You have found your home
in the arms of someone
I couldn't be
and all the glitter showers
I used to love
turned into dust
my eyes can't stand.

She loves shiny things,
and perhaps that's the reason why
she adores all stars at night.

The only thing she doesn't like
is how all glittery magics disappear
when all her reals are gone
she was left to wipe
her eyes to dry.

He who wants
to be selfish
has not sinned
until
he became
so greedy
to swallow
more than
what
he can put
on his spoon.

You see it coming
without knowing when
and from nowhere you knew
you’d shake your hand
with death

the thing is
you’d never be
prepared
nor be enough
to calm

when waves
began to swallow
your boat,

you’d be gone
in the shore
of grief.

Gusto ko sanang hilingin sa mga bituin na ibalik ka sa akin
isigaw sa buong kalangitan kung gaano ako nasasaktan
Habang ibinubulong ng mga butil ng luhang pumapatak mula sa mga mata ko
ang pait ng katotothanang patuloy pa rin akong umaasang
tulad ko’y umaasa ka pa rin
umaasang maibabalik pa natin ang dati.

Gusto ko sanang maniwala sa mga mumunting tinig
Ng mga kulisap, sinasabing “ayos lang yan, magiging ok din ang lahat.”
Na sa bawat lipad ng mga alitaptap
Dala ay liwanag na magbubukas sa kinabukasang
Tayo pa rin hanggang sa hinaharap.

Gusto ko sanang umasa
At huwag mapagod sa mga panalanging
Bukas pag gising ko’y ikaw na ang nasa tabi
Na ang mga walang kasing tamis **** ngiti ang sasalubong
Sa akin mula sa akala kong walang katapusang bangungot
Ng sakit at pighati.

Gusto ko sana
Gusto ko
Gustong gustong gusto ko
Na sanang mawala lahat ng sakit
Lahat ng poot
Lahat ng pag aalinlangan
Lahat lahat
Pati na ang mga alalang
Pilit nagsususmiksik
Sa kaibuturan ko
Mga alaalang naging mitya ng kahapon
At naging hudyat ng ngayon
Ang bagong ikaw at ako
Na minsang naging tayo.
Mga alalang naging dahilan…

Gusto ko
Gustong gustong gusto ko ng
Kalimutan siya.

Sorry.
Pero hindi ko pa rin pala kaya.

She loves like poems
and stars and moon-
grandeur, finest, calm

But he's an ocean,
lightnings and thunders-
chaotic, loud, ******.

Both unwilling to change
but in tides and trenches
they meet.

I knew how to spell it
I even loved pronouncing it
By day and by night
it made my life complete
Until the tragic came...

the moment I had to wipe it all,
forget it…

and just run.

No.

Not yet.

Not until you
feel that pulse
that says...

You could grow old
with that one.

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.

You said part of healing
is showing my truth
so I told you my story.

Only it was too late
to notice
I was already drowning

from healing over him
to falling deeper
with you.

He had awaken the flame
that has been asleep
for all seasons gone
only to leave her
ice cold frost one moonlit night

but with a tiny
little hope to fate,
she counted drops
like how leaves fall
on cobblestones

She was left
clutching unto knife
pointing in her
iced stone heart

and though
she cries during
summer eves,
she made sure not to bleed
all winter days.

Oh what a wonderful
castle she had built
in bricks she fenced
its peace
no thorn could ever
cross

until one cold winter night,
a painter came
with graffiti he whispered
all flowers bloom
on spring
even on fall
all naked trees would bow.

That when she woke up
from a life-time death,
her walls...

unshattered
yet changed.

He was my sunset;
the kind of home
I embrace after all tiring days,
the one I would always
give my admirations with

He was my sunset;
the warmth I am calmed with
the one I would always
run at after all stormy threats

He was my sunset;
the reason why I breathe
in between all the saddest endings.

And when he fights and loses
against all his darkness,
I would still look at him
with all the adorations I could give
even if I see
only shadows of his love.

Sometimes,
he stands like a mountain
So tall.
So proud,
that I cannot even reach
a glimpse of him

And then
there are those
times
when I feel
like a floating boat
waiting for him to
come up from his
deepest crest.

Either way,
I prefer holding
his hand

For in both corners
he is in...

He settles in places,
while I collect all the stamps.
He loves to break rules;
I end up breaking within.
He sewed patches
unto his sleeves,
and I was too busy
stitching my wounds.

He peacefully
lays at night;
I stay awake,
lamenting the sounding
blast of his comfort.

We both end up on our own pillows.
His is a smiling moon.
Mine a pouring rain.

Learned to pour
all the love
I deserved
unto my empty cup

Only to find out
I've been thirsty
the whole time
I was sunken,
drowning
by self-love.

How heavy
is it to carry
all the
hidden feelings
inside your ribcage?

How painful is it
to breathe
with a heart stabbed?

How arduous
does it seem
to go on
with the
unspoken truth?

How could you close
a book with torn pages
you were afraid to read

like making someone home
just to walk out
of that door
she kept chained
for so long-

that same door
she more than willingly
opened to shelter you.

I didn't love him into halves
to leave myself the half that I deserve

I loved him in whole
'cause that's his worth

though in pieces
I received my heart back.

So much kinds of hunger
in this world you'd meet
and the only craving being kept
denied
is the most painful one
one had to have-

that longing for someone
you know you can't be greedy for...

I chose to be happy
To smile with no regrets

I chose to be witty
To be valiant and not to hate

I chose to move
To turn and not to look back
again

but memories go  strong
as time choose to run
when yesterday now ends
I wipe to reminisce again

And there,
at the end of the day
I still choose
to cry
again.

I guess it’ll soon be better
I guess we’ll be okay in a moment
I guess I’ll be wearing my smile again.
I guess..
I guess..
I just guessed
As I’ve always been.
Now I guess
I already know how
*Not to guess at all.

I have loved you
long enough to realize
how real love
can sacrifice one's happiness
in replace of
someone's.

I have loved you
long enough to wake up
from dreams of hopes
that someday
it could be you and I.

I have loved you
hard enough
to walk away
with colors of tomorrow

just like how glittery
confetti sway by winds
upon letting go.

Wala nang hihigit pa
sa paglayang natamo
matapos ang mahabang gabi
ng unang paglayang ipinagluksa-

ang paglayang inilaan
sa pagbitaw
sa mga ala-alang ipininta
kalakip ng pangakong
bukas,


higit ka nang laya.

I left
and for the first time,
the pain doesn't feel
like a torture anymore.

It fact,
it even smells like rain;
pouring all at once
with sadness
yet with hopes.

i was broken...
to stand as a whole
again.

day and night
rain or shine
from the beginning
'til the end,

you are my
most fave page.

And while women her age
walk down the aisles
teary-eyed in veils and flow'rs
adoring flashes wishes them the best,

she confidently ramps
along wide-eyed crowd
wishing they have
what she boldly has-

I've tasted rust
long enough to
convince myself
how one's own words
could bleed him
to insanity.

she cries,
grateful
to this
one thing
that never
get tired
of witnessing
all her soundless
pain
within

I yearned for auroras
but the sky
gave me rains.

I longed for tulips
only to wake up
in an autumn.

I am tired
I would say.

But then I realized
I had found you
in such storms
and droughts.

You made me crave for more
and left me hanging
on the bridge
when I expected you
to cross the half
of what you asked from me.

Is it still intimacy
or was I mistaken
from the start?

Unending universe
colors of galaxies
under the innumerable stars
with billions of people

I am this tiny particle;
dust in the wind,
sand on earth,
too plain
to be noticed
by someone
who never cared.

he was too tall
of being an iron
-unaware of how
all his own rusts
destroy him
from within.

The last time knocks; clock’s small hand stopped
A sign to wave a hand with sigh of laugh and willing mind.
I, then stepped a foot in an endless creepy painful woe
The only thing I should have done before the start.

Is it too much
to long
for a piece of happiness

barely enough
to cover
the scars
people we once
treasured have
left us with?

I silently wished
upon a shooting star
for that love
I truly deserved;
the moon silently watched
and thru wind he whispered

"You don't have to."

for the sun hath fin'lly granted

and when the clouds hath finished
its mourn,
I had found you-
beneath those loud
comforting rains.

it's been a while
since we've last seen each other
now we're here
facing the painful truth of past.

it's been a while
since i've heard that voice
those sweetest laugh
and soft hand in mine
now i'm left with such lil thing you could offer:
a simple crooked smile

it's been a while
yeah
a while and i still feel the same
same love
same hope
same pain

it's been a while
and it hurts even more

now

after seeing those eyes

AGAIN.