she get suffocated
by her own thoughts,
drowning into
melancholic waves,
gripped by her self doubts

the demons feasting
her soul,
she's choking in sobs,
heart deflating,

voices speaks during
her weakest hours,
she might give in
and be their prey

I'd like to tell you
the story of the eyes
that changed my world.

It wasn't hazel but instead
it was sunken bloodshot eyes.
His eyes were heavy-lidded and
fringed with incredibly long lashes.

It was deep and empty yet
it was penetrating my soul.
Invitingly mysterious and all
I could think of the first time
I laid my eyes on it,
I was love-struck.

It was restless yet it
makes me breathless.
Allured by a round burning
brown-eyed.
I for sure was bewitched by
his unusual ***** of sight.

I was lost in a hollow
passage of his soul.
The colors that are painted
beneath his eyelids was full of
sorrows and chaos.
They are beautiful but
it was cold and dark in it.

It carries his heart and
draws everything in it.
It captures all that I am
and makes me see things
some can't.

A hurricane in his eyes yet
it laid my nerves calm.
A very familiar and miraculous
jellylike pair in a bony orbit.
It harbor the lonely skies,
enigmatic as the universe
itself.

His eyes were unconquerable.
You get lost and you get found.

Tuwing dapit hapon nagsisimulang umalingawngaw ang mga tinig.

Mga alitaptap ay nangingimasok sa mga bukas na sugat.

Maaligasgas na mga tunog ay maririnig sa duguang trumpeta.

Hindi mawari ang pagsilay ng buwan sa mga matang nakapikit ngunit nakatingin.

Pagiyak ng punong kahoy sa pagkabali sa bagyo ng mga pasanin ay siyang namamayani sa gitna ng gabi.

Ang bawat pagpunit ay kasabay ng pagikli ng mga pahina.

Kumpas ng orasan sa takipsilim naghahayag ng taglagas nang kaunting saya sa isang linggong kalumbayan.

Papatayin ng unti unti at iiwang sugatan ng mga pangungusap na hindi maawat.

Mapagkunwaring uwak na suwail sa hangin ay hindi na makalilipad.

Ang pagwawagi ay bihira lamang.