"It's just a pinch,
you soon won't feel,"

says the brain.

"It's just a pinch,
I'd soon get used to it,"

says the one that
beats
and is
beaten.

Mahal kita.

Ay, hindi.

Mahal
parin
pala
kita.

You know what's
most heartbreaking?

Seeing the back
of someone you used to lean on

fades

as he walks

away

for the
last time.

she was too busy
sheltering a heart
that when it learnt
to flap its wings,
she was left

-a debris, empty
*****.

Appear, disappear
one heart,one soul
one soul, one heart
disappeared

appeared.

She used to have knots
like ties they had
intertwined
like vines
no wind could separate.

But today
she cut her hair

along with all
dead promises
of
holding on

The mechanics are just easy...

Someone spins you around
in the middle of the universe
letting all the forces
stop you from choosing
who you really wanted,
so you end up
taking turns
until everyone leaves
you

alone and empty.

I was in the middle
of reading an
old dusty diary

when suddenly
a familiar man
hovered through my door
without even knocking.

I couldn't talk
couldn't even move
as we connect thru eyes
while my heart sings
the familiar rhythm
his too could harmonize.

He slowly walked
towards me
and I found myself
clutching the familiar
ache my heart had been
bleeding
since the last day I saw him.

He reached for my hand
and I was contained
with thousands of
nameless feelings.

All I knew was that
I'm in thorn between
touchig him
and holding that
old dusty diary.

Now I'm left
on the very last page
without any choice
but to  let him go
and close
this old dusty diary.

was laughing
flying in clouds
passing the rainbows
as you bring
all colours
my eyes have
never seen

but tonight...

I'm beginning
to fear the feels.

for you might
have just showed up

to warn and give me
storm surges.

Everything's still vivid to me
like a pristine water in a flowing river,
and just how each drop kissed all shades of rocks beneath.

There was silence all over the place
even the sea hummed the calmest hymn
and wind whispered through sun's ear
who peeked a smile so bright, so warm.

The horizon seemed so perfect
like a flawless line drawn on a clean canvas
painted with colours we see at dusk.

All minds knew it was just an ordinary day
that no soul hath realized
everything that then appeared
was already a silent warning.

Until stillness swallowed by waves
and calmness thorn by thunders
all waters flashed and passed
the shore in awe and reached the land.

I could still vividly remember...

how everything from a peaceful land
was eaten

by a silent hungry monster

created by the ones whom she once loved.

I still don't get it
how humans seemed
to be so picky
when in fact
both
black and white
chocolates
have just the same
sweet taste.

Can't we just
perfectly blend
like cookies and creme
that gives joy
to the littles?

we were like
crazy species
inloved.

Remember when we used
to walk our way home?

I always kept my phase
slower than yours.

So that
when time comes
and we wouldn't have
any choice
but to part ways,

it wouldn't be that painful
to watch your back

fades.

It's by walking out from your shadows
that made me cross the line towards
a peculiar timezone.

Now I'm a floating colorful rainbow
in here

while you're all shades
of greyish rains
from the past.

"What time is it?"
says the busy man.
"Eight in evening, sir."
says an employee on another OT day.

"What time was it?"
says the busy woman.
"It was at seven thirty-six last night."
says her mother's doctor.

"What time will they be home?"
says the son in his PJs,
waiting from the windows...

There's a reason
why coach calls for time outs

It's either
he cares for his players
or he was bothered by the numbers.

Either way,
I prefer watching the ball freed.

I wrote your name on a sticky note
along with the words
"I need to forget!!!"

so I won't forget
that I need to forget.

There's an ache in every ending,
regardless of how happy or tragic it is.

It's like an aftertaste next to the last sip of your fav'rite coffee,

or that twitch of pinch you feel when a familiar song plays from nowhere, reminding you of someone you once used to sing it with.

It's the aftermath brought by a long day full of thunderstorms,

the chills that linger after you've finished a novel writen by an unknown author,

the way you fail to move for holding back your tears the moment the words "THE END" rolled up on screen.

...you feel so filled, yet empty.

I'd keep on coming back
to that one same shore

in hopes to still
feel the prints we made
through sand

and a constant pray'r that
our Mighty sea
would sail you back to me

no matter how the wind
pulls us apart.

It is still a wonder
how each of its spines
keeps her alive.
Like how she holds on still
despite all adversaries
she had to fight
within her roots.

And with that
I came to ask...

Have you seen her bloom?

If you did,
you might have seen
the merit...

She's more than
a dozen roses' worth.

Beautiful people are those
who wear their crowns in thrones
they do not whip nor grim
in awe they care for praise.

Beautiful people are those
who earned a spot in board
like kings and queens in games
protect them or you lose.

Beautiful people they call themselves
in applause they held heads high
chin up, eyes down on men
or the masks and crowns will fall.

Never had I thought
how being apart
of what used to be
my ev'rything
would let me
be free
from what had been
caging me...

I never knew
I could fly
'til
I let all of him
burnt into ash.

which pains
the most...

him, forgetting
every untold
story of us,

or the other
way around.

I've been carrying
this book
from a past.

Had read it
tons of times
and in every chapter
was caught off guard
by an unfamiliar face

How could
an old dusty book
be anew each time
I go back
to where I
last pronounced
its line?

And everytime
I reach its end
I'm still wondered...

I'm a shattered soul
once more.

You love the sky so much
that when the shiniest star
hath moved,
you call a desp'rate plea
to win her back.

Never had you noticed
how firmly pinned I've been
on the same old spot
you once have loved.

She adores the moon
like no one could.

so when she asked
had he found love,

he told her how lovely
the moon shines
above.

oh how lovely
to an ear
this word was!

Until people
became frightened
to hear it once.

Unlike the missing piece
on a puzzle;
an incomplete work of art,

the unfinished
written poem,
and the scribbles
along the walls.

A blank canvas
caught by the eye
could give
the greatest lesson
of them all...


Emptiness isn't worst
after all.