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nothing beats a drukn n nighht
like a peaceful tipsy twilight

/

As the sky turns blue again
My mood rather won't

"fake it till you mean it"
smile till you die

*
Ikaw ang mantika
Ako ang 'yong tubig
Yung kama ang kawali

pick me up
so you can toss me in the bin

go green

all these vices to destroy my organs
and i chose you to break my heart.

i see my empty cup of soda
it's meant to be trash anyway.

sana all
may kamomol
hoy crush
saan ka ulol

I would give you
This whole field
Of sunflowers
Only if you haven't
Left me there
All by myself.

Tomorrow, tears
Will be shed

But today is not
For a sorrowful poem

'Cause I'm glad
That you've been
My home.



And you'll always be
My home.

I'm glad you've found somebody.
I'm also glad I'm not there to see you happy.
I guess I'm glad. Maybe a bit sad.
A bit late for the news.
A bit too late for you.

It's 3:11
And still wishing
That I knew
What I had to do
To belong with you

Beautiful things hurt
And your beauty is superb.

**
The campfire's out but it still burns
When I touch you, knowing
your warmth is for someone else.

.. .. ..


Leaves fall, and people fall
In love with people
Who will eventually leave


.. .. ..

I like your look; the contrast
You look so happy
yet your dress is blue
I'd race the sunset
Beat the horizon
Just to dance
And see you wear my feelings

Honesty
Is the best poetry

Lies
Are the best stories

I have something
I call it nothing
I cherish and adore
Its oblivious lore

But i want something
I call it you
And as i run out of rhymes
Please run out of reasons not to like me

i want to be an astronaut
and bring the moon to you

and touch the stars in heaven

i want to breathe space
until it is gone between us

you and i are forbidden to part

i want to ride a comet
anhilate your earth with you

and together we will touch heaven

the world is my canvas
motivation is my brush
**** where did i put my brush

Come, sit beside me.
Nothing else matters.

That's all.
We just sit.
I like you.

You remind me
Of an apricot afternoon
Of the indigo cloud belly

Night and noon clashing
Into a perfect illumination
For a heavenly nap

You remind me
That I should never
Be awake again

Love is in the air but lust is what I breathe.

Crashing tides
In my head

Dew drops on
Pillows and bed

My favorite moment in a day
Is right before I fall asleep

When I look up
I could finally see the nightsky

Not that I have no ceiling
But I choose to see the stars behind

Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too

this isn't the last gaze
or is it?
it's funny how we desire to
have a last look on good things.

this isn't the last touch
or is it?
it's funny how we hold on
before we let go.

this isn't the last kiss
or is it?
it's funny how we talk sweet
before we say goodbye.

this isn't the last breath
or is it?
it's funny how we have to
exhale before heaven.

this isn't the last day
or is it?
it's funny how i can't tell
dawn apart from twilight.

But the cool caress of a rainy day
takes me away from a bad day

to whom it may concern
up above the sky
beyond the human eye

i ask pardon for i have sinned
and guidance for i had
lost my soul and blood

but ******* it who am i
to be so selfish and greedy
asking from the almighty

how about the children
who starve to get to heaven
and pain is the fate woven

how about the innocent
who dreams amidst the nightmare
of chokers who do not care

how about the people
with pieces of hopes scatter
on the edge about to shatter

how about the toddlers
who were never happy nor sad
nor ignorant of god

to whom it may concern
pardon me first, you shall not
bless me first, you must not

for as blue as my problems seem
thou shall firstly elevate
those with purple bruises in their fate

can't you tell me why
after a weekend of butterflies
in our stomach

you decided that your
anchor on this irrelevant
ocean floor has not

found its ship back yet?

can you tell me that
the real reason was my
immaturity?

ignorance? inexperience?

would you think
about giving a try
to do it again

?

because if so i
would gladly grow up
and stop writing you poems

and start confronting

responsibility.