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1.6k · Jul 2019
Ngayong Gabi
あき Jul 2019
Ngayong gabi'y tutulo ang mga luha,
Iniluwa ng gabi, gaya ng pag saklob sa mga dukha,
Ikaw na nakahandusay, at trinaydor ng dilim,
Asan na si Lando na may hawak na patalim?

Ngayong gabi'y dadanak ang luha,
Gaya ng pag humuho ng mga katawang
Binusabos ng sangkahayupang
Tinatawag niyong pulisan.

At bukas pag sikat ng araw,
Itong pagtangis ay mapapalitan ng uhaw
Sa dugo't hustisya para sa bayang
Pinapatay dahil "nanlalaban".
Rage against my fascist president and the society of onlookers inspired me to gather my thoughts and spill these words that cry justice.

Tama na, sobra na.
378 · Jul 2019
Inaantok na
あき Jul 2019
Ilang gabi ring napuyat at nagbakasakali
Na ako'y iyong kakausapin tulad ng dati
Umaasang ang 'Goodnight' mo'y magbubunga
Ng pang-uusisa gaya ng 'Kumusta ka na?'

Pero marahil ay nakatulog ka na
Kaya siguro nanahimik ka
'di bale, ako'y inaantok na rin naman na
Pero bago matulog, iisang sulyap pa.
Itulog mo na.
222 · Jun 2019
Episode
あき Jun 2019
Heralded by ominous trills,
When Day came knocking,
I held my breath and stood still,
Because silence chases everything away
And the one I wasn't counting on to stay
Held my hand, and took me back
My friend has, yet again, taken me
Back to bed.
207 · Jul 2019
The Misunderstood
あき Jul 2019
His posture's poor, eyes alight
Disposition awkward, nobody can understand
trouble he stirs, he brings forth a fight
His glinting eyes scrutinizes the world, dull and bland.

Lightly he walks, as free as the wind
An air he can be, yet earthquakes he shall bring
His intentions are unknown, his presence enigmatic
His sentiments are mirrored by his sling.

That poor frustrated soul has always been alone
He's free, and yet he's on his own
But he shall live, yes, he shall be
Away from the society's eyes that cannot see.
160 · Jul 2019
Escape
あき Jul 2019
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.
Reminiscing my commute home in my first job
147 · Jul 2019
Split Second
あき Jul 2019
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.
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