if the stars are falling,

we collect it like it’s all ours,

Putting it in a glass bottle like fireflies,

to spark light to where it isn’t

to be vanished when it’s morning

their ignite has gone,

by opening the lid

you’ve seen the welts,

on the inlet of your wrist,

to leave mark to where it shoudn’t

to not be vanished when you’re mourning

Kung papasukin mo ang isip ko, mapupunta ka sa isang kwarto na punong puno ng punit na papel ng siphayo at kabiguan- ‘di matapus-tapos na kwento natin, mga salitang gusto kong sabihin pero ‘di ko masabi, mga dapat kong ginawa pero natakot ako. Nangyari ang nangyari dahil tumigil tayo. Paano kung ‘di tayo tumigil? bakit tayo naging ulan na kapag may kulog at kidlat doon lang bubuhos? Babagsak sa bubong ng pangako. Paano kung hindi natin nilagyan ng bubong ang mga pangako? Paano kung hinayaan na lang natin makita ang ulap at araw?

Imagine the rain pauses
before pelting the tattered ground,
displaying its cold silver droplets
like hanging Christmas *****
creating a firmament of paradise
it's so beautiful that it hurts

then it pours,
as if the ocean marries the land,
leaving the sky with scars and sorrow
how does the rain stop if it means loving?
the symphony of the raindrops falling
paints the window of busy buses, city cars,
and my patio---the things we always cling to

It was a cold saturday night
turned sour like a glass of milk left overnight,
when my bestfriend came back from outside
he was with his earphones on playing his fave song called Mr Brightside
I couldn’t fathom what running in his mind
But i knew in his eyes
decayed roots growing and ocean has become bleak
“Where were you?” i asked even i knew the answer
“ I just had to roam around this city that doesn’t remember our name so I can leave.” He said
All but fear was rising
I was weak before he left.

It is, for me, the best remedy
of preoccupied minds
in expected rain of Saturday morning,
my hands wrap around the bowl
makes me feel present but nostalgic
whilst ruminating the days that will come
and the things that will never come