c - Hello Poetry

c Oct 2019

5am

you watch life passing through like fast-forward scenes in the movies and you hardly see the details — how your friend got teary-eyed watching the end of a film, how the breeze touched your skin, how the beer tasted, how fast the night was. you watch life pass through, and you don’t see how beautiful the moments are until you wake up alone and replay everything from last night.

you wake up with a hole in the gut, but you see these stills of life you seemed to miss and wish you could go back to see it in life once again, but moments are fleeting so when you have the chance to experience the peaks of being alive, take it. seize it.

c Sep 2019

if

We were always a speck of dust in the collective breathing of the universe that permeated into celestial bodies. Two dancing cosmic eggs birthed from the paroxysm of the dying stars and suspended in the vortex of nothingness along with the rogues. Somewhere along the plethora of this unnamed greatness we delve in, I know that someone like you, in all the multifaceted universes, can make someone like me stop and stare at the oblivious things – as if it weren't there just waiting for me to notice.

We were always two laughing faces in the heat of bodies packed together—separable. Two heavenly bodies whose stories to tell were only unbosomed by synodic conjunction or an eclipse. We are the whispers of our own past with windups somewhere underneath the sulky skies, but every night together is the epoch of the two lovers dancing within us — heartily swaying with the music of temerarious fancies between a scared lad and a lonely maiden.

We were always just like this.
Too close, yet too far.

c Aug 2019

turn as

i thank god

for the sideway glimpses,
for the sweet
and the unkind
serendipity

of this moonbeam
peeking through
the blank spaces
of my palimpsest

               i thank the universe

for the smoke
of the cigars
and the dreary
of the nights

despite the
loudmouthed neighbors,
of the plethora
of chances,
the crisscrosses
of the ground

and the junctions
where we meet

             i thank the heavens

i no longer
have to bleed
an ink,

it’s enough
that you make
me feel

             i thank my angels

as they take you
with me
in my dreams

c Aug 2019

to hear you sleep

What happened to the nights of preying upon the chances of what could I have said, what songs could I have told you to play on the stereo, what books could I have told you to read — the nights I tried so hard to save and keep and ripped away from the moribund seconds that lives in the far end of the intersection between two tangent lines?

Nights that had been like a Christmas present wrapped in your voice that floats from across the other side, a smile breaks wide upon hearing it—almost meets my receding hairline.

I think maybe the cherubs have carried me to your feet, to fill an empty ribcage with butterflies and moths and all the decaying caverns in my flesh because in my prayers, they altogether weeped.

And in these nights that were strewn from the strings of fate – crafted only for me – I think I hear my angels singing and crying and dancing

Oh, this must be it. This must be it. Maybe.
This have got me feeling. So maybe.

Here with me, you are the hero that shoos away the phantoms that were born out of my skull. There with you, I am the ballad that makes you dream as you sleep with your lights and stereo on with the music I insist you play.

Here with me, a memory of the static, of the silence that embraced two people. Nothing but a buzz that you could make a song out of, a strange delight that warps and ties a knot to my chest. Now that I think about it, even if you don't talk, it pays every word I ever heard.

I wish you sweet dreams now from the other side of the world.
I wish you sweet dreams for the nights that brought you down. I wish you a calm heart when the thunder roars and a field of lavender for when you feel worn out because you have been the magic that puts me to sleep, at ease, when all the nights have turned out like rough seas.

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