Sa dinami-rami ng mga maliliit na bagay
na alam ko tungkol sa'yo,
kaya ko ng makasulat ng isang nobela
na iyon lamang ang nilalaman.
Paano pa kaya
kung malaman ko ang mga pinakatatago **** sikreto?
Paano pa kaya
kung matuklasan ko ang iyong pinakamaiitim na lihim?
Paano kung kinaya kong buksan
ang iyong puso't isipan para lang malaman
kung sino ang itong nilalaman?
Kaya lang sa'king palagay
hindi ko kakayaning makita
na iniisip mo kung paano
mo hahawakan ang kaniyang kamay.
Na ang tumatakbo pala sa iyong isipan
ay kung paano mo siya gustong hagkan.
Doon pa lamang,
bumigay na ang aking puso
Ginusto ko ng dukutin ang aking mga mata
para lang hindi masilayan kung gaano ka kasaya
sa piling niya.
Iyon na siguro ang malaki **** sikreto.
Mahal mo pa rin siya
Hindi ko na naman kailangang tanungin
dahil pag tinitignan kita, siya ang nakikita mo.
Ayoko ng makita muli ang laman ng iyong puso.
Ayoko ng matandaan.
Ayoko ng pakielaman.
Pero sana
*Sana yung maliliit na bagay na lang
ang aking nalaman.

as i looked through cheval glass
i recognized a body staring back
it had wounds & scratches
on its hands and feet
it had a broken heart
that cried every beat
as i stared at it's ruptured figure
i looked up to find
eyes that flickered
then in a flash
the body changed
it had hands of an artist,
feet of a dancer,
lips of a singer,
mind of a dreamer,
and the heart of a believer
& that's when I realized
the figure was mine
it was I
before i had been made new
before I surrendered my life to You
and as tears fall down my face
my hearts worships
through the sound of your grace
for from then on
my hearts commits without compromise
my mind was washed clean from all the lies
for truly I, am loved by Jesus Christ

my first love did not love me back

i watched her from afar as her smile radiated the layers and sheets of the ground that has yet to crumble
hair held back or let down, her face shone and all i could see was the future that wasn't written at the palm of my hands
whenever our eyes reflected, in her i saw everything i could ever want
she was never beyond reach, yet whenever i held her hands and wrists, i felt her pulse skip a beat, and i knew that it was not for me
her lips met others to satisfy and her touch kissed the skin of another
but i remained by her side amongst many others
sometimes i felt as if i was closest to a wave i could ever be, only to be washed away and be brought back to shore
you are that wave, and no matter how many times i am closest to drowning, no matter how many times you drag me back to shore away from you, i will keep swimming, maybe in the hopes that someday i'll be able to join you
and to every sunrise and every sunset of everyday
to every rainfall and to every sunshine we praise
you will always be on my mind no matter what weather or day
as stupid as i sound as a love sick fool, clinging to a wave that easily slips from my skin, that leaves a stinging sensation for every attempt i try to shoot for the heart
i will always be left with sand in my ears and lips cut in between
yet i will continue to watch for that wave, and the sun that peaks through, high up in the sky without a single cloud
i will watch until the layers and sheets underneath me crumble
and even 'til death, you will always be the reminder of the first love that never loved me back

n.j.