Jamela Jul 15

Past East Street, farther than the Parkway drive
Where the trodden path ends; where ends the 8 to 5,
Where the strained eyes close, where the dreamers thrive,
In its 5ft. glory lies my lair, The Hive.

An oxymoron, the contradiction
Where else shall you cease, to exist?
To be shackled, and freed?
If not on your bed, but in your head?

Thus, on a pulpy heavenly plate,
Neck up; so to goes my crown, my glory
The what ifs and the would be;
Along with the ayes and nays to bury
To traverse the beyond to inifinity
To, and remain sedate
Amidst the activity.

Jamela Jul 9

Sinungaling ako.
Mula sa maamo kong pagmumukha, hanggang sa mga salitang nililikha para kayo'y makasalamuha.

Sinungaling ako.
Sa tuwing tatanggi ako, kadalasan tinataguan ko lang kayo.
Magkita tayo? ‘di pwede, biglaan masyado, magplano na lang tayo.
Bukas? HA? Eh, Hindi ako pwede nun, mag-aaral ako.
Psh, mag-aaral ba kamo? Haha, malamang ay uubusin ko lang ang oras na nakatulala doon sa pako ng pinto.

Sinungaling ako.
Sa totoo lang, eh, gusto ko mapag-isa, tangina, lubayan mo ako
Ang gusto ko lang ay magkulong sa madilim kong kwarto
Ibaon ang bumabagabag sa isipan kong magulo, at ginugulo
Katahimikan lang naman ang gusto ko
Kaya, please lang, lubayan niyo ako

Ang kaso nga lang, eh, sinungaling ako.
Ganiyan na lang ba sa'yo kadali ang iwan ako?
Kung sa bagay, ano nga bang alam mo?
Hindi naman ikaw ‘tong napupuyat, iyong naalimpungatan sa kalagitnaan ng gabi, at gumigising ng may kirot sa dibdib.
Hindi naman ikaw iyong pilit na nagkukungyari, ngumingiti, at tumatawa na parang may sanib.
Hindi naman ikaw iyong pag gising na pag gising ay ngarag
Hindi naman ikaw iyong sinasabihan nilang sabaw, o bangag
Hindi naman ikaw ang nalulunod, natutulala, natatameme sa mga lumipas at nagaganap.
Hindi naman ikaw itong lumilipad ang diwa sa alapaap
Oo, hindi naman ikaw iyong hirap gumalaw para salubungin ang bawat araw
Oo, hindi naman ikaw ang hindi maka-sabay sa sayaw
Hindi nga ikaw

Kaya naiintindihan ko kung piliin mong lumisan
Naiintindihan ko kung hindi kita maaasahan
Alam ko namang wala kang maimumungkahing ibang paraan,
Manatili ka man, hindi mo rin ako mapapatahan
Pero kung aalis ka, huwag iyong dahan-dahan
Huwag mo akong ibitin sa kawalan
Iwan mo man ako, dapat iyong biglaan
Para hindi ako masyadong magdamdam
Ika nga nila, ang makataong pagpatay ay ginagawa ng mabilisan

Sige, humayo ka, at iwan mo ang lahat ng ito.
Pero sana, sana... tandaan mong sinungaling ako.

Samantala, magkunwari pa tayo, baka sakaling magka totoo.

Jamela Jul 9

At that point where uncertainty and hope intersect,

Where I first laid my eyes on you; where your smile found mine,

Uncertain of what we are-
what we’ll become…
That was when I let go of you.

When I sat by you, and the words were endless

You were raw, and I’ve come to know you more than your name

And we spoke in silence.

And in silence we struggled.

You probably knew even then
That I was always preparing
To forget you,

And that was how I lost you.

Chronicles of JB.
Jamela Jul 2

Forget the screech, the sharp turn, the shatter
Forget the park, or any for that matter
For now we are weightless, suspended in ether
This, right now, is forever.

I always thought them black, your eyes
Sometimes shrouded in mystery and ice,
But under the moon, the stars, and the skies
I see shades of brown, warm in age and wise.

Strange that I remember the then and now,
The way you nag, and the arch of your brow
Your laughter that echoes, as well as our vow,
All the way here, where we take our bow.

Your arms outstretched, reaching a bit more,
I'll never leave you, I know, I swore
That's right, go on, just before we hit the floor
I promise to hold your hand and never let go.

Never have I ever seen you this clear,
Close your eyes, my love, my dear;
And, when you open them, douse your fear,
Do not fret, forever is here.

Jamela Jun 26

How to appease your restless mind,
Thoughts apiece, in troubles they find?

As if on cue, your insides churn.
As it dawns on you
That bridges, they burn;
Backs, they turn.
That, lifelines can be so few
When your debts are due.

What fiction without friction,
in my diction
that covers the stutters,
to thy heart, can I whisper?

Indeed, strange is the Real.
To be is to feel,
Hence, the lost appeal.
To her, and to him;
To you, and sometimes to me.

How to hold your trembling hands?
Can warmth seep through the clay and sand?

Because;
Bridges be gone,
You can travel in stilts,
And sometimes backs,
Are also built,
To be relied upon.

How to make you see that you still have me?
Set them free, let them be.

Come on, bite the bait.
White flash, flush, be a blank slate.

Forget. And begotten.

Jamela Jun 26

Para nang pagbulong ko sa kawalan ng mga hangarin, pangarap, guni-guni, pagnanasa kong inaasam,

Parang isang ctrl + Z, kisapmata, natapos sa pamumuko dahil sa isang segundo ng pag-agam-agam;

Babalik, aatras, gagawa, sisira, susulong, uurong, bubugso, ikakalma at mananatiling tahimik.

Mga salitang nangungusap nakabinbin sa aking mga labi, nagsusumigaw sa kabila ng paligid na nalunod sa lamikmik;

Mga mata'y nagsusumamong ibalik ang pagtingin, gumawi sa direksyon ko, humihiyaw ng, “Utang na loob, pansinin mo naman ako!”

Ngunit ako’y duwag, sapagkat ako si Buencamino, umiibig sa’yo nang hindi kaya isugal ang lahat.

Bayani nang maituturing kung sa likuran mo man ay makapagtapat.

Isang kaparakan ang sasambitin sa tuwing ika’y kakausapin,

At dahil mangmang ka, ika’y malilinlang,

At dahil manhid ka, ika’y lalayo,

Ngunit ako’y naka-kawit sa iyo.

Ipagtatabuyan kita, para muling habulin;

Mumurahin, para lamang suyuin;

Kamumuhian, at mamahalin

Nang hindi mo nalalaman, o kailanma’y malalaman.

Inaamin kong ako ma’y traydor sa aking nararamdaman,

Hanggang sa huli’y sarili ang aking pipiliin,

At sa huli’y ika’y pakakawalan.

Celebrating my heritage by writing a poem about my cowardice in loving someone. LOL
Jamela Mar 2013

My mind is young, and judgment's hasty
My wits are blurred, for adventures I am thirsty
Where there is risk, I am bound to go
To the fangs of danger, my life I bestow

I play all games except for one,
Even my gambling nature, to this, bets none
My playful soul can get serious once,
Because the game called Life needs assurance.

Coward I am, nothing could be done
I am a human who fears the games that cannot be won
Puny they may seem, but my doubts are sincere
Yes, I am scared for the one I hold dear.
¬ J.B.

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