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35.9k · Dec 2013
Kaibigan
Marge Redelicia Dec 2013
Lilingon-lingon upang makakuha
Ng isang sulyap, isang silip
Hanggang sa tinalikuran mo na ng
Tuluyan
Ang kalayaan
At hinayaan mo ang sarili mo
Na bumalik
Sa selda na iyong pinanggalingan, nakasanayan

Pero hintay, hinto!
Hindi kita papayagan na magkaganito
Hayaan mo na yakapin kita ng mahigpit
At pawiin ang mga luha sa iyong pisngi
Wala akong mga karanasan at payo na pwedeng ibahagi
Pero susubukan ko na
Baliktarin ang iyong simangot sa isang ngiti
Makatulungan sana nang kahit kaunti
Sa mga sugat mo na humahapdi

Ilagay mo ang iyong mga kamay
Sa akin
Ikaw ay aking hahawakan,
Hinding-hindi ka bibitawan
Ikaw ay sasamahan lakarin
Ang nakatakdang landas
Na kailangan **** tahakin
Sa dami ng mga lubak at lindol
Siguradong tayo'y madadapa rin
Pero huwag mo na 'yun isipin
Kasi anumang mangyari
Kahit kailan, kahit saan
**Ikaw ay aking iibigin
25.8k · Jul 2015
naririnig mo ba?
Marge Redelicia Jul 2015
naririnig mo ba?
ang bell ni manong na nagtitinda ng ice cream.
ang mga huni ng iba't ibang klase ng ibon.
ang mga harurot ng mga ikot jeep.
naririnig mo ba?
ang mga tawanan ng mga magkakaibigan
mga kuwentuhan, mga tanong at makabuluhang talakayan.
naririnig mo ba?
ang mga lapis at bolpen ng mga estudyante
na kumakayod sa mga papel:
husay
sa bawat ukit.
naririnig mo ba?
ang mga yapak ng mga iba't ibang klase ng Pilipino at talino
sa kalyeng binudburan ng mga dahong acacia
dangal
sa bawat apak at kumpas ng kamay,
sa bawat hinga.

naririnig mo ba?
ang mga salitang mapanlinlang, mapang-alipusta
ang mga sigaw sa sakit,
hiyaw sa hapdi, dahil sa
mga hampas at palo
ang mga tama ng mga kamao
naririnig mo ba?
ang mga iyak
ang mga hikbi ng mga kaibigan
para sa mga kapatid nilang nasaktan.
ang mga hagulgol ng mga magulang
na nawalan ng anak:
mga puso, mga pamilyang
hindi na buo.
wasak,
nasira na.

naririnig mo ba?
ang mga boses na nananawagan na
"tama na"
"utang na loob, itigil niyo na"
kasi
hanggang kailan pa
tutugtog ang ng paulit-ulit-ulit
ang sirang plaka ng karahasan
na patuloy na naririnig sa panahong ito
mula pa sa mga nagdaang dekada?

nakakalungkot, hindi, nakakasuklam
ang mga mapaminsalang kaganapan na nangyayari
sa ating mahal na pamantasan.
ang tawag sa atin ay mga
iskolar ng bayan,
para sa
bayan
pero paano tayo mabubuhay nang para sa iba
kung paminsan hindi nga makita ang
pagmamahal at respeto sa atin mismo,
mga kapwang magkaeskwela.

hahayaan na lang ba natin ang ating mga sarili
na magpadala sa indak ng
karumaldumal na kanta ng kalupitan?
hahayaan na lang ba ang mga isipan na matulog.
hahayaan na lang ba ang mga puso na magmanhid.
kailan pa?
tama na!
nabibingi na ang ating mga tenga.
nandiri. nagsasawa.
oras na para itigil ang pagtugtog ng mga nota.
oras na para tapusin ang karahasan.
oras na para talunin ang apatya at walang pagkabahala.
oras na para sa hustisya.
oras na para sa ating lahat,
estudyante man o hindi, may organisasyon man o wala
na tumayo, makilahok at umaksyon
para pahilumin ang sakit,
para itama ang mali.
oras na para sindihan ang liwanag dito sa diliman.
oras na para mabuhay ang pag-asa ng bayan.
a spoken word poem against fraternity-related violence
23.6k · Jun 2015
si jesus/Hesus
Marge Redelicia Jun 2015
ang pangalan niya ay jesus.
oo, ang pangalan mismo ng kaibigan ko ay jesus.
seryoso ako.

si jesus
ay siyang dalaga,
morena, kulot ang buhok.
ang lalim ng mga dimples at
may mga pisngi na kay sarap kurotin.

parang musika ang himig ng kanyang tawa
at hindi kumpleto ang kanyang mga bati
kung walang kasamang yakap na kay higpit.
hindi ko gets kung bakit
hindi siya kumakain ng tinapay ng walang asukal.
at nakakatawa lang kung paano
lagi siyang may baon na sachet ng bear brand
na pinapapak niya kapag siya ay naiinip.

si jesus
ay isang iskolar,
magna *** laude standing,
bise presidente ng kanilang organisasyon.
balak mag law school pero may tumanggap na
nakumpanya sa kanya sa bgc.
meron din siyang mayamang boyfriend na
hinhatid siya pauwi sa taytay, rizal gabi-gabi.

huwebes ng nakaraang linggo,
bandang alas dyis:
si jesus
ay natagpuan sa labas ng kanilang bahay
walang malay
nakahandusay sa kalye.
sinugod sa ospital para kalagayan ay masuri.
ano kaya ang nangyari kay kawawang jesus?
heat stroke, stress, fatigue, high blood, food poisoning?
kulang lang ba sa tulog o pagkain?
walang natagpuang hindi pangkaraniwan kay jesus.
normal lang daw ang kanyang kalagayan
maliban lang sa paghinga niya na
tila humihikbi pero walang luha.
ilang oras din ang nagdaan bago si jesus
ay tuluyang nagising.
ang sabi ng doktor tungkol sa kanya:
depresyon, malubhang pagkalungkot
ang tunay at nag-iisang sanhi.

dahil kay jesus,
napagtanto ko na
hindi porket nakangiti,
masaya.
hindi porket bakas ang ligaya sa kanyang labi,
wala nang lungkot at lumbay na namamayani sa kanyang mga mata.
hindi porket ang lakas humalakhak kapag nandyan ka,
hindi na siya humihikbi, humahagulgol kapag wala siyang kasama.
hindi porket parang musika ang kanyang tawa,
hindi na siya umiiiyak nang umiiyak nang paulit-ulit-ulit na parang sirang plaka.
kasi
hindi porket masigla,
hindi na napapagod.
hindi porket matapang at palaban,
hindi na nasasaktan.
hindi porket laging nagbibigay, nag-aalay,
wala nang mga sariling pangangailangan.
hindi porket matalino,
ay may alam.

dahil kay Jesus,
ako'y namulat
na ang dami palang mga walang hiyang tao sa paligid ko
na nagsusuot ng mga maskarang pantago
sa kanilang mga kahinaan, takot, at sakit.
sa kabila pala ng kanilang mga yaman, tagumpay, talino, at
kung ano-ano pa mang sukatan ng galing
kung saan kinukumpara natin ng ating sarili
may isa palang
nabubulok, naagnas
na kaluluwa.

dahil kay jesus,
ako'y nalulungkot.
mata ko ay naluluha,
puso ko ay kumikirot
na may mga tao palang katulad niyang
naglalakbay nang di alam kung saan pupunta.
nangangarap na huwag na lang magising sa umaga.
nakuntento na lang sa wala.

dahil kay jesus,
ako'y naiilang
na ang nagaganap sa aking harapan
sa loob ng paaralan, bahay, o opisina
ay hindi tama.
maling-mali na
ang mga tao sa aking paligid ay nakakulong
sa selda ng anino at lamig.
hindi ito ang kanilang nararapat na tadhana.
hindi ka ba naiinis?

dahil kay jesus,
may apoy na nagpapaalab sa aking galit
nagtutulak sa akin na tumakbo
hangga't hindi natatama ang mali.

at lahat 'yan ay
sapagkat alam ko sa aking isip at puso na
dahil kay Hesus
lahat ng kahinaan at takot ay hindi na kailangan ikubli.
ilalapag na lang sa harap Niya
ang anumang alinlangan o mabigat na karamdaman.
wala nang pagpapanggap.
buong tapang na ipagmamalaki na
ito ay ako.
kasi ano man ang mangyari at kung sino man ako maging
ang tunay na dilag, dangal, at tagumpay
ay tanging
sa Kanya nakasalalay.

dahil kay Hesus
may ligaya at kapayapaan na hindi kaya matalos ng isip.
banayad ang layag
anumang dumaan na bagyo.
matatag nakakatindig
kahit yumanig pa ang lupa at magunaw man ang buong mundo.
dito sa dagat na kay lawak at lalim
hindi lalangoy,
kundi maglalakad, tatakbo,
lilipad pa nga sa ibabaw ng mga alon.

kay Hesus
may liwanag na pinapanatiling dilat
ang aking mga mata.
ano mang karumaldumal na karahasan ang masilayan,
hindi ako napapagod o nawawalan ng pag-asa.
hindi makukuntento at matatahimik.
hindi tatablan ng antok.
araw-gabi,
ako ay gising.

dalangin ko na sana puso mo rin ay hindi magmamanhid
na kailanman hindi mo masisikmura at matatanggap
ang kanilang sakit.
tulad ng dalagang si jesus
gusto nila ng pampahid para maibsan ang hapdi.
pero ang mayroon tayo
ay ang lunas, ang gamot,
ang sagot mismo.
tagos sa balat, sa puso diretso.
ang gamot ay ang dugo
na dumaloy sa mga palad Niya.
ang pangalan Niya ay Hesus.
*Hesu Kristo.
a spoken word.
14.0k · Mar 2015
Right now:
Marge Redelicia Mar 2015
All I want is to steal
    2. The car and drive away and
        3. To have you
            4. There seating at the passenger seat
                 5. So that I may escape
                     6. From the poison that is
                          7. *Myself
Sagada pls (there is supposed to be a 1. at the first line but idk why it isn't showing)
8.4k · Jul 2014
The adventure is you
Marge Redelicia Jul 2014
We could scale
snow capped mountains
or tiled rooftops
We could stroll
the halls of grand art galleries
or the city's graffiti stained alleys
We could sip
wine from elegant glass goblets
or instant coffee from chipped cups
We could watch
gala operas and musicals at the amphitheater
or puffy clouds as they float by in the sky
We could look
up to the vast galaxy and its starlight
or down to the metro's sleepless city lights
We could listen
to loud pulsing rhythms at a concert
or to the steady beats of each others hearts
We could go
and roam the world all day
or just stay in each others arms all night.

I can't care less
on what we could do.
Every moment would be
Fun,
Adventurous,
Exciting,
Marvelous
Grand, and
Breathtaking
As long as you are with me
and I am with you.
I came up with the concept of this poem last year but I only found the right words to compose it now. I forgot what inspired this poem in the first place though.....
7.4k · May 2015
ako'y nakauwi na.
Marge Redelicia May 2015
ilang oras,
ilang araw, linggo, buwan,
ilang taon
na akong naglalakbay.
nakita't nadaanan ko na lahat.
dito sa masalimuot na lansangan
memoryado ko na ang mga
pasikot-sikot sa mga eskinita,
bawat lubak at hukay sa kalye,
ang mga graffiti at nangangalawang na karatula.

pero kahit kay tagal na ng lumipas na panahon
hanggang ngayon,
di ko pa rin masikmura
ang mga nakakabinging busina at humaharurot na makina
ang nakakasulasok na baho ng usok at nagkalat na basura.

sa una ako'y nangangawit
pero ngayon nangmanhid
na ang mga kamay ko
sa higpit ng kapit sa manibela na
walang sinuman ang makakaangkin dahil
ito ay s'akin lamang,
akin.

puso ko ang mapa:
lukot at punit-punit.
dito ako sunudsunuran at alipin.
kahit alam kong mali,
di ako kikibo, ako'y tahimik.
naghahanap, pero siya rin mismo nawawala.
tahanan lang naman daw ang gusto niya
kung saan lulunasan ng yakap
ang pagod at pait,
kung saan ang mga simangot
ay masusuklian ng ngiti.
pero saan?
saan kaya?


ako ang hari ng daan.
walang kinikilala na batas.
nakikipagkarera sa hangin
sige-sige sa pag-arangkada.
kung may masagasaan,
kahit siya ang duguan,
siya pa rin ang may kasalanan.

dahil paminsan
naiisip ko na baka
mas swerte pa siyang nakahandusay sa kalsada
kaysa sa akin na pagod,
naiinip, naiinis sa likod ng manibela.
malapit nang maubusan ng gasolina,
ang mga gulong ay pudpud na.
'di ko pa rin mahanap ang tahanan
kaya tumungo na lang kaya ako
sa kamatayan?

"para po"
ako'y napalingon.
oo nga pala, may pasahero ako.
inaangkas lang Kita
paminsan umuupo likod
madalas nakasabit sa may salamin
o nakalapag sa harap
kasama ng mga abubot at basura.

"ate, para po"
hindi.
inapakan ko pa ang gasolina.
nagbibingibingihan sa mga bulong Mo.
oo,
alam kong pagod na ako
pero kaya ko 'to,
hindi ko kailangan ng tulong.

"para, diyan lang sa may tabi"
hindi.
hinigpitan ko pa ang hawak sa manibela.
gusto ko lang naman makauwi.
oo,
alam kong nawawala na ako
pero sigurado ako ang ginagawa ko
siguro, sigurado
siguro.

"para"
ngayon
napagtanto ko na
ako'y sawi, ako'y mali.
papakawalan na ang pagkapit sa patalim,
ang pagtiwala sa sarili.
sa wakas
ako ay

bibitaw.

sa Iyo na ang manibela, pati na rin
itong upuan na 'to, and trono.
Ikaw na,
ang gasolina at gulong na nagpapatakbo
ang mapang nagtuturo
mula ngayon hanggang magpakailanman.
Ikaw na
ang Kapitan
ang tagapagmaneho ng buhay na 'to.
wala nang pagkuha, pagdukot, pag-angkin.
mula ngayon,
iaalay ko na ang lahat.
ako ay Iyo.

ilang oras,
ilang araw, linggo, buwan,
ilang taon
na akong naglalakbay
at tuloy pa rin ang biyahe.
ganun pa rin ang kalagayan ng kalye:
malubak, maingay, madumi.
pero kapag Ikaw ang nandyan sa upuan,
para tayong lumilipad.
anumang madaanan
biyahe ay napakabanayad.

puso ko'y nananabik.
saan Mo ako sunod dadalhin?
saan kaya makakarating?

kahit saan man mapadpad,
kahit gaano man kalayo,
'di na ako mawawala.
ako ay nakarating na.
o tahanang tinatamasa,
nahanap na rin Kita.
basta't kasama Ka,
Hesus
*ako'y nakauwi na.
A spoken word performed for Para Sa Sining's Katha: Tula X Sayaw.
Marge Redelicia Apr 2014
How
do
I
let go
of something
I
never
even had?
I lied this actually has 11 words hehe
7.3k · Jun 2014
umiyak si Langit
Marge Redelicia Jun 2014
baka hindi niya na nakayanan
ang init at hirap ng araw-araw na buhay,
o baka nalason na siya sa usok
na binibuga ng mga mabahong mekanismo.
baka siya'y basta lang nalulumbay.
kung magdamag mo ba namang
panoorin ang mundo at ang mga tao
tiyak,
malulungkot ka rin.
'di kaya nasaktan siya kasi
hindi mo na raw siya pinapansin?
siya'y nagpaayos at nagpaganda;
nakapustura pa naman siya sa isang
kumikinang na bughaw na bistida
pero hindi pa rin iyon sapat
para mabihag ang iyong tingin,
kahit man lang isang silip.

umiyak si Langit maghapon
at 'di ko mapigilang itanong kung bakit.
sinamahan ko siya at
baka sakaling siya'y tumahan na.
hinandugan ko rin siya ng isang munting ngiti.
naisip ko lang na
baka makatulong iyon
sa pagbalik ng kanyang liwanag muli.
binulungan ko siya ng isang sikreto,
isang sigaw ng aking puso
"anuman ang iyong kulay
ang dilag mo ay kabighabighani
kaya lubos kitang minamahal,
aking panghabangbuhay na kaibigan,
Langit"
theories on why it rains
7.3k · Jun 2015
layag
Marge Redelicia Jun 2015
balikan natin ang panahon noong tayo'y mga bata pa.
naalala mo pa ba
noong tayo'y nagtagpo sa gitna ng mapunong gubat,
sa may malinaw at malinis na sapa?
ang mga kamay natin ay hasang-hasa sa paglikha,
pagtupi ng mga obra:
mga bangkang gawa sa papel, na
ating pinapanood ang pag-anod sa tubig
na banayad na dumadaloy;
nagpapadala lang sa agos.
at hindi,
hindi ito isang paligsahan o karera.
ang tanging pakay ay
malibang at magsaya.
kung lumubog o masira man ang ating mga bangka,
ayos lang,
gumawa na lang ng iba.

pero ngayon,
tayo ay lumaki at tumanda.
pati lunan natin ay nag-iba.
sa ating pagtingala,
hindi na yung mapunong gubat ang ating nakikita,
kundi ang bughaw na langit
na walang anuman ang makakadaig
sa lawak at laya.
at siyempre,
ang ating malinaw na sapa
ay humantong na sa
karagatan.
di matalos ang hangganan,
di matalos ang lalim.
maraming tinatagong lihim.
nalusaw na sa tubig ang mga bangkang gawa sa papel.
at dito sa dagat,  
nararapat lang na maglayag sa mga galyon kasi
araw-araw may digmaan sa laot.
kalaban natin
ang mabagsik na hangin,
mga higanteng alon,
mga piratang nananamantala,
pati na rin ang uhaw, gutom, at pagod.
pero bago pa man magsimula ang digmaan,
tayo na ang panalo.
walang sinabi ang lupit ng dagat sa bagsik ng ating puso.

sa ating paglingon
mapapagtanto na
hindi masukat ang layo
ng narating na pala
at mararating pa natin.
matagal nang wala ang gubat at sapa,
napalitan na rin ang mga mumunting bangka.
ngunit ako,
ay nandito pa
at patuloy na mananatili
kahit na
magkaiba at magkalayo
ang sinasakyan **** barko sa sinasakyan ko.
'di bale
iisa lang naman ang Kapitan,
iisa lamang ang kayamanan na hinahanap,
iisa lamang ang lupain na tinutungo.

hindi talaga
matiwasay at madali ang paglalayag
dito sa malawak na dagat na ating tinatahak. kaya
kung dumanas man ng sindak at lungkot,
huwag maniwala sa lawak at lalim
na natatanaw sa mga alon; kasi
kahit saan man mapadpad,
kahit saan man ihatid ng tadhaha,
nandito lang ako.
happy happy birthday UP, Rizal, and of course, Sofia!
5.8k · Aug 2014
face to face
Marge Redelicia Aug 2014
let me lay my palms
in that sunken space
between the contours of
your jawline and cheekbones.
let my fingers hide itself
within the secrets of
your jet black hair.
let me draw you close
and closer until
my face fits perfectly in the mold of yours.

it's alright to cry.
maybe your tears will wash the
doubts
hiding between your
lines and creases and the
fear
exuding from your pores.

let my eyes fathom
the depths of yours.
i am sure that hope and wonder
are just there sleeping beneath
and
until they awaken
and rise above the waters,
i will
look at you,
watch over you.
i will
embrace you
until your head
stills its throbbing,
until your skin
regains its glow and warmth
i will.
it's unfair that  i'm having the time of my life while you're always out there crying.
5.5k · Oct 2014
hinga
Marge Redelicia Oct 2014
hindi makatayo,
ang aking pawis at luha ay
maiging sinisipsip ng lupa
kung saan gumagapang ako.

gusto kong iwanan at kalimutan
ang mga tungkulin
na gumagapos sa aking kalayaan.

gusto kong tumakbo
nang mabilis
papalayo
sa mga hirap at hinagpis.

bigyan mo ako ng isang saglit na
magpahinga
kasi tila ako ay nalulunod
habang gumagapang sa lupa.
5.3k · Mar 2015
dugo lamang
Marge Redelicia Mar 2015
isang musmos na lahi
isang munting nasyon
parang itinanim na buto
itinakdang
sumibol at lumago
sa paglaon ng panahon

nag-aabang, naghihintay
puno nang sabik
pero kay tagal dumating
tayo ay nainip
tadhana nating tagumpay
kailan kaya makakamit
kasi

apat na raang taon
hanggang ngayon
lulong pa rin sa putik
nangangapa, nadadapa sa dilim
mga butong nanginginig sa lamig

mga isla
pitong libong isang daan at pito
ito
ang ating lupang sinilagan,
tahanan ng ating lahi
pero nga bahay ba ito o burol?

mga pangarap na
masilayan ang mga sinag ng araw at
mahagkan ang malayang langit
mananatili lang bang panaginip dito
sa bayang natutulog
o kaya namang natutulog lang kunwari

tanggapin mo na lang na
humikbi, humagulgol,
ibuhos mo man ang iyong luha
walang darating
kumayod ka man at magdamag magsikap
diligan mo man ang lupa ng pawis
wala
pa ring mangyayari

kasi
dugo
dugo lamang na dumaloy
mula sa mga palad ni Hesukristo
kung ang Kanyang pag-ibig ay
babaha sa lupa
ng parang delubyo
ito ang nag-iisang paraan
ang nag-iisang sagot:

dugo
dugo lamang na ibinuhos
ang tanging
makakatubos
makakaahon
makakaligtas
sa atin
Performed this as spoken word in Creative Faith's Doxa.
4.9k · Dec 2013
Refrigerator
Marge Redelicia Dec 2013
I pull open the door
And hunt for food in the dim orange light.
"There's nothing inside"
Well, actually,
There is something:
Months old cream cheeses precariously stacked atop each other,
Several mysterious bottles of brown sauces,
Dried out leafy vegetables,
But nothing
This lazy *** can eat without preparing.

I push close the door,
Leaving my stomach rumbling and empty,
But filling my mind with
Dreams

Three-fourths of the dull gray door is covered
With colorful ceramic magnets
From my dad’s corporate adventures
To Batangas, Bohol, Bacolod, Davao,
Hong Kong, Singapore, Malaysia, Macau,
Nepal, Vietnam, Sri Lanka, China,
Dubai, Pakistan, Saudi Arabia
Sudan, Egypt, Ethiopia,
Canada, Greece, and Australia.

I examine each magnet’s contour and shine,
Letting its foreign dust seep into my fingers.
I dream that soon
I will return all those dusts to their lands
And bring home more magnets of my own.
I wrote this when I was in the 9th grade. And she would be really happy now because her dreams are starting to get fulfilled. I've added several cities in the States now to the family collection.
4.8k · Jan 2014
Bukas.
Marge Redelicia Jan 2014
Bukas
Samahan mo ako
Pagsapit ng takip-silim,
Kung saan nag-aagawan ang liwanag at dilim
At ang langit na bughaw ay magliliyab ng pula
Tapos kukupas sa mga bituin.

Samahan mo ako
Sa tabi ng kalsada
Kaharap ng mga naglalarong bata
Sa ilalim ng mga nagbubulaklak na punong acacia
At lasapin natin ang malamig na hangin
Na humahaplos sa atin ng kay lambing.

Halika,
Balik tanawin nating ang nakaraan
At mangarap ng mas malaki pa
Para sa kinabukasan.
Wala nang lihim na itatago,
Walang kahinaan na ikakahiya.

Ikaw ay ngingiti.
Ako ay tatawa.

**Bukas.
4.7k · Dec 2014
Sanghaya
Marge Redelicia Dec 2014
Dugong kumukulo
Luhang tumutulo
Katawang nabalot sa pagod
Isipang nasakop ng lito
Pero
Ang ating mga puso ay patuloy
Na lumulusong
Sumusulong
Sa gitna ng nagbabagang apoy.

Pinapatatag ng pag-ibig
Pinapatakbo ng dangal.

Wagas at lubusan
Ang ating alay
Para sa ating tungkulin at pangalan
Para sa layuning pagbabago sa lipunan
Para sa masa
Para sa isa’t-isa.

Maraming salamat,
Sanghaya.
4.6k · Nov 2013
Reunion
Marge Redelicia Nov 2013
Into a place far away but too familiar,
I push open the rusty purple gates,
Inhale a lungful of the province air,
Kick away blue pebbles on the dusty ground,
And then
Mano my lolo, my tito
Beso my lola, my tita
And give my cousins a nudge on the arm,
A pinch on the cheeks.

I squeeze between four people
In a rickety wooden bench and
Pass around plate after heavy plate.
I fill my banana leaf
With spaghetti too soft too sweet,
Almost like pudding,
With crispy chicken dripping with oil.
I wash it off with a cool glass of gulaman,
Chewy beads and gems in sugary water.

Fathers talk about basketball, boxing, billiards;
Mothers browse through photo albums and magazines;
While we children argue about Superman or Batman.
Our laughter fills the humid air
And goes up, up, up to the ears of the neighbors.

In celebration of the time we have together
And a nice sunny day
We devour our meals
And go ahead and
Climb trees and
Get our faces sticky with sweet fruits,
Lick chocolate ice popsicles,
Chase each other in the weedy playground,
Bike around town,
Pick colorful flowers,
Wrestle with each other,
Play badminton on a windy day,
Scare around chickens and guinea pigs,
And play patintero under the dull orange street lamps.

We nervously creep inside the back door,
All sweaty, bearing bruises and scratches
But still with wide smiles on our faces.
All is futile though.
An angry grandmother awaits,
Scolding us for
Coming home past sunset.

More and more stars glitter the sky
As the night gets deeper and deeper.
The gentle evening breeze whistles a note
As it enters through the window.
The karaoke blasts grating voices
Interrupted by hearty laughter.
Playing cards and corn chips litter the table.
We children exchange jokes and ghost stories.

And then,
We bid our goodbyes,
Sharing hugs and kisses
Stained with discontent and sadness.
Our hearts about to burst
In excitement for the next
Reunion.
A typical Filipino reunion looks more or less like this :)

"Mano" is a respectful gesture done mostly to elders wherein you hold a person's hand and make it touch your forehead. "Beso" is something usually done by ladies wherein you brush cheeks with each other. "Lolo" means grandfather. "Tito" means uncle. "Lola" means grandmother. "Tita" means aunt. "Gulaman" is a popular drink/desert. "Patintero" is a kind of outdoor game wherein a team must prevent the other team from crossing over to the other side of the court by tagging them, it's really fun!
4.3k · Jan 2014
Nakakabinging katahimikan
Marge Redelicia Jan 2014
Hindi ba umaabot sa langit
Ang mga panalangin
Na binubulong ko sa hangin?
Masyado ba Kayong
Malayo
Para makita
Ang mukha kong
Nalulunod sa luha?

Habang Kayo ay
Walang imik, walang kibo
Ako ay napupuno
Ng mga problemang walang solusyon
Ng mga tanong na walang sagot.

Pero sa aking pagsapit
Sa kailaliman, kadiliman
Doon ko lang natanto
Ang dahilan kung bakit
Ako'y tila inyong
Tinaguan, tinalikuran

Dahil sa inyong
Nakakabinging katahimikan
Ako ay nagising
Sa aking napakahabang idlip
Kung saan nilamon ako
Ng aking mga
Makasariling panaginip.
Namulat ang mga
Nagbubulag-bulagang kong
Mga mata sa
Katotohanan, kalayaan
Na nasa harapan
Ko lang pala.

Doon ko rin lang naalala
Na mahal Niyo pala ako
At walang ibang tunay na ligaya
Kundi mahalin din Kita
At tsaka,
Natuto na akong
Maghintay ng may
Karunungan at
Umindak sa sayawan
Sa kabila ng Inyong
**Nakakabinging katahimikan.
It feels great to be back after a long writing hiatus.
4.3k · Nov 2013
Tanghali ka na
Marge Redelicia Nov 2013
Tayo na lagi na lang
Napag-iiwanan,
Nasa hulihan
Sa karahasan, katamaran
Nasa'n ang katapusan

Natutulog?
Hindi
Tayo ay gising na gising
Mulat ang mga mata sa katotohanan
Pero
Hanggang sa kasalukuyan
Nakahiga
Nakabaluktot
Nakahandusay
Sa kamang minantsahan
Ng mga patak ng dugo at luha at
Dinungisan
Ng mga apak ng mga dayuhan
Pati na rin ng mga tao sa sarili nating bayan

Kasi naman
Sino bang makakatulog dito
Sa lakas ng sigaw
Para sa tulong at hustisiya
Sa ingay ng iyak ni bunso
Para sa tatay na nawalay
Sa lagkit ng dumi
Na bumabalot sa pulitika
Sa baho ng amoy
Ng nabubulok na sistema

Ilang daang taon, nakahiga pa rin
Namanhid na ba tayo sa tagal ng panahon?
Nabulag sa yaman?
Nalasing sa kapangyarihan?
Nahilo sa ikot ng mundo?
O nawalan ng pag-asa na lang ba tayo?

Gising pero hindi pa rin nakabangon
Sa bayang hindi naman mangmang,
Wala lamang pakialam
I'm no Balagtas or Gloc-9 but here's my best shot at a poem in Filipino. More to come!
4.2k · Jun 2014
Munting Puso
Marge Redelicia Jun 2014
May bagong emosyon na sumisibol,
May bagong sakuna na nagsisimula.
Kailangan itong mapigilan ng aking Isipan
Bago pa 'to maunahan ng aking Puso
Na tumitibok, tumitibok,
Tumatakbo!
Pabilis ng pabilis
Tuwing naaalala ko ang
Himig ng kanyang tawa
at hugis ng kanyang ngiti.

Ay!
Kailangan nitong mahinto
Ngayon din.


O Puso, sulong!
Lumaki at lumago.
Hanggang ngayon isa ka pa ring musmos na bata:
Mapaglaro at mapagbiro.
Walang nalalamang masamang hangarin ngunit
Wala ring sinusundan na mabuting tuntunin.

O Puso, urong...
Kapag may naghahamon sa iyo.
Dahil nga isang bata ka pa rin,
Matulog ka lang ng mahimbing.
Huwag kang lumaban,
Sumabay lang sa agos ng tadhana.
Maawa ka naman sa sarili mo
Huwag ngayon,
Huwag muna.
Once again this is just an exaggeration because everything sounds so deep and serious in Filipino waaaaah
4.2k · Jun 2014
Sa Asya
Marge Redelicia Jun 2014
Unti-unti ko nang nararamdaman
Ang ginaw na napapawi.
Buksan mo ang iyong mga mata
At tingnan ang madilim na kalangitan!
Mabagal man pero masipag itong
Sinasakop ng Liwanag sa mga kulay niyang
Dilaw
Pula
Bughaw
Puti.

**Naniniwala ako
Na sa ilan na lang saglit
Sisikat din ang araw
Sa Silangan muli
Western world, now it's our turn.
3.7k · Feb 2014
Sa Hapagkainan
Marge Redelicia Feb 2014
Salo-salo ang lahat:
Nakaupo, nakadekuwatro
Sa isang mahabang bangko.
Ayos lang
Kahit medyo masikip
At nagkikiskisan ang mga siko.

Ang mesa'y nilatagan
Ng dahon ng saging.
Bawal ang maarte;
Walang mga pinggan
At iba pang kagamitan.

Nakakamay ang lahat sa pagkain
Ng maiging inihaw
Na sariwang malaman na tilapia.
Meron ding mga gulay
Na pinakuluan at nilaga:
May kangkong,
Okra, sitaw at talong.

Samahan mo pa
Ng hiniwa at tinadtad na
Pulang sibuyas at kamatis,
Na may halong bagoong
At piga ng kalamansi.
At sa wakas, ang panghimagas:
Mga gintong mangga
Na ubod ng tamis.

.   .   .   .   .

Napapasarap
Ang pinakasimpleng handa
Samahan lang ng kuwentuhang
Nagpapasaya at nagpapatawa
At siyempre kung salo-salo
Ang buong pamilya.
3.7k · Aug 2014
Fight!
Marge Redelicia Aug 2014
your bubble has been burst and you
plunge into the middle of a boundless ocean.
you were a big fish in a small pond but now
you're bottom feeder in a bottomless abyss where
if you don't keep swimming,
you'll start sinking.

but even as you get immersed in the filth
don't let it stain the purity
don't let it drain the joy
that is in you.
and though the wind howls and the waves crash,
keep your eyes wide open
so that you may readily
glimpse victory:
tomorrow
this storm will be chased away
by blue skies and a glorious morning.

don't let those dark circles under your eyes
take away that bright future.
don't let those tears
extinguish the fire of your spirit.
do not just struggle,
conquer.
do not just survive,
thrive.

fear is normal
but don't let it devour
and drive you to flee or freeze,
instead
be strong and courageous and
in good faith
Fight!
you may not have a back-up team,
but Someone has already gone before you
and He who started
will also see to it that
it
is
finished.
3.2k · Oct 2013
Under the Mango Tree
Marge Redelicia Oct 2013
Come rest your weary
But lazy
Heads and hands
For just about a minute thirty
Under my shadow
That comes past noon.

Come sit on a stool,
Come sit on a bench,
Come lie down
On the cheese grater
And stare at the ridiculously clear blue skies
Of October.

I shall cause your mouths to overflow with words
As green as my leaves,
As tall as everything of me,
As harmful as my falling rotten fruits,
As deep as my root's embrace of the land,
And as cool and comforting as my shade.

For I am worthless

I only bear edible fruit
In the summer
When no one is around, and
My limbs tend to overflow to the halls and walls
So they severe it occasionally
And just dispose.
Ants create trails on my body
Traversing my height in spirals
So be careful not to come too close.

I am worthless
But for the times you spend with me.
3.2k · Mar 2014
Fate
Marge Redelicia Mar 2014
We are all mere dots in this vast mural:
too fickle and futile
to comprehend the complexities
of existing
where
everything is part of
a design so grand
that it stretches
before and beyond eternity,
a design so intricate
that it weaves together
strangers' destinies
and where
nothing is
contingent and coincidental
nothing is
random and accidental
nothing is
ever
too early or too late.
But
don't just use this as an excuse
to settle in your unfortunate state
because though everything is part
of this grand plan ordained,
our ultimate destiny
is to be something great.
2.5k · May 2014
Ruined
Marge Redelicia May 2014
I'm ruined by love
But it's alright,
I have nothing to lose

*Because I've already given my all to you
Inspired by the song Explore by Great Awakening. Awesome song and awesome Christian band :D
2.5k · Oct 2013
Snorkeling
Marge Redelicia Oct 2013
Squeeze your feet into synthetic fins.
See the world in big rubbery lenses.
Don’t forget the snorkel, of course! Bite tight.
Hobble to the shore,
Where the two worlds meet.

The sea splashes gently on the sand.
It hurls itself forward
And then recedes back.
Its motions are like gestures,
Telling you to draw close
And closer.
Its peaceful surface is an invitation itself,
Painted blue and glittered with sunshine.

Accept the invitation with gladness.
Don't be afraid!
Let the briny waters embrace you.
Let the cold tickle your skin.
Let the waves rock you back and forth.

You have entered a grand ballroom
Illuminated with a majestic chandelier of refracting sunlight.
The colorful corals with shapes of mounds, disks, and crowns,
Sway with the rhythm of the current.
The fishes dance around and about,
Each beaded with scales of various vibrant colors.

And then the reef ends.

The colors abruptly plunge into a black abyss.  
Look down and allow yourself to be
Filled with fear, terror,
Or maybe
Insatiable curiosity.
Now let that curiosity stir discontentment in you:
Discontentment with snorkeling.
Let it ignite a craving for
More thrill, more wonder.

It's time to go deep sea diving.
2.4k · Apr 2015
wala (wala lang)
Marge Redelicia Apr 2015
makalipas ng daang-daang araw
ikaw ay nagbalik,
nagtagpo muli ang mga mata, bisig, at ngiti.
'di nila mapigilang magtaka
kung ano ang pasalubong
dala mo sa iyong pagbisita;
kung anong mga damdamin at alaala
ang mahuhugot mula sa mga puso nating
'di malaman kung
nagtataguan ba o naghahanapan,
basta
siguradong nawawala.

ang surpresa mo kaya ay
kaba?
sabik?
takot?
hiya?
hiwaga?

hindi.

pinunit ang balot at
binuksan ang kahon.
natagpuan ko ay

wala.

oo,
wala lang.
wala na pala
tayong natira para sa isa't isa.
baka tinangay na ng bagyo,
ninakaw na ng iba,
o 'di kaya'y
naglaho lang talaga na parang bula.

'di nila mapigilang magtaka
at napaisip din ako kung bakit.
natagpuan ko ang sagot
at ito ay
*wala.
2.2k · Apr 2014
Embrace (3 stories)
Marge Redelicia Apr 2014
I.
with my hand clutching my heart,
i anxiously swept my feet across
the hallway lined with a hundred artworks,
only to discover at the very end
that mine was just
one place short of an award.

i run all the way back the long hallway
to hide teardrops in a dark lonely corner
until my father
came and gave me
a comforting embrace.
his strong hands patted me on the back,
my tears stained his crisp polo as
i buried my face in his chubby belly.
he told me
that i'm the greatest artist
and that no matter what
he loves me.

II.
seeds planted in me bloomed
into realizations
and those realizations bred feelings
and like a tidal wave
the sea of emotions
surged over me
and overflowed to my eyes
chest felt heavy and
my head felt light.

i made my way through the dark and crowded room
to my brother
and in front of all his friends
tackled him in a hug.
he scuffled my hair and locked me in his arms,
and i couldn't believe he hugged me back
instead of pushing me away.
he told me
that he was stupid
and that he was sorry.

III.
he held me back as everyone else went down
the winding staircase.
i knew too well that this day would come
but i injected myself with lies
that February can feel like forever.
but the truth prevailed
and the truth hurts.

our cheeks brush and blush.
he got me on the tips of my toes
and his thick sweater caught my tears
as we wrap each other in a long embrace.
i let go of him and dropped my hands
because the moment felt too right but
he hugged me tighter
and he swayed me
gently
   back and forth...
       back and forth...
           back and forth...
contrary
to the wild beat of my heart.
he told me
his final goodbye
and that he will miss me.
I think that I can finally post this because the coast is clear. My friends barely go online nowadays mehehe
2.2k · Jun 2014
TNT
Marge Redelicia Jun 2014
TNT
Ang mga bati mo
Ay laging may ngiti
At ang bawat bulaslas ng iyong labi
Ay may kasamang tawa
Na kay tamis sa pandinig
Pero
Nung tiningnan ko
Ang iyong mga kumikinang na mata
Aking napansin na ang mga ito'y sanay
Na pala sa luha at nung
Hinawakan ko
Ang iyong mga matipunong kamay
Naramdaman ko na ikaw pala'y
Nanginginig
Sa takot at galit

Ewan ko sa 'yo pero
Hindi ko na matiis ang iyong hinagpis.


Lumabas ka na sa iyong pagtatago.
Walang ikabubuti
Ang iyong makasariling pagsasarili
At
Higit sa lahat
Huwag na huwag
**** kakalimutan
Na ako ay para sa iyo at
Nandito lang ako palagi.
2.0k · Feb 2014
Geeks
Marge Redelicia Feb 2014
The last time I saw you
We were trying to blend orange into green
In a huge painting for a fund raising auction.
Surprisingly, I see you again in yet another colorful adventure,
In a dark room with bright blinking lights where
We gave 80's dance moves to pop rock songs.

Then we plunged into the night and let
Our laughter and high pitched voices pierce the chilly air.
We balanced our books as we hurriedly jaywalked
Through the 10 pm traffic jam.

Though the ads in the mall were right at our faces,
You pulled me to a big blue aquarium
To marvel at the goldfish and guppies
Staring at our shiny eyes the same way.
We tried to understand the math
On how our corals cost 3 times more than the States
Even if we have 20 times more species than them.
We couldn't, but we swore to each other we'd stop it.

And as we shared a glass
Of too much ice and no more tea
We fought back passion filled tears
When we told each other story after story
Of our government's inadequacies.
We argued, but finally agreed that
It's not over population, it's urban planning;
It's not poverty, it's inequality;
They're not imbeciles, just ignorant;
And our nation maybe unfortunate,
But our trust is not in fortune, but in grace.

Then as we bid each other goodbye,
Unsure of when will we even meet again,
I prayed to God that
If our school chaplain becomes the president
I'd like him to appoint you and me as the
environment and finance secretaries.
I thanked Him too because
Now for the first time in my life,
I'm not ashamed, I'm not embarrassed but
I'm happy
To be a geek
Because you are with me.
To my 6th most favorite guy ever
1.9k · Apr 2014
ANO BA
Marge Redelicia Apr 2014
puro ka salita
at ang mga salita mo ay puro mga dahilan
kung bakit hindi mo magawa
at hinding-hindi mo kaya.

nakaupo
ka
lang
diyan
kaya huwag kang nang magtaka
kung bakit ikaw ay
napag-iwanan.

alam mo naman na
nandito lang naman kami,
palagi.

**pero bago ang lahat
tulungan mo rin sana ang iyong sarili
I wanted to type this in ALL CAPS
1.9k · Jun 2014
suburban music
Marge Redelicia Jun 2014
the grating voices of neighbors unsuccessfully singing Celine Dion ballads
the monotonous mechanical humming of the metal factory
the squealing of housewives watching an afternoon soap opera
the blaring siren of a firetruck racing with tragedy
the clunks and clangs of a nearby construction site
the roaring of the engine of an overloaded jeepney
the chiming of laughter from kids playing in the streets
the calls of the street vendor peddling sugary cotton candy
the whining of the dog begging to run around outside
*this is the music of life in the outskirts of the city
I tried. I find it so hard to write these days...
1.9k · Feb 2014
Viva Sto. Nino!
Marge Redelicia Feb 2014
Viva Sto. Nino!
Come let us celebrate
The boy Jesus
Our King, our Savior!

Colorful banderitas drape
This town street.
Here comes the
Pagan parade
Going to the church,
Lead by gay majorettes
Flaunting their legs while
Blowing kisses to the priests.

There is a river
Of people each holding
A portrayal of the living God,
A glossy Sto. Nino statue
Dressed in peasant clothes,
A chef's uniform,
A crisp black suit,
A traditional Chinese costume,
And a striped swimwear even.

Some people are masked
As zombies and ghouls
Quite like Halloween in January.
Their face paints start to get
Smeared in their sweaty cheeks
In this scorching 2 pm sun.

At the middle of the parade comes
A pick-up decked with a stereo.
A portrait of lady in a bikini is
Taped on one of its speakers.
As the parade moves on
The kids moshed and fist pumped
To tribal rhythms and hiphop hits
With cuss words in every beat.

The sun is setting and
The celebration finally arrives
At the crowded church plaza.
People make their way,
Inching slowly to the grand church door.
The great parade ends in a bang, well
A slap rather.
A ***** boy hits
A lady's behind
In yellow micro shorts.

A brawl erupts
In the midst of the crowd,
In front of the saints
Petrified in the stained glass windows.
The mass starts soon after
As if nothing happened.

*Viva Sto. Nino!
Come let us celebrate
The boy Jesus
Our King, our Savior!
A documentation of a parade I saw somewhere in Laguna last year. It's the most ironic thing I have ever seen...
1.8k · Jan 2014
Natural Symphony
Marge Redelicia Jan 2014
I kiss the fresh breeze as
The rainforest canopy embraces me.
I still my spirit
And tune my heart
To the natural symphony:

Wind whistling
Brook bubbling
River rushing
Branches creaking
Leaves rustling
Twigs snapping
Owls hooting
Birds singing
Monkeys chattering
Bats screeching
Frogs croaking
Fish blubbing
Deer belling
Snakes hissing
Boars grunting
Crocs roaring
Bees buzzing
Crickets chirping
Beetles humming

And then there is me
Dancing

To the beat and melody
Of the simple
Yet glorious masterpiece.
(How could something so wild
Tame me?)
Listen very closely as
Man and nature
Enjoy each other's
company and
Love one another
In unity.
I thank Wikipedia for educating me about the sounds that animals make yay
1.8k · Apr 2014
adik
Marge Redelicia Apr 2014
sinabi mo sa akin na
wala namang problema sa isang
tikim
pero hindi mo inakala na
sapat na pala 'yun para
mapakain ka ng tuluyan
hanggang sa ikaw ay masobrahan at
sa bawat subo
hindi ka pa rin mabusog
kundi nalulong ka pa ng mas malalim
sa gutom

kaunti na lang at
ikaw rin mismo
ang siyang kakagat at lalamon
sa buhay mo
(pati na rin sa mga taong nasa paligid mo)

hanggang saan pa ang kaya **** malunok
hindi ka naman kinulang sa payo
1.7k · Aug 2014
Stay Away from Me
Marge Redelicia Aug 2014
Be wary of me
My friend of frailty,
Because we see love
In different shades and
Express it in diverging ways.
I admit:
I'm a ****.
I don't way my words and
My actions are driven by
Impulsion and confusion.
My biggest fear is that one day
We would break
Or rather,
I would break
You.

I don't know how to say what I mean;
I can never fathom what you really feel.
My laughter may be hurtful daggers;
My silence may sound like crashing thunders.
Can your bones stand my embrace?
Can you hear me whispering
The things I'm too shy to say?

Truth be told:
I love you
But
Save your heart
And save my dignity.
Darling,
I think you should
Stay away from me.
Most of my friends are geeks but most geeks are sensitive people, oh well...
1.7k · Sep 2014
ang huling tula:
Marge Redelicia Sep 2014
kaya kitang mahalin
pero
hindi kita kayang ingatan.
sa piling ko
ikaw lang ay masasaktan
kaya ang hiling ko lang sa 'yo ay
damdamin para sa akin
sana iyong malimutan.

lahat
ng ginagawa ko para sa iyo
ay nasa ngalan ng pag-big kaya
paumanhin, mahal,
ako'y iyong patawarin.
crey crey
1.7k · Mar 2014
Ang tama
Marge Redelicia Mar 2014
Baka sakaling
tumahan na sa wakas
ang mga damdamin
at katanungan
na sa puso't isipan ko
nag-aalsa...

a) Kung ipagpagtapat
ko sa iyo
ang katotohanan
na ang puso ko'y sa iyo
at mahal kita;

b) Kung itatapat
ko ang sarili ko
sa katotohanan
na kahit kailan
hindi maaaring
maging tayong dalawa

Ano kaya dito ang tama?
It's ok. I'm fine. I'm not stupid.
1.5k · Feb 2014
Sagot
Marge Redelicia Feb 2014
May isang katanungan na
laging bumabagabal
sa aking puso,
sa aking isipan.
Tila lagi ko na lang
nininilay kung ano
ang sagot; ang sagot
na tama kahit
maaaring maging
isang masakit
na tama sa akin.

Pero hindi ako magtatanong
dahil "Hindi" man o "Oo"
masisiraan pa rin ako ng ulo.


"Mahal mo rin ba ako?"
1.5k · Jan 2014
Take me back
Marge Redelicia Jan 2014
Take me back to the days
When we were artists
With the clouds as the paint,
With the sky as the canvas;
Who sang their hearts out
In front of the electric fan
Which became the microphone and auto-tuner.
Take me back to the days
When we were adventurers
Who ran outside after morning showers to
Find the end of the rainbow
Hoping to meet a fellow
Who can grant our greatest wish
That tomorrow would be sunnier than today;
Who balanced between life and death
Every grocery shopping with our mothers
As we carefully tried to avoid the lines of the tiles which
We believed was made up of deadly red lasers.
Take me back to the days
When we were heroes:
Scientists who calculated the intensity of the rain
In the race of raindrops that
Roll down the car window
In the pouring traffic jam.
Ninjas who would wake up early to
Catch the floating dusts that swim in the sun's rays
When you open the curtains of the wide window.
Generals of an army who built
Mighty forts of cotton and feathers and
Found safety beneath warm pillows and sheets
On dark and windy nights.
Take me back to the days
When we were
Engineers,
Doctors,
Politicians,
Pilots,
Astronauts, and
Teachers
Take me back to the days
When we were
*Who we wanted to be.
1.5k · Mar 2014
Color
Marge Redelicia Mar 2014
You may think that you are a dull gray
Quite like heavy clouds that casts dark shadows
Or those ***** dusts you sweep out of the house
But I think

You're a yellow
Like the highlighter you use to study every night
You're a red
Like the big book you read on biochemistry
You're a purple
Like the rims of your thick glasses that people make fun of
You're an orange
Like the ball of this game you don't know how to play
You're a blue
Like the only pair of jeans you seem to have
You're a green
Like the lizard you keep in your room as a pet
You're amazing,
Fun, and full of surprises
And I won't allow you to think otherwise.

So please stop seeing yourself as
Someone who is
No one,
Boring, lame, uninteresting because
Your spirit is uniquely splattered with colors
And it never fails to brighten my day.
I'm a geek magnet for some reason...
1.4k · Sep 2015
the masochist's poem
Marge Redelicia Sep 2015
you are
fire
drawing me
almost mechanically but almost
because i am bound by my own volition
almost rationally

and as i inch closer
your energy
radiates:
radiance i cry
oh my
your warmth
holds me
permeating my skin
seeping into these
iron arteries and
cold, cold guts
(you unravel my knots)

my eyes reflect you
because you are all i see:
all i want to see
i'm a submissive prisoner to your beauty
captivated willingly

i am yours
and even if never
ever
will you be mine
**** it
**** it all
yours i will still be
and no
this is pure delight to me,
i won't consider it a tragedy

your embers are worthy of stars
your hot fumes to me an aroma
and if the price of becoming close
and closer
to you is the
disintegration of my flesh
so be it
give me death
because
i only feel alive
when i am with you

so burn me please
written with 5 people in mind
I don't know anymore this is just word dump haha
1.4k · Nov 2014
waters
Marge Redelicia Nov 2014
he is a winter lake,
embraced by white,
snow-capped shorelines.
his clear and pristine waters
are topped with smooth stillness:
inches of ice
that glows along with the moonlight.

she is a summer sea
with vast warm waters
and wild waves
that crash on yellow sandy shores.
she glistens with the pink rays
of the afternoon sunset
while hiding dark mysteries
for hundreds of feet.
i forgot why i wrote this. such vagueness haha.
1.3k · Sep 2014
escape artists
Marge Redelicia Sep 2014
take me in and
   i'll take you out,
   i'll take you away
to a far, forgotten fantasy
   away from urban complexity, insanity.
we could
dive the depths.
climb the heights.
whisper our wishes
   to the evening breeze.
sing to the beat
   of bubbling brooks.
dance to the rhythm
   of rustling leaves.
ride the road
   of the winding river.
sail forth
   into the vast velvet ocean.
drink the moon glow
   that drips thick like milk.
swallow in
   the air's forgotten freedom.
with one hand
   reach for the stars
   that shine almost as bright as you.
with the other
   hold mine.

erase and escape.
rewrite reality.
lift up that heavy heart.
fall back in love with me.
so much algebra i think i forgot how to poetry....
1.3k · Nov 2013
Rated PG
Marge Redelicia Nov 2013
I don't get why your ****** eyes can't see
I don't get why your short frame can't grasp
I don't get why your semi-average mind can't understand
I don't get why it can't seep in your dark skin and chubby belly that

I  l o v e  y o u

because you care for your friends with utmost loyalty, sincerity
because your eyes shine with fire for the things and the ones you love
because you never run out of wild stories and theories
because your laugh is more than enough to make me laugh along
because your crazy ways take me in an adventure, not chaos definitely
because you would rather be odd in this apathetic world for the sake of chivalry
because you give me more innumerable insane reasons
but actually, simply
because you

You may see yourself as someone unlovable, detestable
but please get rid of that nonsense
because I am here
and very soon,
distance and time would get in the way but
I will always be here and

**I  l o v e  y o u
To the members of the "PG Gang", I hope you understand that Grade 11 loves you guys! Our class would be totally different without you crazyasses. You guys are not a joke, you are family awwwjsdkfjhsdkjfh so cheesy I can puke right now. I can't think of a better title I am sorry.
1.3k · Oct 2014
midnight fantasy
Marge Redelicia Oct 2014
a sudden ring
pierces through the stillness of the night.
he says that he's just outside the door.
he says that he's waiting for me.

12:02 am:
the start of a midnight fantasy

i put on my sweater and slippers.
taking quiet and careful steps,
i escape the four corners of reality and
plunge into the chilly air and the sea of moonbeams.
a warm embrace and a playful laugh welcomes me.

we walk
under the comets and constellations
kicking away pebbles and fallen autumn leaves,
dancing to the beat of our hearts
at the empty city street.

we arrive at the store;
the stark fluorescent light floods our eyes as
i push open the foggy glass door.
he pays pennies, paper bills,
and an encouraging smile
to the lonely counter cashier.

we feast on steaming cups of noodles and
a bag of cheesy chips while
telling stories of the past and
sharing ideas of the future.
we paint visions in our heads,
etch promises in our hearts.
all these with laughter,
echoing to our very souls.

bliss
makes the hours fly by.
the pink hues of dawn chases the moon away.
basking in its gentle rays,
we watch the waking of the sun
as it rises from behind the hills and rooftops.
and like the glorious light,
joy and hope surges through our veins.
and though we don't even touch
we feel love's embrace.

there is a sudden sweep of panic though.
before our parents wake up
we bid each other
thank you and goodbye
and run back to our homes.

but
no matter what,
we know
surely and sincerely
that no morning can ever end our
midnight fantasy.
this is fiction. but i did used to sneak out of the house at midnight to just hang out with my neighbors. now they all live somewhere else though, and so here i am just at my room alone huhu
1.3k · May 2015
constant.
Marge Redelicia May 2015
in this world that keeps spinning
too fast, i keep
on forgetting how to stand on my feet.
the cold concrete always kissing
my bruised knees.

in this world that keeps fading
ever so slightly, i can't
even notice
the bright and brilliant of today
become the black holes of tomorrow.

in this world that keep leaving
things behind: no turning back,
not even a glance.
how do you even
make them stay in place?

in this world that keeps changing

You
remain
constant,
the only One that stays the same.

steady
through whatever
storm or quake.
relentlessly unrelenting.
Master of time:
every era, every age.
forever faithful.

constant.
here to stay.
1.2k · Feb 2015
rainy, lazy
Marge Redelicia Feb 2015
bury yourself between
sheets and covers.
stay all day
in your pajama and sweater.
watch the droplets
slide down the window in a race.
smell the hot cocoa
as the steam wafts to your face.
put out those blazing thoughts
with the sound of static rain.
maybe the chilly air
can ease those burning pains.
from busy to lazy,
the city's enfolded in peace.
at least for a moment,
all worries stand still and cease.
i'm ok i promise,
i just miss the rain.
1.2k · Apr 2014
Of miles and maybe's
Marge Redelicia Apr 2014
Maybe I'll hear your distinct funny laugh
even across murmurs and mechanical hums
in a subway in Singapore
       Maybe I'll find you  
behind smoke from exotic dishes cooking;
where the aroma of spices is wafting
up into the humid Indian air
       Maybe I'll see your sweet face
reflecting the colorful glows
of fireworks painting the night sky
in a fiesta in Mexico
       Maybe I'll come across you
at a sandy Guatemalan shoreline,
where the crashing waves
could add rhythm
to the poems that we make
       Maybe when I'm stranded
you'll tap on my car window
to help me out of a snowstorm in Canada
that your tropical skin hates
       Maybe we will share
the same park bench in DC
and we could contemplate all day
on our countries' intertwined histories
       Maybe we will
gasp in surprise
squeal in delight
and give each other
a tight handshake
a big high five
or maybe even
a warm embrace
       Maybe we live thousands or even
hundreds of thousands of miles apart
but one way or another
we will see each other again
        **I will make that a certainty
I hate how I don't want things to rhyme but then they end of rhyming and how I'm trying to give lines a definite meter but they just don't mehe
1.2k · Feb 2014
sayang
Marge Redelicia Feb 2014
ibinuhos ko ang aking damdamin
sa pagbabakasakaling
lahat nito, iyong sasaluhin
pero hindi
natapon lamang at
maiiging sinipsip ng lupa;
nagpatubo ng isang damo,
isang munting makahiya.

ang aking damdamin
ay lubos lang nasayang,
pero wala ka namang nalalaman.
nasa akin lang ang hinayang.
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