It was a cold, dark and difficult Wednesday
night;
I was walking through a lonely street beneath
the moonlight:
I can't stop thinking of her for a thousand times,
When I'm about to feel that her love is just a lie.

The tears were falling when we broke up only
yesterday,
Yet I still went to her house to tell the last
goodbye.
And I can't believe that our love has its end,
We loosened the tie and we just turned up on
pretending.

After a few minutes...

As I was standing one step apart from her door,
I found something yet I didn't mind it at all;
Still I walked forward and once opened her
house,
And there I saw something that really brought
me down.

I found her lying in front of me on her own
blood;
With a knife on her hand and a letter of her
love.
It was a sorrowful moment I could never ever
forget to see,
When that letter was telling that she killed
herself because of me.

He said:
     "I have loved you, and now I have to confess;
     a crowded mind which is taking me to your place:
     never thought, time will never be gone to waste
     of only having been longing for your embrace."-

She said:
     *"Why? 'Twas too late for me to hear those words,
     you're so nice, yet you can't now invade my world:
     the rain has come, and washed away all my tears;
     I have now my only one, I'm complete whenever he's near."

Months later...

She said:
     "Will you come to me, and hold me tight?
     He was just a man of broken dreams to take those bites:
     I was under on his skin, but I swept the dusts away;
     so now I'm running back, back to the place I have stayed."

He said:
     "Why?'Twas too late for me to hear those words,
     you're so kind, yet you can't now invade my world:
     someone has already fixed this fragile heart of mine,
     and now, I think the only word I can say to you is goodbye."

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Minsan napapaisip ako,
e kung lubayan na lang kaya kita.
Pero hindi e! Mali!
Yan din kasi ang inisip ko nun
kaya ako nagsisi.
Swerte ko pa nga kasi bumalik
ka pa bilang kaibigan ko.
Kaibigang hinahangad kong
mapansin din ako kahit minsan,
kaibigang pinahahalagahan ko,
at kaibigang sana'y mabatid din
ang sinisigaw nitong puso ko.
Pero hindi e! Mali!
Ang hirap kasing lumugar diyan
sa buhay mo.
Lalo pa't minsan napapatanong ako,
sino nga lang ba ako?
Isang hamak lang na taong,
wala! Walang sinabi sa iba!
Simple lang, di gaya mo.
Nakakatamad din minsan pero,
ano ba?
Pinahahalagahan kita, ikaw rin ba?
Mahalaga rin ba ako sa'yo?
Di naman sa nakikipagkompetensya.
Pero hindi e! Mali!
Marami pa kasing mas nakakalamang
sa'kin diyan,
sino nga lang ba ako?
Kaya minsan napapaisip ako,
e kung lubayan na lang kaya kita,
ano kaya ang mararamdaman mo?

Oo.
Totoo.
Hindi mo kailangan ipagsigawang mahal mo ako
na aakyat pa sa Bundok Apo
para isigaw ang pangalan ko
at ipahayag ang damdamin mo,
sapat na sa akin
ang ibulong mo ang mga salitang
nais kong marinig
mula sa mapang-akit **** mga labi.

Hindi mo kailangang ibase ang nararamdaman mo
sa sinasabi ng mga tao,
dahil hindi natin kailangan
ng kanilang opinyon
para umibig hanggang
sa dulo ng mundo,
hindi sila ang dumidekta
sa kung sino man ang ititibok nitong puso,
hindi natin kailangan
ng kanilang opinyon.
Hindi.

Hindi mo kailangan ipagsigawang mahal mo ako
na sa lahat ng date
na ating mapuntahan ay kailangang
pag-usapan ng mga kaibigan mo,
o libu-libong pictures ang ipopost mo,
dahil ayaw ko lang mawala
ang privacy ng ating relasyon,
sapat na sa akin
ang itago mo ang mga larawang yan,
at titigan pauli-ulit
kapag miss na natin ang isat-isa.

Hindi mo kailangang mainsecure sa iba,
hindi ko sila papatulan,
hindi ko sila papansinin,
hindi kita niligawan
ng mahigit isang taon para saktan lang,
wala akong pake sa kanila,
ikaw ang mahal ko,
oo, mahal kita,
at tanggap ko kung ano ka,
kung anong meron at wala ka,
dahil mahal kita,
mahal na mahal,
hindi mo kailangang mainsecure.
Hindi.

Hindi mo kailangan ipagsigawang mahal mo ako,
sapat na sa akin
ang pag-intindi mo sa mga kamaliang
pilit **** binabayo,
mga pagkukulang
na pilit **** pinupunan,
at mga araw na luha
ang nalalasap
ngunit patuloy ka pa ring
nakahawak sa aking mga kamay
at hindi mo ito binitawan,
kahit pa hintotoro na lang
ang iyong nahahawakan
pero pilit mo pa rin akong inaangat.

Hindi mo kailangan ipagsigawang mahal mo ako,
hindi na kailangan,
dahil alam ko,
dyan sa puso mo,
nakaukit rin ang pangalan ko
at ang pag-iibigan nating dalawa,
hindi mo na kailangan ipagsigawan pa
dahil alam kong mahal mo rin ako.
Mahal mo ako.
Mahal na mahal.

Oo. Totoo.
Hindi mo na kailangan ipagsigawang mahal mo ako,
na aakyat pa sa rurok ng bundok
para isigaw ang pangalan ko,
at ipahayag ang nilalaman
ng damdaming nagsisidhi,
sapat na sa akin
ang ibulong mo ang mga salitang ‘yan
na nais kong marinig
mula sa mapang-akit **** mga labi.

Hindi mo kailangang ibase ang nararamdaman mo
sa sinasabi ng ibang tao,
dahil hindi natin kailangan ng kanilang opinyon
para umibig nang wagas
o hanggang sa dulo ng mundo,
hindi sila ang dumidekta
sa kung sino man ang ititibok nitong puso,
hindi natin kailangan ng kanilang opinyon.
Hindi.

Hindi mo kailangan ipagsigawang mahal mo ako
na sa lahat ng date na ating mapuntahan
ay kailangang pag-usapan ng mga kaibigan mo,
o libo-libong litrato ang ipo-post mo,
dahil ayaw ko lang mawala
ang pagiging pribado ng ating relasyon,
sapat na sa akin
ang itago mo ang mga litratong ‘yan,
at titigan pauli-ulit
kapag miss na natin ang isat-isa.

Hindi mo kailangang ma-insecure sa iba,
hindi ko sila papatulan,
hindi ko sila papansinin,
hindi kita niligawan
nang mahigit isang taon para saktan lang,
wala akong **** sa kanila,
ikaw ang mahal ko,
oo, mahal kita,
at tanggap ko kung sino ka,
kung anong mayro’n at wala sa’yo,
dahil mahal kita.
Mahal na mahal,
hindi mo kailangang ma-insecure.
Hindi.    

Lahat ng bagay, ay aking gagawin,
dahil hindi lang magtatapos ang aking “mahal kita”  
sa bawat letra ng mga salitang
namumutawi sa aking bibig,
hindi ito isang antigong alahas  
na susuotin lamang sa mga piling okasyon,
pagkatapos ay itatago sa kahon,
at kakainin ng alikabok sa lilipas na mga taon,
mamahalin kita kahit sa ano mang panahon:
tirik man ang araw sa pagtawa
o kulimlim man ang gabi sa pag-iyak.
Mahal kita.
Mahal na mahal,
at hindi lang magtatapos ang aking “mahal kita”
sa mahal lang kita,
kukunin ko ang mga agiw sa ‘yong mga lumang gunita,
pilit kong wasakin ang mga pader
na nakaharang sa ating dalawa.    

Hindi mo kailangan ipagsigawang mahal mo ako,
sapat na sa akin ang pagsanay sa sarili
sa ‘yong presensya at pagkandili,
sapat na sa akin ang pag-intindi mo
sa mga kamaliang pilit **** binabayo,
mga pagkukulang na pilit **** pinupunan,
at sa mga araw na kahit luha ang nalalasap
ay patuloy ka pa ring nakahawak sa aking mga kamay
at hindi mo ito binitawan.

Hindi mo kailangan ipagsigawang mahal mo ako,
pumasok ka sa pinakakasulok ng aking utak,
nang mabatid mo ang mga nakasulat,
nakalimbag sa bawat pahina ng aking isip:
ililibot kita,
sa aking nakaraan,
sa aking ngayon
at sa aking bukas,
ilalahad ang pag-aasam na makatakas
sa mga kabiguang natanaw.
Sisirin natin ang pinakailalim ng aking puso,
dito matatagpuan ang pag-ibig
na kailanman hindi mabubura,
hindi maglalaho, para sa nag-iisang ikaw.

Hindi mo kailangan ipagsigawang mahal mo ako,
hindi na kailangan,
dahil alam ko, d’yan sa puso mo,
nakaukit rin ang pangalan ko,
at ang pag-iibigan nating dalawa,
hindi mo na kailangan ipagsigawan pa
dahil alam kong mahal mo rin ako.
Mahal mo ako.  
Mahal na mahal.

Every insomniac night that I have been spending,
Thinking to every man who walked in the midst of darkness:
I know I'm a sinner, so I knelt without doubts to crying;
I believe to You Jesus, Your Heart is where I belong.

The rain has come, and now I'm drowning from the flood,
And the loneliness can never be stopped from changing me:
I spent all my remaining time finding for that wonderful rainbow,
But the bitter I did guess, the best thing I sought You.

I open up to the days for the reality; for the truth
For I can't find any shoulders where to lay my head.
You Heart is my Home, and to look into the skies is a proof
That even if I know I have mistakes I'm still accepted.

People are killing every moment in their lives by those lies,
To which I also committed; but I can't rely on to the price.
You've lifted me Jesus, to the highest happiness You enthroned,
And now I really sound better, for Your Heart is now my Home.

yesterday --- four feet,

     today --- two feet,

          and

               tomorrow --- three feet.

You can never be mine,
you are just a memory
of once yesterday.
Created by love,
destroyed by love.
I accept it.
Even in the hardest times,
but I have to let you go,
and let you see the world
without me,
and let me find
the missing piece of this heart,
that I thought
I already found in you.

Poetry?
When could I write good,
hollow
thoughts were burned.

You were once mine.
You were a dream
then a reality,
now just a memory.
I accept it,
even it's hard to do,
but I have to let you go,
to let you see the world
without me,
to let me find
the missing piece of this heart,
that I thought I found in you

...it freezes like hell,

get your *** back home, here!...

So far
we are
so close...


...so close
yet still
so far.

they say
money can't
buy happiness,

but if only
i could buy
even just
a piece,

i would,
i badly
need it

Isusulat kita.
Sa huling araw na masilayan ko
ang tamis ng ‘yong mga ngiti
at sa mapang-akit
**** mga labi.

Isusulat kita.
Habang nakikita ko pa
ang aking sarili
sa kislap ng ‘yong mga mata,
bago ka lumisan,
dahil matagal pa
ang ‘yong pagpihit
mula sa ibang daigdig.

Isusulat kita.
Sa mga titik at letrang
namumutawi sa aking bibig,
hindi ko hahayaang
malusaw na lamang
sa pagtakbo ng oras,
mabaon sa limot,
patungo sa karimlan.

Isusulat kita.
Habang tanaw pa natin
ang mapula-pulang sunset
na kakulay ng puso nating dalawa
at kayakap kita.
Yayakapin kita.
Hanggang sa magbubukang-liwayway
ang tanaw nating takipsilim.
Yayakapin pa kita.
Sana.

Isusulat kita.
Sa kailaliman ng gabi,
sa dilim,
sa nagsisidhing damdamin,
kung saan sinag lang ng buwan
ang tanging namamasadan,
at ang kayakap ko na lang
ay ang mga basang unan.

Isusulat kita.
Kasabay ng pagpigil
sa pagpatak ng luha
habang nakikita
ang ‘yong mga hakbang
paakyat sa bus dahil uuwi ka na.
Habang ang sinasakyan
ko namang dyip
ay papalayo ng palayo sa ‘yo,
ihahataid na
kung saan ako ngayon
ay iniisip ka.

Isusulat kita.
Ikaw ang ipaloloob
nitong aking akda,
bawat berso, bawat tugma,
ikaw ang nasa isip,
ang iisipin ulit
hanggang sa tumunog bukas
ang naka-set kong alarm
at magising na lang
na nasa malayo ka na.

We have imagined the world
beyond these curtains and proven...

..."Life" is a palindrome.

Snakes are killing worms,
without knowing
victory can only be seen by two naked eyes.

Somehow, we were born to die.

The sun has been covered with heavy clouds
which define the ocean to be dark,

the wind helps our boat we sail
yet the breeze is now singing melancholy.

The rainbows are not always colorful
if we choose to walk through
these vacuous and winding roads
for each regret travels always after the dead-ends;

and these wraiths inside our heads
forbid us to notice that

the morning dew suddenly taste sour
and seconds immediately turned to hours.

Perhaps, we, humans, have never learnt
to count the time we wasted.

the clouds
are dancing
beside the moonlight,

i can smell
the fragrance
of the sea breeze,

the wind blows
in sweetest rhythm
of how our hearts
beat when we're together,

the leaves sway
like we hold
each other's hands,

lying in the sand,
i realized,
we never grow up,
we're always
too young
to fall in love

I am no poet, only poetic
who could never kiss the moon
in the evening twilight;
nor a man with a heart of roses,
to exude the fragrance of his love.

I am no poet, who can pen
profound mysteries about the past,
nor a man of beautiful promises
to be kept safe until the world is dust.

I am no poet, only poetic
who could never touch the souls
of every woman’s dreams;
nor a man with arms of a gladiator,
to protect her forever
from the shadows of her grief.

And as the sun sets in the horizon
from another blemished morning end,
resembles tears of thine eyes;
for my love for you, my majesty,
will never be enthroned
into your kingdom,
like when I am with you,
like I am to you,
my tongue speaks,
I am no poet, only poetic.

I design for love,
I see me on their mirrors;
be my remedy.

I hope someday
my undying love
will be able
to entice you again,
in order to escape
this heart of mine
which have devoured
by corroded pain.

'Tis end of the world...

                   ...after ice and fire collide.

Impressions,
     Expectations,
          Disappointments,
Imprinted on beautiful
minds.
Rivers ran through
my veins,
As I tried to bite off
more than one can chew;
To every music,
I danced
But I cut my tongue,
once.

Skeptics,
     Critiques,
          Vanity
Even at the depths of
my despair,
Good things were dead,
worsts were born;
I was distorted by lies
because I lied too
So I cut my tongue,
again.

Changes,
     Changes,
          Changes
In every rhythm of
my breath,
I tried to re-build
those memories,
Still I could not.
I might hurt people
with my words,
Better cut my tongue
into pieces.

I don’t like you.
When the wind blows and I think of you,
I hate it.
I don’t like you in a way
that you always make me worry.
I don’t like you because when I really miss you,
you’re still not missing me.
I don’t like you like my eyes;
they’re no good for me,
I don’t like it when you’re the only one I see.
I cry. I sleep. I wake up.
I think of you, and I hate it.
I don’t like it because it only reminds me
of how you love someone else
when in fact I’m here, waiting for you.
I don’t like you like the moon,
which disappears when the morning comes.
I don’t like you.
I hate you.
I don’t like you when you smile at me,
you’re only taking my breath away,
I don’t like it because I know
those smiles are not made for me.
But most of all,
I hate you so much
because you’re still making me fall in love.
I don’t like you!
I don’t like you simply because I love you!

"I used to.
But I'm already tired
digging your holes!"

"We're done.
I remember.
I'm also tired
playing your *****!"

If I die, tonight
don't cry,
pick the petals off a rose
and throw the thorns
at my doorstep
with your lies,
how could you tell them
I was important
to you,
when you were not there
when I needed
you the most?

If I die, tomorrow
don't follow,
this is my way
of giving up to the world
that has already
given up to me,
how could you show
those tears,
when you were not there
when I tried to resist
the fears?

If I die, yesterday
don't believe,
I have already died
a thousand times
before you knew
this cold flesh
is in my grave,
how could you find
solace in memories,
when you left me
in the church today?

I'm crying in the rain,
so no one would notice.

I found a girl who can ever rule my world,
     a girl who makes me lose control.

I found a girl who renewed the pains on my eyes,
     a girl I never thought was an angel in disguise.

The day is completely incomplete
     without her around,

And the air is consistently inconsistent
     if I can't hear her sound.

I found a girl who will not let me stay being blue,
I found a girl ---
     a girl who is
          someone
               like you.

Is there someone who would
     be proud if I achieve my goals?
But how about, if I couldn't
     reach them all?
Is it still worth living when in that
     certain moment I would fail?
If this life has never been consistent,
     do I have to keep pretending
     in what I feel?

Is there someone who would cry
     for me if I lost my way?
How about being happy if I found
     the treasures in me?
Is there someone who would dare
     to catch me the time I fall?
But if this life is making me useless,
     do I have to be hanged
     from each blood-stained wall?

Is there someone who would wipe the tears,
     and would never let them return?
Someone whom I chose to conquer,
     but has never been conquered after all;
Is there still a rainbow after a rain —
     after everything has been flooded?
If this life is often so unfair,
     is there someone who would
     be my remedy for those tears?

Is there someone else who would
     throw flowers when I'm gone?
Someone who would be saving
     my last breath on happiness
     within her arms?
Is there someone who would
     see me, hear me, and love me
     though I'm not the best?
If this life has never been mine,
     do I have to take the risk
     to take the rest?

Is there a freedom for effervescence,
     and an effervescence for freedom?
Is there someone for no one,
     and no one for someone?
Is there an answer to each question
     that I could write but couldn't say?
And if this life is made to be wonderful;
     can you tell me, yes or no —
     can you tell me who are they?

If thy love has begun, foresee but lies
It might be the ruins to things which rhyme.
Minds be awaken haply ev'ry morn
And perceive a day as if 'tis the last:
Trust thy heart to a tongue, resembles truth
Walk a road that'd ne'er lead to a lost,
And teach oneself to be freed from the scars
To forget the pain from those lonely cries.
If thy love has begun, sail through the wind
Ne'er be afraid to fall, ne'er be afraid;
Smile for happ'ness, grieve for the hard times:
Let thy love decides diff'rent kind of eyes,
For no one can resist or hide from this
Thus, if thy love has begun, accept it.

you are [S]uch a cryptic [E]y[E]

of once m[I]sery, of once truth,

[M]y self[I][S]h devotion[S] for love,

[Y][O][U] made me swallowed.

Believe me, [I] lied to myself

o[N]ly wh[E]n I can s[E]e you, or hear,

hate me now, for I'm not a [D]evil

beyond everybody's borders.

But if [Y][O][U] can't find a key for hatred,

then shut your mouth and kiss me...

Sa paglakaw niining mga gabon
sa kalangit-on
Sama sa isa ka pagbaklay kauban ka
padulong ngadto sa kalipayon
Ang bidlisiw sa adlaw kanunay
gayud sa atoa nga magasiga
Kay ikaw sa tunhay mao
ang akong gugma.

Wala ko namatyagan nga ikaw mubaot
niining akong kinabuhi
Wala ko usab damha nga ang akong
kasing-kasing sa imo diay mulingi
Karon, ang dagat dili
na hintawon parat
Kay ikaw man ang akong gugma, busa dili
gayud tika ipahilak.

Ang matag-gabii nako, karon dili
na matugnaw
Mahitungod sa imong gugma nga sa tanan
gayud nagpatigbabaw
Ang gubot nga butang ginabag-o mo,
ikaw ra gayud akoa
Ug ikaw ginahigugma ko kagahapon, karon
og hangtod sa ugma.

Sa mainit mo nga mga gakos, sa matam-is
**** mga halok
Sa maanyag **** pagngisi, mawagtang
diritso ang akong pagkalagot
Gikinahanglan taka sama sa hangin,
tubig ug uban pa
Kay ikaw sa tunhay mao
ang akong gugma.

Dili na ako mulambinggit pa ngadto sa
uban nga dalan
Kay nagakuyog naman kita nga nagalakaw
nganhi sa kahangturan
Paminawa ang tanan ko nga gipangsulti
kay tinuod kani sila
Nganong mamakak man lugar ako, nga ikaw man
sa tunhay mao ang akong gugma.

i left a love letter at your closet,
to let these feelings
be known,
of being blessed
and ecstatic, a woman
of your existence,
i found

someone
who holds me
so dearly, despite
being ill-tempered

someone
who would grasp
every moment
with me, even
in the darkest of days
unfold

someone
who understands me
in times, i could not
understand
myself either

someone
who hugs me
so tight, when i feel
the deepest despair
i could no longer
fathom

i left a love letter at your closet,
to let these feelings
be known,
in every
morning breath we take,
of you, you alone,
my salvation

i love you
for a lifetime of bless,
forever, as it might,
often could not stand
the changes of life,
but i love you, as always
as the moon dies
to meet
the dawning light

I'm starting to like you
and it's all your fault.

Three days were left
and I'll be gone forever.
Forever means,
you won't see me anymore.
And if you're lucky enough
to see me in the news
or hear my name.
Then probably,
that would be the time
that I was dead.

'tis a déjà vu,
I've declined...


so now's hello to goodbye...

I'm not afraid
of dying,
but of living,
yes, living,
it scares me.

Of losing someone,
of everything,
of living
in nothingness,
and in pain.

It scares me
to know,
that life isn't fair,
of people's judgment,
where is freedom?

You live in the world
of broken dreams,
of broken vows,
and of broken wings.

I'm not afraid
of dying,
but of living,
of losing someone
you love.

I'm not gonna miss you,
you are always
in my mind,

when I fall asleep
at night,
I will just remember
we lay under
the same stars.

I will take a piece
of your beating heart,
and make it mine,

so when we are apart,
I will not be alone;
you may be far
but never gone.

I'm not gonna miss you,
but your kisses and hugs,
your smiles that struck
like lighting
in my eyes,

I'm not gonna miss you,
but the way
you make my days
complete,
those feelings
that always bring me
to my knees.

You are not
a perfect love poem,
you are full of flaws
and mysteries,
words often rhyme,
often not,
enticing words
are written —
still not enough.

You are
an imperfect
love poem
of an
imperfect poet.

Yet you may not be
a perfect poetry,
still my ink
stained you
with love,
you —
you are perfect
for me.

I never write my words to make you smile,
rather, to make me be loved by your love.
I still keep waiting under this old oak tree
to where I want you beside here with me;
we will watch the sun sets along the horizon,
and together read the lines of my poems.
This feelings worth fighting for, the problem,
if you accept it for you to be dethroned.
I need you to be my queen under my castle,
under the heart full of wishes and dreams,
you will not find emptiness behind my walls
I will be with you till this world will end,
and I never write my words to make you smile,
rather, to make me be loved by your love.

Infatuation...
is when you find somebody
who is absolutely perfect.
Infatuation says,
"I love you because I need you."

Love...
is when you realize
that they aren't
and it doesn’t matter.
Love says,
"I need you because I love you."