everyone wished to become a star
but every star just wished to become nothing
who would like to become hundred thousand years dead
and be recognized and admired by everyone who sees
them and there sufferings from lightyears away
everyone thinks that being a star is magnificent
but no one thinks about the collisions
and the dark matter and blackholes and crashing
no one
no one
no one
no one
except those who once became like them
and that is



no one.

a thought visited his preoccupied mind again
as the galaxies are making its way to her
this man will wish  upon the stars
because he knew that they will listen
and all the celestial bodies will grief with him
when no one understands nor sees his pain
thoughts of her is the best he could think of
but why it is like the best things are worsts too
he begin to utter words of i miss you's
but no matter how loud it was, he was voiceless
just letting the tears drown him in such sadness
if time lapses are existing in real life
he will replay every second she was there
and skip every fights and every cries
no, life's too cruel for it to happen
in the blink of an eye, she became like one of the stars
there in a far away land of shining lights
giving him hope, giving them hope
but for him, she's not a star, not even the brightest
for him, she is the entire universe
that every time he will look above the skies
he will weep and after that is a bittersweet smile
a pure love that is severed in the land
will be continued somewhere else
and he believes
someday, they will meet again there...
in a much better place.

poems
aren't
a
big
deal
until
you
realize
that
it
is
written
for
you
and
meant
for
you

Even if I miss you
(so bad)
it does not mean that
I need you anymore
some things are better
apart from each other
so as we.
there are questions
that do not demand for answers
just as we
we are the question
that is left unanswered
and I think that's better
not all answers are good to hear
and definitely not all are true.

without any further words that deceives
this girl I talk about just simply wished she's dead
hatred, blames and pain are all she receives
from this wicked world of sinners embedded
though she tried to weep and then fight back
life's much stronger than her little tormented hopes
then she felt that all she is, is nothing but a setback
days of agony will pass until beyond her scopes
this girl is not a girl of smiles anymore
she is a lost soul enclose in the anatomy of a pretty lady
in her heart, pure sadness and anger are in store
like a sunshine that used to glow, but sooner became hazy

No, I didn't suicide; thank God this is now a testimony of His glory
Lost but found; for I met Jesus that made this a happy ending story

fraud!
she knew it, smirks, so she applaud.
-
lame. that was a fallacy
herself is the mistery

Have you seen her in the clarity of dripping scarlet riverflows?

she's still the secrecy of midnight that no one ever knows

Even hallowing hazy fog of cold could made us blinded

in this knotted ropes of white lies, dead end

Lowfully dare to follow her illusionary footsteps in waters

fraud. she's the one whose following your shady runners
she is the vulture and the prey;
the moth and the flame;
the wicked and the good;
the water and the blood;

Peace in your mind, her sojourn.

she's the only one who smiled in the midst of mourn

Mellow greetings when she entered the juvenile dreams

when the night visits, it'll be silent screams

fraud?

Eccentric.

she is an oxymoron but more of a paradox.

Walang Pamagat
: A Spoken Word Poetry by Stephanie Dela Cruz

Malumanay ang pagkumpas ng mga kamay ng orasan
Sumasabay pa tong nakakabinging katahimikan
At ako? Nandito sa loob ng apat na sulok ng munti kong silid
Kabisado ko na ang bawat detalye ng kwartong ito ngunit ito parin, nagmamasid
Na para bang nasa ibang lugar ako, nangingilala, nagtataka
Tulad ng kung paanong maraming tanong ang gumagambala sa katahimikan ng sandali
Mga tanong na habang pilit kong hinahanapan ng sagot ay mas lalo lamang nagpapaalala sayo
Sayo at kung anong meron tayo… noon
Para ka rin palang kwarto ko.
Kilala kita, kabisado ko na ang takbo ng isip mo
Alam ko kung kailan ka nagsisinungaling kapag sinabi **** “okay lang ako”
Alam ko kung ano yung mga tugtuging hinahanap-hanap ng pandinig mo
Alam ko kung paano magniningning ang mga mata mo kapag nakakakita ka ng cute na aso
Alam ko dahil inalam ko, alam ko dahil ipinaalam mo, alam ko dahil ginusto kong malaman
Kilala kita, kabisado ko ang bawat tibok ng puso mo
Pero muli, para ka rin palang kwarto ko
Na kahit gaano kita kakilala at kakabisado, naguguluhan pa rin ako
Nangingilala;
Nagtataka;
Dahil kahit naging malapit ka sa akin ay tila parang napakalayo mo pa rin
At kahit gaano kita kakabisado ay hindi ko pa rin alam ang kasagutan mo sa mga  tanong na iniwan mo sa akin kasabay ng pag-alis mo sa buhay ko:

bakit.

Bakit ka pumasok sa nananahimik kong buhay para pasiglahin ito at sa huli ay iwan ako?
Bakit mo ipinadama sa akin na importante ako para lang isang araw ay ipadama na wala na kong halaga sayo?
Bakit mo ako nilapitan nang may ningning sa mapupungay **** mata at matamis na ngiti sa iyong mga labi?
Bakit mo ipinaulit-ulit ng bigkas ang pangalan ko na hanggang ngayon ay musika sa akin?
Bakit ka nagpakilala para lang sa huli ay limutin?
Bakit ka lumapit sa akin na parang isang apoy na nagbigay liwanag ngunit siya rin palang tutupok sa akin?
Bakit ka dumating sa buhay ko para lamang sa huli ay lumisan?

Ang daming bakit pero iisang bakit lang ang gusto kong sagutin mo.

Bakit mo ako iniwan ng biglaan?

At hindi naman ako tanga.
Alam ko na iba tayong dalawa.
Sabihin mo nga sa akin kung paano ko hindi bibigyan ng pansin ang sigaw ng mga kilos **** sinasabing espesyal ako?
Paano kung sabihin ko sayong pinakinggan ko ang bulong ng puso mo noong unang beses na inaya mo akong kumain sa labas?
Paano kung sabihin ko sayo na narinig ko ang pangalan ko sa pagitan ng pagpintig ng pulso mo noong inabot mo ang mga kamay ko?
Paano kung naiintindihan ko ang ibig sabihin ng mga biro **** nagpapahiwatig na ako ang gusto mo?
At paano kung sabihin ko sayo na nakita ko ang nakaukit na ‘mahal kita’ sa ningning ng mga mata mo sa tuwing magkasama tayo?

Hindi naman ako tanga.

Alam mo ba? Tayo ang tulang ito.

– walang pamagat

Kumbaga sa linya ng isang kanta ay “oo nga pala, hindi nga pala tayo”
Na katulad ng isang pelikula, hindi lahat ay nagtatapos sa happy ending
At katulad ng isang nobela, masaya man o malungkot, lahat ay nagtatapos

Sa lahat ng nobela, itong sa atin yung kuwento na hindi naisulat ngunit nagtapos
Natapos ngunit walang paalam

Kahit wala tayong pamagat, gusto kong pahalagahan ito
Dahil ito yung meron tayo.
Medyo magulo pero ito, tignan mo, naisingit ko na yung salitang “tayo”

Sayang.

Sana kumapit ka pa.

Naiisip ko pa rin gabi-gabi kung bakit ka lumayo
Patawad, naaalala pa rin kita kahit hindi ko naisin
Patawad, umaasa pa rin ako na babalik pa sa dati ang lahat
Dahil naniniwala pa rin ako na nobela tayo
At hindi pa nagtapos ang kuwento noong huling beses na humakbang ako palayo at hindi ka nagsayang ng segundo para lumingon sa direksyong tinahak ko

Naghihintay ako.

Mali pala ang pagkakagamit ko ng mga salita.

Wala pa tayong pamagat

Ngunit malay mo balang araw ay magkaroon din at habang hindi pa dumadating ang araw na iyon, ipipikit ko ang mga mata at ibubulong sa hangin na…

sana malaman mo na mahal din kita.