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 Sep 2017 Andrei Corre
skyler
she never had a favorite color
always finding beauty in every shade
and when asked her favorite color
she simply spoke in a daze

"the greens of summer grass
bright and welcoming bare feet

the golden yellow of evening sun rays
how they dance across the sea

the deep red of fresh cut roses
brought to lovers doorsteps

the pale pink of early morning skies
the orange and scarlet that melts with it"

she had so many favorites
until she met him

for the second
she caught a glimpse
of his light eyes
that made even a clear ocean
seem mundane
she undoubtedly knew

her favorite color was blue

s.s
 Sep 2017 Andrei Corre
Yitkbel
You had friends, not many, but
still, you had friends. You were
happy, felt mature and never
worried about anything, but
recently you seem to be moving
backwards, walking in the wrong
direction. You shed your friends
like you shed your dead skin cells.
You are growing backwards even, you
are becoming a whiny, jealous,
insecure, and self aware toddler;
everything looks to harm you, and
you are afraid even daddy and mommy
won't love you anymore or just
you've grown so old that their love
for their baby has diminished to a
critical point where the care and
attention you now desperately need
are no longer an option.


You feel horribly lonely, but in
isolation, who cares, who will hear
you. No one, you are dead inside,
but you are afraid of ****** death,
for even in heaven, you are afraid
you will be alone. But, how can you
live when you don't even feel your
own breath, let alone anyone
else’s. You don't scream, don't
want to scream, don't need to
scream, NO ONE will HEAR YOU.
You are dead and alive, you are invisible.
More of a monologue from my unhappier days.
Come with me to my nowhereland
Get to know me at this stand

I visit this place quite often
It is solitary, dark and silent

Sitting hours leaving everything
Feel nothing and be nothing

Here i meet my truer self
Sit here blank, lost in myself

Don't tell me to comeback just yet
Don't ever try to bring me back

You will get to know me better
Or maybe we will lost together

Why i am here? you'll understand
Come with me to my nowhereland
Understand people in there dark
Away from the world
In soliude...
Just be nothing ..
someday,
my eyes will forget
how to search for you.
my ears will forget
how to listen to you.
my lips will quit
craving for yours.
and my hands
will no longer reach for you.
 Aug 2017 Andrei Corre
derek
Napapagod na akong tumingin sa Facebook ko.
Sa dingding ng mga masasayang larawan ng mga kaibigan, katrabaho
Sa dingding ng mga opinyon na nagdudulot ng masalimuot na pagtatalo
Sa dingding ng mga tagumpay na nakamit mo sa pagsusumikap mo
Sa dingding ng mga narating **** lugar na sobra na ang layo
Sa dingding ng mga video ng pagbigkas mo ng tula sa harap ng maraming tao
Sa dingding ng mga sandaling iginapos mo para ipamukha sa akin na ang buhay ko ay pagkabaho.

Salamat sa mga larawan ng masasayang sandali kasama ng iyong kabiyak
ng inyong matamis na pagmamahalan, na sa sobrang tuwa gusto mo nang umiyak
Nang matuloy kayo sa simbahan, oo na, marami na ang nagagalak
Eto na ang puso ko, wag ka nang mahiya, tuhugin mo na ng itak.

Salamat sa mga opinyon mo tungkol sa paborito **** kandidato
Wala ka na atang ibang ginawa kung hindi halughugin ang Internet para sa bawat artikulo
Para isulat sa dingding mo kadikit ng mga opinyon **** walang humihingi, kahit na sino
Para kang teacher ko na may dalang nutri-bun na isinasaksak pilit sa akin kahit sukang-suka na ako.

Salamat sa mga salita ng pasasalamat na binibigkas mo
kung gaano kadaming biyaya ang ipinagkaloob ng Bathala sa iyo
Sa bawat tagumpay na nakamtan mo sa napili **** trabaho
Naitatanim ko tuloy sa aking isip, kung bakit ang layo mo gayong sabay lang tayo?

Pasensya na, malamang sa inyo ay may natatamaan ako
Wala akong planong durugin ang kahit na anong ugnayan ko sa inyo
Gusto ko lang banlawan, langgasin ang nalalasong utak at puso ko
na pinapatay ng Facebook sa tuwing titignan ko ang mga dingding ninyo.

Kung gaanong ipinararamdam sa akin na sa paninindigan ako ay wala
Na hindi ko kaya maglahad ng opinyon kasi walang papansin, walang maniniwala
Dahil maraming beses na akong naging tapat noong ako ay nasa highschool pa
Wala akong naging kaibigan. Narinig mo? Wala akong kwenta.

Kung gaanong ipinararamdam sa akin na hindi na ako makakarating kahit saan pa.
Kasi pinili kong manatili, kahit mainit, kumpara sa ibang bansa
Dahil nanuot sa aking dila na hindi ko kayang makipag-usap sa kahit na sinong banyaga
Kasi palpak ang Ingles ko. Narinig mo? Wala akong kwenta.

Kung gaanong ipinararamdam sa akin na mamamatay akong mag-isa
Na hindi ako magkakaroon ng pagkakataong lumigaya
Dahil sa pinalagpas kong sandali, ay hindi na mauulit pa
Dahil wala akong kwentang lalaki. Narinig mo? Wala akong kwenta.

Sobrang baba na ng pagtingin ko sa sarili ko.
Ang tanikalang gamit sana para makipagugnayan sa mga kakilala ay tila naging isang angkla na humihila sa mga paa ko
pailalim sa karagatang puno ng mga pusong natalo
Nabigo sa pag-ibig, sa buhay, at sa kahit na ano.

Kaya lalayo na ako sa mga dingding ninyo.
Hindi na ako papayag na manatiling tumatanggap na lang ng kahit na anong ipapaskil mo.
Tatakas ako sa mga rehas na nilikha ng mga masasaya ninyong minuto
Magtatayo ako ng sarili kong dingding. Bubuuin ko ang aking pagkatao mula sa pagkakapira-piraso.
 Aug 2017 Andrei Corre
Ash
Lately I've been homesick
For the girl I used to be
Im in the same place with the same people
But the loneliness lays in me
I'm a hopeless romantic who's found love
Yet my heart has been ripped from my sleeve
Deep down, all the things I used to cherish have been shoved
The crazy, tea-drinking, book-reading girl is who I grieve
I'm a mere skeleton of the free spirit I was
I've been chasing a warm cozy feeling but it was never retrieved
For the home I've been feeling for is inside of me
My life may be onto better things but still I reminisce
For the girl who would so simply find bliss
My problems have been solved
So why does it hurt?
Maybe it's time
I put my heart back out onto my shirt
She is an open book...
In Quantum Physics
Written in Chinese
born a host in a body
that was not mine
curled up against small ribs
nestled between vertebrae
so invisible but still there
still real

teeth ground down into
a snarl in the first feeling of anger
at the name and gender
slapped onto this new body
a body whose tongue is too
floppy and unlearned to protest

wrapping tighter around new body parts
blossoming like bruises after
that initial contact of skin on skin
bursting at the seams of this vessel
that can only cry out
wrong wrong wrong

because i have always been here
bursting into full-fledged existence
at the tender age of seven
when my girl-body still lacked the
words to say that this body is not mine
and being called a girl makes
my guts curdle
makes me want to peel off my skin

and here i am now
just like i have always been
making my home in a body
that was meant to hold something else
a daughter
a sister
a neice
a granddaughter
and maybe a mother

but this cage of flesh and bone
it will not hold another body
because in a way i have already birthed
myself up out of the years of pain
and confusion

because i have always been
i have always been
i have always been
i have
My hands knew the way of the keys
And the keys knew only my name
For when they sang, I could feel love
Colors rain when they scream out in harmony
In a world of monotone hues
Black and White keys resembling Doves and Ravens
Bring out the best of both worlds
A perfection of symphonies
To allow your beauty to shine
With your perfectly drawing smile
Your glowing spotless skin
Those big brown eyes in rays of sunshine
Perfect eyebrows and subtle laugh lines
Did you know you have small wrinkles around your eyes, when you smile so hard?
You might find imperfections in your reflection
To some those might just be among the perfections
I think I could stare at you for hours if not days
The piano is the only instrument, I could think of
To match such a magnificent creature
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