Tumatalbog-talbog
sa sahig ng aking mga ala-ala
ang bola ng jackstone ng até
at sipang tingga ng kuya

paroo’t parito
ang mga trumpo’t yoyo
sa mga tumpok
ng inipong alabok
ng kabataan kong
inihian ng kahapon
upang maging kalamay
at putu-putuhan
- na waring napanis na
sa paminggalan ng kompyuter
at tuluyang ibinaon
sa puntod ng mga cellphone.

Sa kamposanto ng mga ala-ala
nagmumulto pa rin ang kahirapan
di na kailanman matatakasan

sa bawat lagok,
mainit na humahagod
sa lalamunan ang mga tagpo
sa mga dula’t pelikula
sa pinagpugarang bahay
na ngayo’y nagiba na:
          pagkatapos ng maghapon:
          itutulak mo ang kaning mahalimuyak
          - isinaing ng Inay ang kinandang-laon
          inutang pa sa taga-Quezon
          wala kahit kapirasong tuyong maisabay
          walang iba, tanging ikaw,
          masarap nang sawsawan at sabaw.

I loved you
Back when there
Were more questions
Than answers

I miss the old us
The kids who were happy
Willing to sleep outside
And hide inside

I miss the days we kissed
Because there weren't very many
But they seem to be
Forever far

Humiliation is a scarlet lash

that stripes my flesh scarlet, bright.

It strikes like a lighting flash

and fills my trembling heart with fright.

All I really want is to talk to you rather than distract myself with the petty things I do.

I'm almost gone.

A deep hollow in my chest leaches at my sanity leaving me bereft of a connection that could seal up the cracks in my heart from which leak my wounded humanity.

Scrolling through my Facebook feed leaves my hungering for what I really need.

The stupid games and apps light up my phone and make me forget that I'm alone.

Tomorrow creeps into each patchwork day. You can't hold time it slips away.

Each hour is fractured by distraction the sun is sinking before I gain traction.

While I'm not looking I miss the sunset. Time to cushion my head with this night's fret.

I won't sleep tonight, like most. My place is haunted. I'm the ghost.

I drift the twilight between realms with clipped wings and overwhelmed.

Sun and moon chase round about; light blinded eyes, thick-dark-muffled-shout.

That's the way it is at night things look different by starlight.

But which am I the sun or moon; do I give chase or am I pursued?

I won't find the things I seek. I'm stuck like this from week to week.

To be needed is exhausting, but to be not needed is accosting.

I need to hear you hearing me and be realified in that harmony.

Instead of trapped between death and life, I'll be free when I see you seeing that I'm Being. Existence could suffice, yet personhood is reciprocally conferred. Make me a Being like you then you'll be a christ.

What is my name?

You say that you can't read my mind as if I haven't put it down line by line.

I want to know I'm more than heat rising from the pavement to dissipate in the sky. Or else call me Mirage--If you can't see me, feel me, hear me.

I'm already gone.

sometimes i feel too much
sometimes i feel too little
i wish i could stay in that happy place
that lies right in the middle

when i feel too much
it's a torrent of emotion
a downpour of epic proportion
and i pray for it to end

yet when it does i don't feel enough
i'm numb, frozen, depressed.
I then pray for this to end
and i'd do anything to feel again

so i'm stuck in this happy limbo
never feeling quite right
like goldilocks in the three bear's house
i can't sleep at night

She got her God at last.

Bathed and in white saree
she offers him his choicest food
burns his favorite incense
sits with him to converse
about the day and events
argues to make her point
smiles at his complaint
of less salt or more sugar
cries at his question
if she misses him
as much as he misses her
and the two reach out to each other
more than all the years
of seeking the fulcrum
to balance the bond.

When I was with my old girl
Back in 2009
I remember laughing talking to her
On my phone line
Saying that I would never ever
Get with you
That you played with my friends too much
So I never would have slept with you
And as I put her mind at ease
I thought to myself
If the time and place came
Would I fall to my knees
I remember I laughed
And laughed and laughed
I would never get with her in a lifetime
Never say never