi sa ilong
ang pangako, naging usok
at upos.
Filipino panitikan tula musa pangako usok apoy pagbabalik
Mar 17 · 325
Isang Gabi sa Buhay Nila
Ilatag mo na
ang bagong kutson
sa sahig ng malaking silid
na may kisameng
abot langit.

Ipaghehele ka ng ugong
ng nagdaraan
at bulong-bulungan
ng palabas na
ikaw ang minsang pinagmamasdan.

Ibulong mo ang iyong panalangin,
pasasalamat o paghihinagpis,
na nawa
sa pagsikat ng araw, magkatotoo na
ang panaginip.

Ilang beses ka na bang pumipikit nang iniisip na hindi na sana muling didilat pa?
Dec 2018 · 280
Words Unspoken
Dearest C,

I always thought my love
for my best love
should go recorded through
words.

Once I was a poet with words
so easy to strung. I was
writing letters and stories and poems about love to
people who did not love me back (or was I hoping
for a love greater than what was given?)

I always thought my words would suffice, and words do
melt hearts, shape minds and
chart uncertainties.

But I grew tired. When I met you
I was lost for words.
I was a writer
no longer and
my words are just plain.

But it was in you that I realized,
words sometimes have no meaning, that words were often left
unspoken. I was no longer a poet
but you loved me anyway.

Now, I wish to write you poems and letters and stories as a symbol of my thanks.

I miss you.

Always,

A
Apr 2017 · 716
Christine
I always like to say the name of the woman I
love. It makes me feel I am loving
their wholeness. Their flaws.

Everything.
Jan 2017 · 639
Real Art
For a very long time now,
I couldn't muster to write
a string of words. Even these don't even rhyme.
I have devoted myself to capture beauty in verses but
since I met you I've found my paper blank,
my pen futile.
I guess this is how it goes for one who's met real beauty,
real Art.
I cannot write anything
as nothing is more beautiful than the person right in front of me.
Nov 2016 · 632
Haiku 1118
Love me until the
faintest sound will be thunder
crying out my name.
I will do the same.
Oct 2016 · 8.8k
Agam-agam
Natatakot ka kung saan tayo dadalhin.
Natatakot ako kung hindi tayo makarating.

Hindi tayo makakarating kung hindi ka magpapadala.
Hindi tayo madadala kung di tayo makakarating.

Nakakatakot mabuhay sa takot, mahal ko.
Hawakan mo ang aking kamay, at tatalon na tayo

Palayo mula sa takot. Saan man tayo dalhin, kahit hindi makarating.
Para sa iyo, C.J.
Oct 2016 · 931
And there she goes again
And there she goes again
Hoping that this time it won't end
A lot of things going on through her mind
Wishing this will turn out more than fine

Like a little girl who's wearing her favorite dress
With him, she always feels at her best
Could this be what she's been waiting for?
Someone who'd care for her and so much more

C.J.
This poem is not mine but is dedicated solely for me. I am blessed to have her in my life.
Sep 2016 · 727
I have moved on but
here I am hurting
my self again.
Never again.
Aug 2016 · 869
My Poetry is My Witness
It has been a year.
Instead of forgetting you,
I've spent my time waiting for the day
you'll change your mind.

People asked me if
I've already moved on, and I knew
I've moved backwards.
Back to the time we were together.

I still miss you.
I still long for your kisses.
I still dream of Saturday afternoons.
I still wish for Sunday mornings,
of evening meals together,
of motorcycle rides to the countryside.

**I am still here.
My poetry is my witness.
I still love you.
Light flashes across
the night sky. Even the moon
hides behind the clouds.
May 2016 · 1.4k
After A Long While
I saw you
after a long while and
just like before, my heart skipped;
all the noise became a murmur,
I ate my words, gobbled up my phrases,
and I can't finish anythi
Mar 2016 · 849
Untitled
In your absence,
I have turned
sadness into longing,
longing into solitude,
and solitude into Art.
With this, I have known
what I am
missing. You.
Until we meet again, dear old friend.
Mar 2016 · 680
Thoughts
And around her the world spins;
just her, my et cetera, ever since.
Inspired by e.e. cummings's My Sweet Old Etcetera
Mar 2016 · 838
Looking
I've been looking, for you
are about to leave soon.
Time flies so fast and it seems
yesterday we were just as happy.
Our chests throb faster
when we are next to each other.

I was looking at you
for the last time. Before you leave,
please look at me, too.
My eyes yearn for your secret
glances and knowing smiles.
I'll remember you that way.

I am looking when you
looked at me, too.
The world shifted and
crumbled. Deep inside me
angels sang songs we only knew.
And then you looked away.

You never looked at me again
but I promise I'll always look for you.
Mar 2016 · 966
Haiku 302 - Flight
Please don't fly away
Because I might as well die
Trying to catch you.
Feb 2016 · 811
Haiku 223 - Please
Please remember, dear.
Please continue to love you.
Please spare the heartache.
From Bangkok with love~
Feb 2016 · 1.2k
I am the asymptote.
You are the curve.
This is the closest, and
farthest I'll ever be. With you
my life has been more than a system
of following rules and norms.
No matter how close or far we become,
you'll be charted in my mind forever --
Pictures, messages, letters, drawings, gifts, glances, smiles, laughter, and
memories. I'll always cherish
this part of my life, and
I'll never forget you, and
this imaginary  us.

I am the asymptote; you are the curve.
One day, maybe,
we'll bend the rules, and
defy gravity.
Come with me, and
let's head towards infinity
Feb 2016 · 1.0k
Valentine's Day
Why spend Valentine's Day
with bitterness? In your heart
there is a yearning. For love
grows deeper when suppressed. In your mind
being rational makes you sane
but afraid. For love
lingers if left unnoticed.
Spend today with laughter.
Spend today with glee.
Don't suppress that feeling.
Don't suppress that love.
Even if just for today,
give in. Fall completely.
Remind yourself. You are loved
even if just for today.
Happy Valentine's Day! ❤
Love.** Love conquers all.
Age. Time. Class. Geography.
Perhaps, *not for me.
Or maybe, I'm just afraid to fall in too deep.
Feb 2016 · 1.8k
Haiku 207 - Monsters
I still have to fight
the monsters inside your head;
sleep soundly tonight.
Feb 2016 · 1.3k
Don't Fall In Too Deep
Don't fall in too deep
I always tell my self
not to fall in too deep. For you
the world is an open pit where
Love is but a word used loosely
I've always tried to tread lightly.
I've memorised maps and terrains.
I know, however, it is inevitable
not to fall. For you
look down at me from a bridge
made out of cobwebs of the past
and promises of the future.
I look up to where you are
and imagine being there.
Not falling too deep.
I want to reach you.
Inch my way to reach you.
We can go to places. Pass time. Be safe. Or
talk to you about jumping.
Leave the world in awe.
Jump with me.
To this crevice.
Fall with me. Fall with me
*completely.
Feb 2016 · 946
I Like Your Hair
I like your hair
resting on your shoulders
like the weight of the world is absent,
and when the gentle breeze blows,
it simply moves in its direction.
I like how messy it is--
there is some kind of order in it,
and in this world where solitude
is a friend or a foe,
you give order and colour,
just like your hair.

I envy the boy who  first
brush your hair from your face
as you give in to love's first kiss,
or the gentleman who will see you comb it
after a midnight bath, from his bedside.
Or he, most of all, who will witness it turn to gray.

I'll always dream of you, and
your hair swaying by the breeze.
Thank you, for at least, this vivid imagery
is forever mine to keep.
Jan 2016 · 3.6k
Haiku 130 - Lonely Paramour
Every hotel room
makes me remember you,  dear,
lonely paramour.
Hotel Tropical, Ermita, Manila
Jan 2016 · 394
Haiku 124 -- Your Poetry
I so long to read
your words are a glimpse inside
your labyrinth mind.
Let me read your mind.
Jan 2016 · 825
I Just Sang a Song for You
I just sang a song
because of you. I cringed
a little,
cradled a broken part of me
in these arms where love
used to be nested.
I shed a tear
for you. I mend a little heartache.
Jan 2016 · 699
Missing You
I miss you
I get crazy waiting
for a call or a single text and
I wonder what you think of,
if I am a part of it,
even a tiny bit of it

Everywhere I look I see you --
an empty closet
a sad pillow
a half-eaten take out
notes and letters written years ago
paintings of what could have been
thoughts of jokes we only knew
But you left and went
missing. A part of my life
remembers you. Even if I can't
even say your name without feeling
strange about it.

When I was sleeping last night,
you called but
I was already in a dream, in a safe
place away from you.
I missed your call.
I miss you.
I missed you.
Babay.

Aalis na si tatay.

Bantayan niyo ang bahay.

Abangan niyo si nanay,

may pasalubong na alay --

isang halik na may laway!

Matagal siyang nawalay.

Umalis sa'ting bahay.

Nagbago ng buhay.

Naghanap ng karamay.

Sana'y di siya masanay

sa bago niyang buhay,

at umuwi na sa atin

bago pa'ko ilamay!
English Translation:

Bilin - Counsel

Goodbye
Father is leaving.
Take care of our shelter.
Wait for your mother,
with souvenirs for thy dearest --
warm hugs and kisses.
She's long separated.
She left us dejected.
She looked for another,
one who gives laughter.
Hope she won't get use to
her new life without you.
Pray she'd come home now
before my soul flew.


Bilin sa ating mga supling na sina Vlad at Vera. :)
(Counsel to our cats -- Vlad and Vera)
Jan 2016 · 604
Good Mo(u)rning
I remember you that early morn,
you were sleeping on our bed.
I had to wake you up. You were leaving me
but the bus taking you
home was going to leave you.
And so I took this last photograph of you
sleeping soundly on our bed
as though the world is a bubble
that even I cannot hurt you.
I cannot hurt you any more.

I took a bath under the dim lights of a candlestick.
The sound of the water gurgling on the tub would be my ally and foe
from then on. Every morning I hear it and I
remember; imagine you up there
in our room, on our bed
just before you left.

And so,
everyday I mourn
I mourn for you and I mourn for me
I mourn for the lost life and possibility.
I just want to wake up next to you once more.
Jan 2016 · 343
Haiku 113 - Your Words
If your star falls down,
you will find mine lying there
beside yours, sweet love.
These are your words.
Not mine.
I can't find you.
Jan 2016 · 525
You Live
In my memories,
on places we used to go to --
museum walls and cinema seats
cafe cups and restaurant platters
bus windows and train stations
hotel beds and motel sheets
motorcycle rides and fabulous bridges
condo lifts  and bedroom whispers
kitchen convos and shower sexes
midnight boat rides and stolen kisses


In my heart and mind you live, and
I hope, in time, you'll leave.
You live in, and you'll leave, my memory, dearest.
Jan 2016 · 489
Haiku 107
Things are changing fast,
and I'm here, simply waiting
for the sun to rise.
Dec 2015 · 1.4k
In Transit
You used to paint pictures
with me. You were always smiling
when the brush glides on paper
as the colours spread everywhere.

Patiently, you'd recreate every
bit and impression of reality,
and add a version of your own,
until the picture will be perfect
with magical meanings
only we would have known.

But patience is a virtue
your self never learned.
One day, you were snapping photographs,
capturing moments, developing pictures,
pasting collages -- a panorama of
life you chose.

For weeks and weeks on end,
I went to those places where we used to paint;
Time is such a mystery to have put distance in a memory.
I would trade my whole life just for you
to colour it again. Like old paintings,
bring back its vividness; restore it.

And now, I am on this bus.
In transit.
A gift-wrapped box inside my bag.
I am sending it to you personally.
Take pictures with it and
live a happy life.
I'm letting you go. Please set me free.
Dec 2015 · 1.2k
The Christmas Gift
I've had trouble wrapping Christmas gifts;
it has always been your job to do this ***** work.
I work to get the Christmas bonus,
we do the shopping,
you do the wrapping.
Plain as day.

But you left me, and I had to do all the work by myself. And so
I made a list of steps in the new skill I have mastered:

1. Unroll the gift wrapper. Spread it. Cover all bases. Never adore the design and adornments; it will be ripped anyway.

2.  Put the gift in the middle of the paper. Estimate how much paper are you willing to save or spend and waste.

3. Tape the ends. Put tape wherever. Don't try to hide the tapes. Secrets are meant to be revealed anyway. TIP: The more you put tape, the uglier your gift wrap will be. You think tapes will mend loose ends but it will simply destroy the aesthetic value of your gift.

4. Fold and tape. Tape and fold. Design it however you like. Origami the **** out of it. It will be destroyed anyway.

5. Put the gift card. Write with your best handwriting. With a smile swathed on your face. Add a dash of artificiality. No matter what you put here, this will not merit anything; It will not be read anyway.


Four Christmases you have been wrapping those gifts. Now that I have
wrapped some this year, I'm pretty sure why you've left. Plain as day.

*PS Wait for the gift I am sending you over. I wrapped it just for you.
Merry Christmas.
I keep making wrong decisions
chasing wrong people
for wrong reasons.

Perhaps
I have so much
love to give. People hope
I have none.

I have been chasing wrong
people. I want to know
who the right people are.
Dec 2015 · 550
Haiku 1207
Why do you have to
Why do you have to, tell me
Why do you have to?
Nov 2015 · 742
Moon
I don't know where to start
counting the days since you left.
Your love waned like the moon
hiding itself in the darkness;
its illusion accoladed by the stars
until your love vanished completely
as a new moon in the midnight.

I await the sun to break
the melancholy of the night sky
to give me a glint of hope
and a false idea of sustenance,
to nourish me in the morn
and burn me in the noontime.
To bring me to reality as it sets
the true colours of life,
the purple horizon and the orange haze
to the grim emptiness of the dark,
to find the new moon you've become.

I stand in this land of solitude
I stare at the sky every night

many moons have passed but
I continue to look for you, my love,
and wait for the moon to become full again.
Nov 2015 · 595
Deep
People say I am
deep. With emotions
astray, words with power,
in chaos. I am
deep for a lot has been taken.
My heart is an open pit --
it grows deeper
the more I give, the more you
take from it. You can
only fill me. With you
I'll be complete.
Nov 2015 · 3.7k
Haiku 1120 - Platonic
Having you around
is better than making you
a stranger once more.
Until we meet again, old friend.
You said I was
enough. Saying I was
meant you shouldn't have left.
How many times do our
cats call you every night?
They look for a person
on your bedside. I lie
to them saying you would
come back. One day,
they were missing you,
crying; it is also the sound of my heart
falling apart.
I felt sick. Picking up pieces
of myself, as futile as making a castle
in the sand, to be washed away by the waves.

And so I left home to
find solace in another's embrace.
Countless women I've met, used
to the unfamiliar cielings and
epiphany I have when morning came,
that her embrace is not yours,
your lips aren't the one
I kissed. The devil
must be so happy but
inside me I am empty.

Every passing day and night,
amidst all imperfect smiles, and
hollow moans and laughter,
I touch my chest
to look for
anyone in it. I miss
the cry of our cats.
Nov 2015 · 1.7k
My Art
has been reduced to a mere
facebook status, a tweet, or
a battle of  likes and followers
crumbling, succumbing to
the pressure of creating

something

Theodor and Max would be sad
mad about how i treat my self and
my Art, as industry and enterprise
would use me as a commodity and

the object of Art is objectified
Nov 2015 · 484
Haiku 1115
I could not ignore
the empty space in our bed;
the dawn is breaking.
Nov 2015 · 481
Every So Often
Every so often
I would just stare at our cat
just to check if she's breathing'
because I am afraid
it will suddenly stop.

For almost four years
never did I cease to believe in you
and our hope and dreams because
I trusted you
I loved you
You love me but
you suddenly stopped.

And so I observe
the rising and falling
of our cat's puny body
while she sleeps
I never wanted to leave things to fate
again.

Every night I lie awake and stare at
the making and becoming
of us in these old videos
while you probably sleep.
This melancholy and emptiness is something
I leave to fate.
Nov 2015 · 790
Dearest Prospero
Dearest Prospero,
I have seen how
the war have destroyed. Our marriage
was enough to keep me sane and
faithful. I am
now a mother from
a demon and a widow.
Prospero,
up the heavens
you must go. Find my son
and my soul out in the crevice of hell
before the gates shut close.
Prospero,
as I cradle him now in
my bloodied hands. Interrupted his spur to life.
And no longer
he cries. There little one… there.
Nov 2015 · 706
The Last Resort
In the
begin
ing I’ve
been
telling you that I am
not playing games any
more. I am older and wi
ser because I have my ex
perience to boast, my vita
brevis to flaunt. But like all
things, change happened as
I succumbed to your own con
ditions. I have been a mons
ter because of love. Someth
ing that I was not and never
thought I will be. But here I
am. I really am thinking no
w how to resolve this iss
ue. Just promise me that
you will do everything to
change. That will suffice.
Nov 2015 · 386
Lullaby
Under the faint moonlight
and the sweet song of the rain,
take away the sorrows,
fill with love the pain.
Be my sole redemption.
Be my heart again.
These words my dear affection
and else you shall obtain.
Sing me a sweet lullaby then
my world will all remain
with you.
Nov 2015 · 370
Here
On a hill overlooking the sea,
wild-flowers grow
with ambrosia and honey.
The breeze brushes
our cheeks. Touch
my hand clasped with yours in such
poignant confidence. As more than
a memory you’ll remain
here.
Nov 2015 · 390
Since This Sunset
In your dreams,

I’m waiting there;

to visit me,

to show me where.

That little throb

from your chest –

remove your fears

and begin our quest!

Wisdom and Faith,

it’ll be our strength

to surmount all

that Hades sent.

And then, one day,

we shall return

to the distant hill,

from where we learned.

But if in your dream’s

where we only meet,

please wake not

and forever sleep.

I’ll do the same

so never fret –

we’ll be together

since this sunset.
Nov 2015 · 310
Unsung Melody
The heat of the blazing sun  
will be nothing  
from the gentle breeze of  
your calm and soothing voice.  

The agitated sand and dirt, flying,  
will be pacified,  
from then, time shall freeze and so is  
all the noise.    

What shall remain are  
the tunes you play on your piano;  
the twinkling sound  
of youth, of exuberance,            
          for in every hill or sea,        
          every cloud, flower or tree,  
you shall be eternity --            
          every breath,            
          every scent,  

every note            
          of my unsung melody.
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