someday
will you walk into
my room
lie on my bed and
stare at the ceiling i stare at
every night

smell the
mishmash of
stale perfumes
on my clothing

play my guitars
read my books
touch my walls
clutch the afghans
i made in your
tight fists

and
cry?

or will you think
that somebody
made a mistake
and that mistake
wasn't me
leaving
but was you
staying?

I'm an expert of this artifice,
A trickery, a disguise,
to let this mask remain
is a mental sacrifice.

I hide away every flaw,
taint my face with happiness,
it is a ruse
I over use, over abuse,
a bloodstream curse.

And so I keep them coming,
like my sanity isn't running,
I keep them there, under my nose,
won't let no one glimpse my woes

I puke smiles
but are they real?
I puke smiles
but is smiley how I feel?
Nobody willing to investigate,

I puke smiles
just to conceal,
I puke smiles;
they're your "happy" meal
and they're never up for debate.

We all have our secret hideaways, we all have our cures, and our bandage solutions, and we all have addictions.

You will eat to fill the hollow kindly provided by someone who's left you lying in bed at night, wondering why you weren't good enough, or maybe even just enough, to make them stay.

We all carry earbuds...more like soulbuds. Hello music, goodbye world, goodbye sorrow. We all break down, no matter how hard we hide it, no matter how well we can disguise it...eyes can't lie, but they sure can act.

And we all try to bandage our wounds, though we're the worst doctors. I puke smiles, you puke smiles, we ALL puke smiles...

but no one's meant them for a while.

Sa paningin ko'y ika'y parang santo
At ako nama'y parang g*go
Na palaging hinahanap ang mga ngiti sa mukha mo
Masulyapan ka lamang
Masaya na ako
Ngunit pagkatapos ay babalik din
ang sakit sa aking puso
Wala akong magawa kundi masaktan at magtiis
Kaya ako ngayo'y puno na lamang ng hinagpis
Oo late na ako, nasa piling ka na ngayon
Ng isang taong mahalaga rin sa buhay ko
Kaya kahit anong pilit ko
Hindi magkakaroon ng "tayo"

Sa simula pa lang hindi ko naman ginusto
Na muling tumibok ang aking puso
Dahil takot akong maranasan mo
Ang mga pagkukulang at sakit
Na sinapit ng taong dating minahal ko

Hindi ko naman sinasabing uulitin ko
Ang mga pagkakamaling iyon
Hindi lang mawaglit sa aking isip na
"Paano kung magkulang na naman ako?"

Teka, bakit ba ako nag-iisip pa?
E may mahal ka na namang iba
Sige, hanggang dito na lang ako
Titigil na ako, masaya naman na kayo
Tutal bawal naman "tayo"
Uupo na lang ako

this life tells me i have never known you before,
but your face is already an image i have seen,
your voice is a resounding song in my head,
your speech and your thoughts feel so familiar
as if i have already spent time talking to you
until the wee hours of the morning,
and our thoughts seem to connect and weave into fabric
as warm as the blankets that cover me at night.

it is strange, isn't it?
the way a stranger could feel so familiar?
i do not know why,
but i believe that we have met at some point in the past,
perhaps we already knew each other
when we were living previous lives
we cannot call ours at present.

but whether it is fate or coincidence,
i am glad our paths have crossed again.

you know,
my heart dropped when they were in the middle of their sentence,
because i knew where they were going,
but my heart couldn't bare to hear the rest

i've picked up the pace
i've seen the beauty of the world once again
in the faces of strangers
and in the grittiest places
i feel alive,
and i wonder how i could have possibly
stopped seeing life through rose colored glasses.
time and time again i fall in love with the world
when i feel it loving me,
and what a splendid feeling
to be young and alive,
what a wonder it is
to be alive!