walang tigil na naman sa pagluha ang langit.
hampas ng hangin
ay tila galit na matagal nang itinimpi,
at ang mga paghikbi nitong ihip
ay hindi maikubli.

at gaya ng mga nagdaang araw,
itong sandali ay wala rin namang pinagkaiba;
pasan-pasan ang mga bigatin
at lumbay ay kapiling
hanggang sa makaidlip.

kailan kaya magigising na hindi na hapô
mula sa pagtakas sa masamang panaginip?

everytime i look into you,
i see radiance shedding clarity
to these uncertainties,
slowly warming unsightly places
with your sincere presence
that deeply affects my soul.

your words resonate –
a serene impression
overcoming an anxious heart
and a war in my mind
that keeps me longing
for your familiar embrace,
my sanctuary and grace.

sa pagitan ng pag-alis at pananatili
ay ang mga pagkukubli,
ang mga pagbabakasakali,
ang mga hindi mapakaling
pangamba't takot
na matagal nang gustong sumalisi –

at doon sa gitna,
ay naiwan akong nag-iisa.
lumuluha't
basang-basa sa ulan;
walang patutunguhan.

ika-4 ng Agosto – umiiyak na naman ang langit kasabay ang paghampas ng malakas na simoy ng hangin at bumubulong ng mga kalungkutang hindi alam kung kailan o saan nga ba isinilang.

at dinadala ka nang paulit-ulit sa rumaragasang alaalang pilit **** kinakalimutan habang giniginaw sa mga luhang dulot ng mga hinanakit na patuloy lang na nag-iiwan ng mga marka sa iyong dibdib.

ika-4 ng Agosto nang umiyak na naman ang langit.
*kailan kaya darating ang mga gabing hindi na basa ang mga unan sa paghikbi?

the sun will go down,
and the heavens pour out,
but the colors of your rainbow
will never fade –
ascending the mountain peaks,
embracing rough surface
that even when anything else
seems to make no sense –
your hues will just intensify
and your soul remains fascinating.

you are the sunshine on the gloomy days —
everything you touch illuminates
and forms a soul soothing
flowing freely into solace.
even all the clouds part
to let you rise and bloom;
the radiance has grown within you
shining through
the scars,
the cracks,
the losses,
and it whispers –
a gratitude for your existence.

We are empty souls under the night sky,
shadows in the streetlight
haunting our secrets
searching desperately in the breeze –
storms raging
yet make us feel warm,
flame inside's burning
and we're close to resuscitate.

All the stars delight
the whispers in my ears,
beautiful galaxies beneath your skin,
believing your deep breaths of –
"you are not alone because you have us at lonely nights".

You're a beautiful disaster —
there's power in your earthquakes and tornados combined,
touching mine with ravenous passion,
but your heart is crying out for her;
destructively reverberating
louder than any music we've made,
reflecting your empty soul yearning for her.

Fire is consuming me,
and the only thing I hear
are your screams.
I hear you screaming her name while taking shower;
I hear you screaming hear name and it makes you feel home;
I hear you screaming her name in my dreams – even in my nightmares;
I hear you screaming her name
all the days of my life,
and now,
I'm letting you go.