Write me as a poem—
in verses of lovely rhymes,
enveloped with fancy words,
and metaphors divine.

I would love to rip hearts apart
and tell the story of a sacred connection—
but after such great feelings of butterflies,
these two, lost communication.

Write me as a poem,
And I’ll write you as one too,
For in this world of chaos and hatred,
We’ve crossed our paths and found the calm—
the home where our love grew.

You’re the loveliest sunset I’ve watched—
My bittersweet goodbye,
Taking a piece of my mended heart,
To a place cannot be seen by my eye.

Write me as a poem—
I want to be a timeless art,
And I'll write you as a song
Forever stuck in my recovering heart.

04•15•21
7:36 PM

— Crissy Morsel

Paano ka magiging kalmado?
Kung kapulisan mismo ang delikado,
Paano ka matutulog nang mahimbing?
Kung hindi ligtas sa iyong paggising.

Sinabi niyo sainyo kami ay protektado?
Pero bakit sa isang iglap may buhay na naglaho?
Mga inosenteng tao namamatay,
Walang awang pinapatay; anak, ina man o tatay.

Paano mo masasabi wag mabahala?
Kung sila mismo ang may sala,
Paano ka mabubuhay sa mundo?
Kung hindi ka na ligtas at sigurado.

Sa panandaliang pagtigil ng mundo,
Hindi mapigilan ang mga tanong sa isipan,
Na para bang mga sasakyan sa EDSA,
Buhol buhol at walang kaayusan.

Ang mapait na naranasan ay iiwan na sa nakaraan,
Akapin ang kasalukuyan at kinabukasan,
Patawarin ang sarili sa nagawang kasalanan,
Bitawan ang sakit na nararamdaman,

Hindi para sakanya at hindi rin para sa iba,
Para sa'yo; Para tuluyan ka nang sumaya,
Mga gabing puro luha at kalungkutan,
Balutin sana ng umagang puno ng kasiyahan.

Nawalan ka man ng kaibigan o kasintahan,
Mga memoryang hanggang isipan nalamang,
Pulutin at dalhin sa susunod na kwento,
Dahil sadyang may mga kabanata na hindi para sa'yo.

i
could have
written hundred
of poems

i
could have
seen thousand
of sceneries

i
could have
cried million
of tears

but

it
would never
suffice
my deep feeling
of longing
for your embrace

it
would never
ease the pain
of missing your
presence

Di ko mawari kung bakit mas masakit
Ang mga katagang "mataba kana"
Pag sa bibig mo galing ay mapait
Gusto ko lang sana'y madama
Na sayo ako'y may halaga
Ngunit imbes na matatamis na salita aking madinig
Ang pagtaba ko lang iyong bukambibig
Kung sa ibang tao ay kayang palampasin
Pero pag ikaw ang nagbitiw,
Kaya akong inisin

Oo, maari
Sa timbang akoy nadagdagan
Aba'y sa quarantine nga naman
Oras di mo na malaman
Minsan di mo na nga namamalayan,
Dalawang beses kana palang nag hapunan.

Pero kasalanan ba talagang maituturing
Ang makailang beses kong pagkain?
Eh sa may kaya kaming ihain
Afford po namin
Ang ilang beses na mag saing

Mas pinipili ko kasi magluto
Kasi la pa ako lakas ng loob mag TikTok

Lalo pa ngayon nasabihang mataba
Aba aba
Hampasin ko yang pangit **** baba

Pero joke lang kasi mahal kita, kahit na bash moko miss pa rin kita
Kaya hayaan mo ako magtampo ng konti
Bukas baka humpa na ang inis
Kasi di kita matiis
Ikaw ay aking miss

Sila na nagkasala
Sila pa ang galit
Kahit ikaw sana tong nabahala
Dahil ikaw ay pinagpalit

Dating tiwala ay sinira
Nung kabit ay kanyang tinira
Tapos ngayong nahuli
Parang ikaw pa ang may mali

Kesyo, bat ka raw nag eskandalo
Sa harap pa ng pamilya
Ng kinakasama
Ng ASAWA Mo

Siya pa ngayon ang galit
Kasi ikaw daw ay nagbitaw ng mga salitang mapanakit
Di ka naman daw sana ganyan dati
Dahil dati kaw daw ay mabait

Pero di ba nya mapagtanto
Kung bakit ikaw ay nagkaganto
Dahil sa labis na pangagago
Na dinulot ng sariling asawa mo

Love will always be the best thing
left in hearts of many,
For people will never forget to love
Though been broken lots of times already;
Love will always be the best thing left
in the vicinity of someone's soul;
A masterpiece to keep—
To keep your broken self whole.

Love
doesn't always mean
it's mutual —
For sometimes,
Love
is someone's happiness
over someone's pain—
Choosing to let go,
to move on,
with those scars
and memories
we gained.

What if I was embraced by sickness:
Giving me a warm,tight hug;
Would someone care to stay beside me,
Be the pill for my bug—
Be my forever maintenance drug?
I bet none.

What if Satan sends his angelic demons
and invite me undertneath this earth;
Would someone hold my hand so tight,
As I slowly grasp for air to breathe?
Would tears flow from their eyes like flood,
As I take that invitation;
Would someone shed an ocean of tears,
As I journey to my destination?
I bet none.

What if "death" knocks on my door,
And I opened it enthusiastically;
Would someone quickly slip his feet on the floor,
And swiftly lock the door for me?
Would someone care to be mad for my hospitality;
And care to give some reasons behind, a marvel of clarity?
I bet none.

What if life knocks me down;
Dressing me up like a princess,
Would someone look at that beauty
As a sign of my weakness?
Would someone come to my casket and feel so sorry;
Would someone's eyes be so sad,
with flowing tears be blurry?
I bet none.

What if I marry an adverse illness,
Taking me six feet below the land;
Would someone come to the doors of my new home,
Send me flowers and wish to still hold my hand?
Would someone be jealous of death:
For I have chosen it than to have myself live and breathe?
Would someone care to miss me when I'm gone;
If someone would, who's that gonna be?
I bet none.