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A coffee stain on my poetry,
Pottery of shadows showered

Along the hallow pavements
Of my memory.

Each has its own reason for
Being, there and here.

Not until the skyline has been
Invaded by the dawn,

And a new beginning is another
Closing of meanings.

Not until the skyline has been
Invaded by the dawn,

And a new meaning is another
Madness of being.
University of the Philippines---Diliman
Quezon City, Philippines
J.
Sa mga panahong naaalala
Kita, muling nagpupunla ng
Sarikulay ang panganorin
Sa kaparangan ng lambong

Ng gabi.

Sanggol mo akong dinuduyan
Sa piling ng gunita't pagsintang
Mababakas sa balintataw

Ng panahon.

Bumabakas din sa buhanging
Makailang ulit mang igupo
Ng alon, ng pagkakataon
Eternal ngang nakaguhit

Ang iyong pag-iral sa hiwaga
Ng puso, isang bagong pagsuyo;
Sa mga panahong naalala kita...
Sa pagtulog mo
ang tanging hiling
ay mayakap ka.
Ang bawat awit
na hinuhuni ng aking puso
ay alay
para lamang sayo.

Nakakapit sa pag-asang
magdadaop muli ang ating mga palad,
na matititigan kong muli
ang iyong mga mata
habang
ang ating mga labi
ay unti unting naglalapit
para sa isang halik
na pinakaaasam.
Ang halik
na siyang bubuhay muli
sa daloy
ng ating minsang ipinangakong
pag-ibig na wagas.

*note: This poem is in the Filipino/Tagalog language from the Philippines
I lay on my bed with waves of depression drowning me slowly.
My eyes close as tears seep out.
"How could it have ended this way..?"
--
Passion and love make my heart swell,
I think he's feeling it as well.
Our kisses grow hungry and greedy
now my body is needy.
We are bared to each other,
there's no need for another.
Our bodies twine together
we are connected now.
Giving everything we have to each other...
I look into his eyes and see...love?
-
-
I awake from a dream of he and I,
he is the reason I cry...
A pain tears my heart apart.
"If only I knew he'd hurt me from the start..."
--
He lays next to me, slick with sweat, smiling.
My heart leaps and he coaxes a smile onto my features.
-
-
My body trembles, it's time.
I reach over and grab my razor,
the time is prime.
I'm going to bleed out these memories tonight.

— The End —