The rain comes down like tears from her Eyes in April.
Her Smile is a crack in the street after a long Winter.
Her Mind is crumbling like a sandcastle on the beach during August.

"I'm fine..."
No I'm really not
"I'm happy I promise!"
Another lie
Why do I lie?
I guess to hide them from the horrid truth of the pandoras box that is my mind...

Last night I had a dream
That I was
F
A
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    L
     I
     N
      G.

I wasn't falling down,
Nor falling in love,

I fell  a p  a   r    t.

It started slowly at first,
A single thread that fell out of place,
But then each strand expanded,
From inches to infinity,
Revealing flesh,
Bone
And the unwanted parts in-between.

Like Time and Space
I continued,
Relentlessly uncurling
Until I was nothing more
Than a tightwire
That even my heart
Could never walk.

Sa unang pagkakataon,
Inabangan ko ang pagsikat ng araw
Pinili kong hindi matulog,
Kasi mas madaling magising hanggang umaga kaysa sa bumangon ng maaga

Naging isang malaking kanbas ang langit
Nagsimula sa unti-unting pagkawala ng buwan at mga bituin,
Naging asul, nadagdagan ng kahel,
Nagkatabi
Unti-unting naghalo

Sumilip ang araw,
Inabot ang kanyang sinag sa mga matang malalim at nag-antay
Unti-unti, at sa tamang oras sinakop at niliwanagan ang langit.

Narinig ang mga busina ng mga bus,
Ang tren na para ng tilaok ng manok sa umaga sa aking mga tainga,

Nakita kita,
Sa pag unat mo,
Sa pagbukas ng iyong mga matang hindi nag-antay,
at sa pagpikit nila muli dahil alam **** hindi mo kailangan bumangon ng maaga

Narinig kita,
Ang hilik na pilit **** itinatanggi,
Ang mga unang salitang binabanggit ng isip mo,
Ang pag-sabi mo sa kanya ng mga salitang ako dapat ang makakarinig tuwing pag-gising,
Magandang umaga, mahal kita

Sa unang pagkakataon,
Inantay kita,
Pinili kong hindi magmadali,
Kasi mas madaling abangan ang tamang oras kaysa sa habulin ito,

Mahal,
Sinta,
Ikaw ang sining na nagbibigay dahilan kung bakit ako yung kanbas na kinalimutan **** pinturahan,
Nagsimula sa unti-unting pagkawala ko,
Naging masaya ka, nakalimot ka,
Lumipas ang ilang taon,
Unti-unti akong 'di hamak naging pangalan at alaala na lamang sa'yo

Sumulyap ako sa huling pagkakataon,
Inabot ang aking mga kamay sa'yo, sa nakalimot at nagmahal ng iba
Unti-unti akong naging alaalang nawalan ng pangalan.

Mas madali mag-antay ng pagsikat ng araw kaysa sa kalimutan ka.
Pagka't ikaw ang unang simoy ng hangin na malalanghap sa umaga,
ikaw ang sinag ng araw na unang nakikita ng mga mata ko,
ikaw ang umaga ko.

Ikaw ang unang umagang hinintay ko.

This person
Is the Gestalt consciousness
Of beings both infinitely wise and foolish
Entities of absolute good and evil
Who, when encouraged to do so
Summon phonetical hymns
To invoke emotion in pure song
These individual constructs
While impressive in their solitude
Fail in comparison to their unity
Each a wildcard
That, when played
Become a wildfire of truth.

Poor little worm
In the earth
Feeling like
You have no worth

Used for bait
When we fish
Or for a bird
A tasty dish

Crossing the sidewalk
To get to your spot
You didn't make it
It was too hot

Looking like
You were fried
I'm sorry
That you died

Do you have a family
That you leave
Tiny worm children
That will grieve

May your life in heaven
Be everlasting
Play in the soil
Make a casting

Know that you
Had some worth
You were tending
To Mother Earth

Did I ever tell you about my favourite place?
By day it's ok, but the trace is erased of a night spent together,
Just some bent, dented heather,
It's idyllic, stay a minute, to an hour, then forever.

It's a hilltop dotted with forests and blotches
of discarded lockets, pick-pocketed wallets,
Snapped straps and their watches and trees carved with notches,
A deposit for problems where noise is just nonsense.

A dirt track on the side of the hill snakes like an ivy vine,
Through thick bushes, but I know it by heart, so I'll be fine,
Push the leaves aside and peek behind, over river, nearly time,
Reach the clearing, feast your eyes, silence gives no eerie vibe.

It overlooks the town, and looking down you've never felt so tall and mighty,
But staring up at there's too much, you'll never feel so small and tiny.


It's four in the morning, the sunrise is dawning,
The only tire here involves both of you yawning.
The sky comes alight, covered like white bug bites,
Illuminating the two amazing souls joined underneath.

It's my idea of eden and your hearts will start to beat in tune,
So weave a braid of fingers, feel the heat, let them feel it too,
Take it slow, or make it so you're only his or only hers,
Isolated yet connected, it's my favourite place on a lonely earth.