I shove another pill down my throat
And drink it down with wine

It makes my head fuzzy
And my face warm

But it will make me sleep more
and think of you less

Because you, my dear,
made several nights cry with me

For that night was young
and i thought it was ours

I am my own garden
Wildflowers grow on me

But he came along,
He didn't dig holes but graves
Then you came along,
You didn't plant a single kind but plenty

I let you water my plants
But as they begin to sprout
You drowned and burried them
Under the graves he made

I am my own garden and
I will start digging holes

I am my own garden and
I will start planting seeds

I am my own garden and
I will not expect anyone
to water my flowers for me

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

Walang salitang “sayang”

Hindi tayo sayang,
Dahil may mga panahon na tayo lang ang nakakaintindi sa isat-isa.
Hindi alintana ang alingawngaw na dala ng lipunan,
Mga bibig na hindi magkamayan sa pagtutol.

Hindi sayang ang mga panahong sabay nating tinahak ang mundo
imbes pakanan ang ikot ay mas pinili natin ang pakaliwa.

Hindi natin nasayang ang mga oras ng katahimikan,
dahil sabay natin itong sinalin sa musika at sabay nating sinayaw ang tugtog ng ating mga puso.

Sabay nating niyakap ang kahinaan ng bawat isa,
nagsilbi tayong lakas na kayang pumawi ng panghihinang hatid ng mga mapangahas na hamon.

Walang lakad na nasayang,
dahil sabay nating hinakbang ang ating mga paa patungo sa di malamang dito, doon, d’yan at kung saan man.

Walang takot na naramdaman dahil sabay nating sinilip ang kung anong merong hatid ang kabilang daigdig.

Walang sayang,
Kahit sabay nating kinumpas ang ating mga kamay upang magpaalam.

Walang sayang.

Dahil sa mga oras na iyon alam natin,
ang kabilang mundo ay pansamantala lamang.

Alam natin na ang mundo ay iikot muli sa atin,
at sa pangalawang pagkakataon.

Magtatagpo tayong muli,

Hanggang sa susunod nating pagkikita.

Paalam. ­­­­

I am aware that you are an ocean, an ocean with its endless mysteries; I wouldn't mind swimming into your deepest depths.
I want to unveil your mysteries; I want to know you.
I want your summers, your calm, your storms, your darkness.
Let me be your shore; the place where you crash, break, ruin.
Yet again let me help you build yourself up, stronger, mightier, tougher.

Let me inside your abyss where you hide your destructions, where you let no one in.
Let me love your darkness the way you never thought anyone ever would.
Bring on your most destructive tsunamis and watch me stay for I wouldn't mind drowning if that means I could hold your hand for the last time.
Bring on your strongest storms, I wouldn't mind.
I will always choose to stay.

You may see yourself as a mess but you are my favorite mess.
You are worth the trouble.
The chaos doesn't seem so bad whenever you hold me in your arms.
Yes, bring on your disasters.
Love, you are worth the chaos.