Ilang oras na akong nagsusulat
Ilang tinta at papel na ang nasayang
Pero hindi ko alam kung bakit hindi ko malabas ang nais iparating ng puso
Wala akong magawa kung hindi titigan ang mga nasayang papel na nasa gilid ng aking mga kamay
Ilang ulit na akong nagpalit nang kulay ng tinta ng bolpen, nagbabakasaling kung kulay pula ang gamiting pangsulat, mawawala ang lungkot na nadarama na may mahal kang iba
Baka kung kulay dilaw ang bolpeng gagamitin mawawala ang sakit na nagpapaala-ala na hindi ako ang dahilan ng mga ngiti sa iyong labi
Baka kung kulay berde ang bolpeng gagamitin maglalaho ang mga luhang hindi maubos-ubos tuwing nakikita kitang kapiling siya
Ano pa ba ang dapat gawin?
Ilang papel pa ba ang masasayang para sayo?
Ilang kulay pa ba ng bolpen ang kailangan masayang para malaman ang nais sabihin
Hindi ko alam kung ano at paano
Ano ba ang dapat gawin para mawala ka sa isipan?
Paano ba kita bibitawan kung alam kong sa pagtawid sa kulay pula ramdam kong ako lang nakakapit?
Paano ko hihigpitan ang paghawak sa daming tumatawid sa dilaw na dahilan para bitawan ka kung alam kong malayo ka na para abutin pa
Paano kita hahanapin sa huling kulay berde kung alam kong wala na, tapos na
Wala ng dahilan para magpatuloy
Dahil alam kong hindi tamang ipagpatuloy itong bugso ng damdaming na kahit saang anggulo, hindi tama, hindi nararapat
Kaya hayaan mo kong sayangin ang mga papel, bahala na kung magalit ang kalikasan
Hayaan mo akong maubos ang lahat ng kulay ng ballpen dahil dito ko nalamang masasabi ang mga salitang dapat iparinig sayo
Wala na akong magagawa kung hindi hayaan ang panahon
Hayaan ang sariling humilom
Hindi ko alam kung gaano katagal
Pero hayaan mo, makakapagsulat ulit din ako gamit ang isang papel at kulay itim na bolpen balang araw para sa tunay na nakalaan nito
Pero sa ngayon hayaan mo lang muna akong titigan ka sa malayo habang nakatuon ang iyong mata sakanya
Hayaan mo lang muna akong iyakan ka habang hindi mo mapigilan ang ngiti sa iyong labi kasama siya
Hayaan mo lang akong masanay sa sakit, baka sakaling magsawa ako at hayaan ang sariling sumaya ulit...kapiling ang iba

Einstein stares at me
I see the blood wars and the blood feuds

The dripping white gold
catches into a tube

Lights are burning beyond December

                                                Beyond December

               I wait behind your curtain
               I wonder at the dark
               I make my cause
               I go the course

                        Tonight has made
                                                  a thousand lights
                                                                         flicker     in my mouth     catching
                                                        each drop
                              
                                                                        of scented hearths

                                                                        Burning ...
                                                                                            burning ...
                                                                                                                               into embers ....

Green eyes.
Green, yellowish in
the center.
Sunflowers in
the center, and
white skin and
freckles and
everything else is
red

Old myths dying under
the new sun
rising, spilling over
grassy fields dotted
with poppies

The day is unspoiled.

Easy 8 Step Bake

1. Add a sufficient amount of cute, so much that you'll never stop looking
2. Add 3/4 tbsp of a killer smile, to stop your heart
3. Mix with 2 eyes, that you could look into forever
4. Laugh as you add the humor, so you'll always smile when they're around
5. Let it settle for 10 min, so that your heart gets used to not beating without them
6. Insert into oven at 666 Fahrenheit, it'll make you do anything for them
7. Take it out after what feels like a lifetime of waiting for them has passed
8. Watch them love someone else

Across these lonely shores I've been,
Countless times before,
Tracing lines into the sand,
To connect to something more.

I write a name to shape a face,
And reflect in shades of gray,
How it felt to see this place,
With others here to stay.

I remember all,
And all to well,
I recall a simple smile,
Telling me to just relax,
And reminisce awhile.

And who am I to deny these ghosts?
They soothe my soul with ease,
So I sit down to have a chat,
With my old memories.

But all good things must come to end,
Or so the saying goes,
I say goodbye to my old friends,
And remember that I'm alone.

When did it get this way

When did wanting to die become my default emotion

When did everything that made me happy fade to shades of grey

How did the people who claim to love me

Allow me to fall into this pit of despair and destruction

Without ever trying to reach in and save me