Ang oras ay nagbabago,
kung minsan pa nga di natin
namamalayan ito,
dahil sa pagiging abala natin
sa mga bagay-bagay na akala
natin importante,
subalit yun pala ay hindi.

Nasa huli ang pagsisisi,
ika nga ng mga matatanda,
sa kadahilanang di na natin
maibabalik pa ang mga oras
na nasayang natin,
na sana ay may nagawa pa tayong
mas makapagbigay kaligayan sa atin,
at mas kapakipakinabang
sa paglubog ng panibagong araw.

Ngunit pwede naman nating pagsikapan,
na susunod ay aayusin ito,
at mas pagtuunan ng pansin
ang mga prayoridad sa buhay,
tandaan na kahit magbago man ang oras,
lilipas man ito,
meron namang pagkakataong
maitama ang mga kamaliang
nagawa mo.

we once dreamed of a paradise,
those sunsets and sunrise;
but of these tears we couldn't hide,
i'll always be by your side

a place where all lost hope is found,
chances beneath the ground;
but of these failures in dawning light,
i'll seek courage to fight

we've imagined beautiful sceneries,
to escape from all the miseries;
but of these mysteries sudden unfold,
i'll offer my life till we're old

we once dreamed of a paradise,
those sunsets and sunrise;
but of these chaos like a caged dove;
i'll build paradise with our love

Ikaw akong ginahigugma labaw sa tanan
Hinglabi na sa kalibutanhong mga butang,
Ikaw nagapundo ra gayod sa akong dughan
Di matugkad nga gugma, imong mabatsyagan.

Sa matam-is kong mga pahiyom,
Ako lamang gahilom, apan mapalaumon
Nga ikaw sa tunhay ako gayod nga maangkon
Dumdumon mo, sa pagmata sa kadlawon.

Sa mga luha nga nagabara niining mga mata
Gani gayod imo kining maamguhan unta,
Ang akong mga kapakyasan ug kakulba
Nga ikaw hapit na gayod mahilayo sa akoa.

Anaa pa bay laing paagi sa pagpakita sa kasubo?
Di ko makapugngan ang pagbiya mo kanako,
Apan ania ra ko mag-atong sa imong pagbalik
Bisan madawatan ko lang gihapon kay mga kasakit.

Niadto ko, nibisita sa lugar
Kon asa mi una nagkita;
Mao ra japon,
Ang mga kahoy ug mga bulak
Nagasambit sa among gugma
Nga hain pa man dili gayod mawala.
Siya akong tunhay nga kalipay
Sa pagmata ko matag-buntag,
Tunhay nga kasingkasing
Sa iyaha, akong ginapamatyag.
Nikuha ko ug papel,
Aron magsulat ug balak para kaniya;
Maot man paminawon, apan
Akong buhaton nga patsyada.
Nitan-aw ko sa blanko nga papel,
Naghuna-huna,
Ug sa dihang nakahinumdum hinuon ko,
Unsaon man diay nako pagsulat sa balak;
Nga ang bolpen iya man diay’ng gidala,
Adtong minglakaw na siya ug una.

Igapos mo ako
sa lilim na 'yong puso,
at doo'y liliwanag
ang damdaming nakatago.
Na sa gabing alitaptap lamang
ang masulyapan,
tutubuan ng pakpak
ang pag-ibig na natagpuan.

Lilipad kasabay ng mga ulap
at hindi na halos maabot,
sa kulog o kidlat ma'y
hindi natatakot.
Na handang suongin
kahit malakas na hangin,
upang pakpak nito'y nakalatag
pa rin sa papawirin.

Mapadpad man tayo
sa lawak ng dagat,
mga puso natin doo'y
maglalayag.
Na tayo'y sabay dadaong
sa ating mga pangarap,
na sa dako paroo'y
naghihintay at umaandap.

Trying to light a candle
through the darkest of nights,
writing a love poem
in the middle of the fight.

The moon is drawn closer
to every foolish tears,
and the sound of silence
is now gone in a blink.

It is hard to hold you
forever in my arms,
but in every failure,
are the things we learned.

I might not forget you,
even the dawn is sunset again,
in the pale moonlit night,
you are my favorite kind of pain.

hindi kita minahal
at sana'y 'wag **** paniwalaang
kahit minsan ma'y iniisip pa rin kita;
nanaisin pang iwanan ka't limutin ang nakaraan
samakatuwid hindi ko
gugunitain ang mayroon tayo noon
nais ko lamang na lisanin na ang mundo
ngayong wala ka na,
ako ay liligaya na ng kasintulad ng dati
papa'no pa ba kaya
mababatid mo'ng lahat ng ito
kung sa ngayong nakatago pa ang mga luha sa'yong mga mata
ngunit paalam na lang ba ang s'yang bukambibig upang
makalimutan ang iyong mga ngiti
na hindi ko
hangad na mahagkan ka sa t'wina
  (ngunit ang totoo, basahin mo mula sa ibaba)

iisang panalangin
puso'y maangkin
ako sana'y ibigin.

Bawat hakbang sa buhay na aking tinatamasa
binibilang ko't, nag-aasam ika'y makasama;
wari'y may 'sang tinig na nagsasabing hintayin ka
dahil sa pangakong binitawan mo sa 'sang umaga.

Ni walang bagay na maihahambing sa 'yo,
sakripisyo't hinagpis, alay ko sa kahapong bigo:
puso'y nangangamba, mababalikan pa ba kaya
dahil sa pangakong tinatanghali na't, wala ka pa.

Tambad sa 'king isipan, nag-iisang ikaw
pawang pag-asang makita ka lang sa pagdungaw:
isipa'y kaygulo kung nasaan ka na, aking sinta;
ang pangakong dapit-hapon na't, batid na yaring mga luha.

Paper boat on the river,
sailing, hoping it could take
his dreams into the horizons.

Paper boat of a kid, smile —
in every breath of innocence;
no rules, no lies, no fears.

And it was gone, drowned —
lost in heartaches and tears;
living is accepting failures.

Then he made another one,
hoping it could sail once again —
but it is not the same anymore.

fly into the clouds
along the wind and the birds
find her, my lover
she left me wounded, speechless
hope she can read your sweet words

My weeks have been fluctuated since you were gone,
delusive questions are still thirsty for real answers.
My cries are prolonged beyond
these sweetest smiles,
and my heart beats for no one, like it never had.

The days turned cold because my arms are alone;
nothing but only you, can make me less forlorn.
I showed you diff'rent love, so unrequited
thus, 'tis my fault:
mistakes are undressed; I am lost.

'Twas just because we're becoming strangers again,
that your absence is taking me further with this pain.
I don't know how to perish sadness;
it already perished me:
and all I can do is to chase butterflies
on the isolated rain.

Truth was void, and I hope you understand,
that ev'ryone of us will be leaving from this land:
I never told you about my situation;
but belive me, my life is defined by loving you,
more than else could ever do.

May you will be moving on
because I will never be back here anymore;
and as you read this letter;
save your tears for tommorow.
My life was a journey, and you left me
along the diff'cult roads;
our love we conquered, was against all odds.

The door was closed; 'tis all set and done,
our mem'ries will be withered anyway on the ground.
and as you read this letter;
save my love for last.
Sorry and goodbye, are the best words to utter,
now that I'm already dead;
well, now that you already know what happened.
The rain was over.

Pen me a thousand verses
of hatred, of love, of peace;
pen me a thousand verses,
o'er those clouds of sorrows.

Pen me a thousand verses
to sail the ocean of emptiness,
accept failures of bygone days,
for there is always tomorrow.

Cry the most beautiful pain,
pen a thousand verses again;
shadow of fears will then end,
moon will illumine the night.

Pen verses for a heart to mend,
profound words are explained,
'nother chapter of life will begin;
pen verses of the journey's fight.

Stirring some cups of coffee of thoughts
     from ocean of ideas rose above through the sunrise;
I am a poet not, I am just a kid with boring words,
     critics are everywhere, how do you find my poems?

These graffiti on my mind hanged along the walls,
     are trying to convey who literally am I used to be,
with points of view, questions, which sometimes *****!
     But if you can only utter empty phrases, then shut up!

Do not judge me, I am no superman, am not that strong,
     I still bleed upon countless things people spewed out,
there is nothing wrong if I am drawn to pen my words,
     there is nothing wrong about poetry, right?

I am only a beginner, without fruitful thoughts,
     I am poet not, I am just a kid with boring words:
out of style, lack of knowledge towards once philosophy,
     so, how do you find my poems? My poetry?

if you hate
𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴,
𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴
and 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴,
then you are
not ready
to have 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘴
in your life

i'll take
a thousand photos
of your beauty,
you are
every beating
of my heart
camera clicks
hola!
i'm camtivated

The rain caught us
in the middle
of flickering streetlights
in this town,
a dark cold
night walk with you,
we stopped
in a small mart
to grabbed a *****
and talked about
the future,
you smiled
at me,
you rubbed
your warm hands
against my face,
and tears started
to fall.

your CASH
someday will turn to ASH
and SH......
you will also burn in H ..


so beware..

With all these words
     I'm trying to utter right now,
With all these words
     I'm asking deep inside my heart;
With all these words
     I really want you to hear;
With all these words
     that come from
     the highest atmosphere.

I'm missing you,
     do you miss me too?
I need you,
     do you need me too?
I care for you,
     do you care for me too?
I love you...
     and would you hug me
     and say, you do?

To cope up with poetry, is like crossing on traffic railroads or climbing towering mountains, isn't it? But I chose poems (which only few writes) because I love rhyming and mingling words, and I want to unveil what kind of art I have been hanging on my galleries up to these years.

It is ridiculous, right? When you still wander upon the woods of confusions that you cannot pen your words in a better manner, yet you have already written a lot.

Stirring some cups of coffee of thoughts on my mind, somehow is arduous to do, but I am still so thankful I have best readers like all of you.

Poetry is where I am into. I think in order to write. I write in order to learn.

Better to die on my feet...

         than on my knees.

This land upon each foot of yours walked, might be so cruel,
And you cannot be a deaf for those guffaws from everywhere:
Wherein, from that voyage of foolishness they live to prove,
Lies the night behind, for they are blinded from the truth.

Keep breaking the walls which hinder to once greatest moment,
Soon, will be freed from asphyxiation, after they realize your existence
Do not prolong your agony; they are just a bunch of stupid creatures
For there will be someone to hold you on your dejected hours.

True beauty can be sought by the heart; never by the eyes,
Let your thoughts alter the pain and foresee but frozen fires,
Cry for tears; they are trying to break your broken wings
Someday, you will be fled into the azure skies to exalt everything.

So, wake up each morn to taste the sweetness of the dew
For what sudden image you can behold in the mirror is really you.

one plus one...

          ...equals one,

two minus one...

          ....equals zero.

i believe in promises,
it's the wind i would grasp
tightly in my hand,
the depth of an ocean
i would drown to,

i believe in promises,
it's a dream i would wallow
in visions of my sleep,
a morning at my window
i would wake up to,

tomorrow
may not be certain,
still, i believe in it
even if it's made
to be broken

What dragging us to cold anguish...


                   ...is this loud silence.

i love when it rains
in waning moonlight,
spending time
with you in bed;
tight hugs,
purple kisses,
legs apart—
getting wet

build your defenses
as infrangible as

great wall of china
along the himalayan
mountain range

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦
𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴

I was lost in this nameless island
and I could not find my way back home.
Sudden thoughts of mysteries
perplexed my mind;
how did I come here,
when I’m only about to love someone?

I wrote their names in the sand, indeed —
but it was only washed away
by the raging seas.
So then I realized,
it was the demise of all their love for me.

I walked the island —
and surrendered my heart in peace.
No one uttered those words
my ears ever wanted to hear,
so my tears could no longer be ceased.

When I’m about to **** my eyes
with the melancholic whisper of the breeze,
I suddenly found a starfish
beneath those ridging waves.

I was covered by contentment,
for I will never be alone anymore in this island.
So I ran towards her, to offer the warmth
she might had needed for years.

So lovely, so beautiful, so romantic,
I fell in the love all over again;
I felt something I could never explain.
I found the starfish beyond my solitude,
and hope she will be with me
until no more ends. 

Without doubts,
I decided to go nearer to where she was,
and took her away from the harmful water.
I was so happy,
now we are closer enough
to know each other better.

Is this really destined to happen?
I already begged for forgiveness
but still never forgiven.
I thought the water is harmful
so I took away what it owns,
and supposed that the starfish
would be glad if I would make her mine.
But suddenly, she just died.
 
When will I find complete happiness?
I thought I have already known
how to make everything stay with me,
but it only gave me loneliness again.
The starfish died because of me —
because of my selfish intentions,
I was so self-centered.

So then I realized,
the reason why people left me
even in the hardest battle in life,
and even I needed someone
when my laughter was outnumbered by cries.

Yes, every person I had — then vanished,
was just a reincarnation of the starfish.

my greatest creation
every time i fall
to  my own instinct,
my loveliest breath
every time i'm suffocated
from that garbage of tears,

here, i could do anything
my heart desires:
i could burn the rain,
i could freeze the fire;
no one can hurt me,
i control everything
like turning every sunset
into sunrise,

hey!

the coffee on my metal cup
is now getting cold,
i should drink it up
before i will lose the day;
the alarm clock above my head
is now shouting so loud,
i should better wake up ---

to face the reality...

Before you surrender yourself
to someone else,
think first if that someone
is deserving enough
to take care of your everything.

nostalgia,
a chain in the past,
keeps pulling me
back and forth,
the pain haunts me
but still, i long
for your warmth

The remnants of memories
can be so addictive
like the moon waning the tides,
and you, alone in dark places
with painful stories,
longing to walk by the shore,
to feel the warm embrace
of the breeze,
to listen the melancholic sound
of the waves
until the dawning light
appears before your eyes,
to find an escape
for you are caught in the middle
of the ocean and the sky.

The remnants of memories
can be so addictive
like 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯
𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴,
and you,
alone in dark place
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴
𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦,
longing to walk
by the shore,
to feel
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦
𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦,
to listen
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥
𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴
until the dawning light
appears before your eyes,
to find an escape
for you are caught
𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦
𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺.

i recognize
this place,
it reminds me
of how
our love story
began
and ends

You might think
falling in love
is a scary experience–

that will make you
vulnerable
to show your feelings
and will only leave you
hurting.

Love is worth
the risk–
do not be afraid
to love someone
who makes you
happy and vulnerable.

the leaf
makes
the rose
beautiful
and not
the flower

pull me closer
into your arms
hold me tight
don't let me go
till friction stops
till morning sun,
i'll be with you
in a century,
i'll be your peace
of mind—a sanctuary