Lagi ka na lang
tourist spot na ayos picture-an,
handa pag may birthday lang,
extreme sport na masayang subukan,
gown pag debut, dress pag kasalan,
leap year pag pinagpala,
blue moon pag may himala,
lakad ng barkada kung tuloy ang aya.
One time, big time.

Kailan ka kaya magiging
tambayan anuman ang dahilan,
kanin sa kahit anong ulam,
basketball na laging andiyan,
t-shirt, shorts, pants na 'di pangmayaman,
a-kinse at a-trenta pag minalas,
new moon, full moon at lahat ng quarter,
fixed date.
Big time, all the time.

What makes something universal this sensational?
Are we just so drowned in our self pity parties?
Once the dawn made you realized -- you aren't special,
Are you supposed to feel devastated or perhaps at ease?

You admire someone who doesn't admire you.
Someone you don't like just can't help but like you.
The circle of life that we have always wanted to define,
Gets harder time by time.

For you always wanted to talk to that person,
Yet you are annoyed by the messages of the other.
You've always wanted to touch and put things in motion,
But tries to get away from the other further and further.

Then your dumb mind starts to wonder,
On why your 'one' can't even say your name.
Perhaps, now you know the answer,
How you're played given the rules of your own game.

We were just both curious,
And you were more than willing.
Do not wonder if I stopped talking.
After all, it was just ***.

We may have done it twice,
But that doesn't mean there'll be a thrice.
Can't you see I'm dodging?
After all, it was just ***.

You were a friend that's why,
I let your arms rover far and wide,
I know you understand,
After all, it was just ***.

We were both high in life,
And no one was thinking straight.
Please don't message me when it's late,
After all, it was just ***.

Good to know you travelled so far,
To meet and lie on bed with me.
But hey, we are not to be.
After all, it was just ***.

Nothing more nor less,
But you never learn,
Please do discern,
It was just *** after all.

Those nights you try to make your piece fit with someone else's,
Only to emphasize the emptiness and nothingness the following morning.
Short-lived illusions, deceptions and self-induced make-believes.
Comforting you for a while, a momentary smile.
What's your difference from a homeless man?
Wandering with no destination, looking for a place and comes undone?
The sunset shows you silhouette of still objects,
Occasionally waving at you as winds put them in motion.
Always unsure of what is to come, what is to happen, what is to be.
Patiently waiting for something bizarre -- a shooting star landing right in front of you.
Every sound around mixes with the rhythm within -- a playlist for your introspection.
Unless it becomes true, you will remain to be you.
Unless it gives in, the unbearable plot will repeat itself.
For I have never known I was starving 'til I had a taste of you,
Never known I was exhausted 'til I took a break lying next to you.
But you remains to be a concept, an idea still far from reach.
A walk through the world of forms, a reality bound by norms.
And the moon starts to rise, varying hues paint the skies.
A day that has started with ocean's blues shall end with darkness on cue.
With a the beautiful music silence had laid upon,
You search for the star's light that may guide you while you run.
The trees have always stood guarding your holy place,
Not minding, yet waiting, for you to change your pace.
Like this poem with no beat and rhyme at the beginning,
You're hopeful that tomorrow shall provide for a new good song to sing.
For repetitions are boring.
Like four-word lines written.
Variations are direly needed.
Change your rhythm.
Less be more.
Fix it.
Live.

Were you led?
You're unsure.
One thing's certain,
You tried.
You said,
'Might capture,'
Then again,
Kinda denied.
Can't comprehend,
Thoughts're pure.
Sorta friend,
Hope wanna fight.
Mixed ends,
Mental torture,
Friend or fiend?
Light or night?

Help me not to lie,
Don't ask the questions.
Within, I will just sigh,
Used up all my limited options.
Hope's a *******, a sham;
-- Please remember thee
I am,
What you want me to be.

The ******* dog visits again,
Preventing you from sleeping.
Now, it makes you insane,
Knowing you're a thinking thing.

It shows you how much space you have,
Beside the wide bed where you lie.
How cynicism towards love,
Left you high and dry.

You think of your past attempts,
Which failed for they were pretends.
You realize how you're mind is bent,
Confusing signals, it sends.

Now, you see a face in your mind,
Who'll probably just wither and die.
When will you ever find,
Someone, on your shoulder, who shall lie?