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Aj Cuntapay Sep 2016
You! The center of solar system, main source energy of living and non-living, consumed great heat, considered the brightest of all stars, I summon not you but your power. As the earth rotates and revolves around you, dividing night and day, in the land where your light casts on the east, showing its glory, I implore you - shed not just your light but also your heat. Hearing me pleading you, your eyebrows if you have will surely raise for my sudden approach, as the rooster clucks, in the air so still and wet. But you, from afar we can feel you, even to the moon you have shared yourself, wondering why I called in this time. Though at times I question, your high presence makes trees go dry and land quench for water, but this time, my lips continuously utter, as I work with my clothes in bubbling water, running for the clock, oh great Sun, listen to me. Let no cloud shed a little tear, show who’s the most powerful, our Sun, I invoke you, for no machine can please my clothes, and air cannot do any better. Cooperate with the wind, cast the clouds that hinders you, reveal your shining glory, and may my clothes experience your majesty.
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Aj Cuntapay Feb 2016
No, we're not close but
we constantly bump to each other.

Different time;
different instances
but same hallway, anyway.

our eyes met,
thrice as I count.
but no curve
has been shared.

until time tricked us.
I, running for my sched
while, you, returning for
forgotten files.

Elevator was our only chance
G, 1, 2, 3 ... 7
same floor, of course.

silence never bothered me.
but at state, it felt awkward.

'I'm depressed,'
your mouth finally opened.
I had a second thought,
and looked at you.

'ting.' the door opened.
you stepped outside
leaving my thoughts behind.

'hey, what was that?'
I had a surge of curiosity.

you turned your head
and smiled in recognition.
the other day, no trace of you
in the hallway.

I can't help myself,
and paved my way.
starting from none is hard,

I realized.
I stayed at the hallway for awhile.

a new face approached me,
handling me a note,
'am I reMARKable?'
I dazed in amusement.
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Aj Cuntapay Dec 2015
No, I'm not
I'm not gonna learn
no matter how -

countless times you
play your music
loud nor sentimental

whether they have purpose:
to soothe me on deadline;
or annoy  me in difficulty.

I will not
because those tunes
will just flow in

Into me and let
those notes rub me
through and through.

Until I realize that
they belong to you
for me, only me.
Aj Cuntapay Dec 2015
I went to the clinic to consult my chest which is undergoing some contractions.
I was 15 back then, and the doctor evaluating me smirked at my young face.
'Let's do this,' I read her mind. She opened the drawer and lifted her stethoscope.
Directing it into my heart, the doctor recognized its high speed.. lab dub lab dub

But she was not convinced and doesn't want to believe in a young girl.
She just smiled and told me three hurting words, 'it was nothing.'
Explaining that maybe I was just nervous, perhaps dealing with heart breaks.
Heart breaks? Well, I've got none not even with my parents nor with my grades.

At that very moment sitting silently in front of her with table between us,
I badly wanted to retort, to express my defense. 'How could you?'
But I stood still, closed my fist calming myself she doesn't know, right?
I know I felt that pang in my heart, I stood up and closed the door behind her.

Six years had passed. Recalling the incident, how I went straight to the clinic;
how I consulted my aching heart, how the doctor slapped to me that it was nothing
made me realize that what she had altered is easier than dealing with heart breaks.
For I felt the same pang but this time it maybe scientific but not physically.

For I cannot go straight to the clinic - to wail that my heart has been beating hard;
and I will just get disappointed by their answers that no medicine can ease the pain,
That stethoscope will just hear its fast lab dub but not see how slowly it is bleeding,
That the apparatus is unseen, is out of their vicinity, and can only be created by me.

And all I can do is to close my eyes and listen to it, maybe its not, not a mere lab dub,
That maybe. Tears flowing from within will try to wash it; to cleanse the blood away,
And I'll hear the clock's tick tock and ask myself how many times had already elapsed?
Breathing that soon enough, soon I will bring my feet, carry my body, and lift the door behind.
Aj Cuntapay Nov 2015
I have been reading some literary pieces;
For their words soothes me, deeply.
Though some meant a bleeding heart,
Still gives me enough encouragement.

That, is only to find myself hanging -
both craving and puking those words.
Realized that art can be an escape for some
but not for yours that is longing.

Longing for words not from authors
but from the person who means to you.
For she can form words but he can't
That even absorbing those words, he can't.
Aj Cuntapay Oct 2015
It is this night that I badly want to rest my body yet the phone beeped and your name appeared not pleading but tempting me to come over - to come to your abode.

It is this night that I want to resist, explain that my whole day was a box office yet I replied until what time and readied myself to go.

It is this night that we know what will happen the moment I stepped into your room yet I had a second thought if I should push it through or not.

It is this night that you laid both your hands on my waist, I know kiss will come next yet I put my hands on your shoulders - telling it's okay.

It is this night that I allowed you to filter me in, and me to feed you too yet in the middle of our deep scenario I was out thinking.

It is this night that I am tired yet I cannot stop for both of us are already in prison - already found the comforts of our soul but with all those confusions, I was left satisfied.
Aj Cuntapay Oct 2015
ilang beses ko nga ba sasabihin na
hindi ko na kaya, oo tama ka
sa narinig **** sinambit ko mismo,
tama na, kasi ayoko na.

tama na ang mga patay na oras
na pilit **** kinukuha
hindi namumuhay ni gumagalaw
naroon lang, tulala't naninigas na.

wala ng ibang iniisip kundi paano,
paano hindi sa pagkakasyahin
kundi paano uubusin ang lubos -
na oras na kailangang punan.

tama na kasi mahirap gumawa
ng wala at magpanggap na meron
kang pinagkakaabalahan at lokohin
ang sarili **** bayad ang oras.

Nilalason nito paunti-unti,
ang bisyo ng lantay na katawan
at tiwangwang na utak.
kaya pakiusap, tama na.
dead days of my working life
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