Kaniadtong mga bulan nga migo ra tika,
Kalipay na nako ang maka istorya ta.
Sa mga adlaw nga imo ra ko awayon,
Akong kalag nag agik-ik sa ilalom.

Sa mga oras nga ikaw galisod,
Kahinumdom ba ka nga naa ra ko?
Nitulo akong luha para nimo,
Ug misakit akong dughan alang kanimo.

Basin sakto gyud nga sa sinugdanan,
Diha ra maayo ang mga katawhan.
Sa mga tawag nato nga nagpainit sa dughan,
Ni abot ta ani karon nga murag gi kuriskurisan.

Oo, gihigugma nato ang usa'g usa,
Gugma nga lisod na pangitaon aning panahona.
Pero kining gugma nato akong gi pas-an,
Sama kang Atlas nga gi pas-an ang kalibutan.

Dili ko gusto mupalayo kanimo, langga,
Apan ang kasakit di na nako kaya --
Higugmaon nalang tika sa layo,
Ikaw akong pangandoy, ug ikaw ako i-ampo.

Naga pangita ko kanimo sa kalasangan,
Kay nag-tuo ko nga imo kong gibyaan.
Sa pipila ka oras nga wa ka makit-an,
Nasinati ko ang kalayo sa kamatuoran.

Oo, nawala ko sa dalan, pangga.
Hain ka na, anhi-a ko sa akong lungga.
Ang imong pahiyom gusto nako makita,
Uban lang ta sa kalisod ug pagmaya.

As the blade pierced my skin,
I wondered if it reached your heart --
As all our sadness, fears, guilt and sins
Chased us away, taking us farther apart.

As my soul screamed for you,
On this battle we persisted to fight
I saw your ****** carcass
And the blade sinks deeper at the sight.

I cried out in despair over your flesh
Screaming, cursing, refusing to part.
I grew bitter and darkness fell over us
And the blade sank into my own heart.

Quivering, parched lips
As the dark cloaks my body
Another cold night.

Gusto kong manahimik,
Sa salita o sa kaluluwa.
Gusto kong ibaon,
Katawang di uma ahon.
Gusto kong tumigil,
Pahilumin ang sugat.
Gusto kong manahimik,
Huling hinga't pipikit.

When the cold dawn air nips,
I yearn for your loving warmth,
The kind of heat that spreads through
From my chest to the tips of my toes.

At the times when we say nothing,
Just gaze at each other through our screens
And tears roll as our hearts begin to sing
I am alive, more so than I've ever been.

My fingers start to scratch my chest
And I am robbed off of my breath.
Darling, after all this time, I am.
I am yours even past the setting West.

As the temple throbs
For each wham of a thought
A push back is made
Leaving you distraught.

As each stitch is cut
And the wound gapes wide
The light in your eyes dims
Your gaze cast aside.

You question yourself:
"How can a heart, once young and ready,
Turn its petals to shades of ash,
And cower when it wants to be happy?"

I keep on playing with
The idea of leaving
When everything that I believe in
Crumbles to nothing.

Sa mga bagay na akalang
May halaga,
Mahahanap ang mga tinik
At pangungutya.

Sa mga damdaming
Di mapigilan,
Nagtatagong demonyo
Ang masisilayan.

Sa mga luhang iba iba
Ang panimpla,
Pait ng poot at alat ng lungkot,
Sila'y ibubulsa.

Sa mga gabing napapaisip
Ng sariling dulo,
Huling isip at ngiti ko'y,
Iaalay sayo.

At night, when all is silent and beautiful,
The chains snakes around me to my bed
Cold and unforgiving, but tight and so sure
My body surrenders and my sanity has fled.

I remember the spots on the petals
Of the flowers you took but never sent
I remember the veins running down
When you made a fist, begging to be kissed.

You must smell like the sunsets that you showed
And your scent was all I craved to know.
Faces pressed, lips quivering over our screens
My heart raced as you crawled under my skin.

Blankets did nothing to fight away the cold
When dawn came, racking up my frame.
I sobbed, and sobbed, as quiet as I could
Hoping your warmth breaks me from this stronghold.

My eyes flutter open when the sun came
And I whisper your name softly in prayer
For although the chains may have vanished,
Each morning, my heart loses its flames.

When the cold wind strikes my skin
And the hairs stand up in attention
My soul sinks deeper into darkness
And the screams begin to unfurl

Closing my eyes does not help
From keeping the treacherous images away
In as much as that your absence
Cannot keep this raging love at bay.

I like to be sad, I admit.
Late at night
When I think the only person
Alive is only me.
I like how it stabs my heart
Mercilessly
Excruciatingly
At the same time,
It makes me so ******* alive.
I can feel my whole body thrum &
I can feel how tight it is to breathe
And I still feel safe
Because I hold the key.

I don't like this kind of sadness
The kind that is out of your control --
Beyond what you can control
Hurting unpredictable parts
And burning spots I don't want to be burned.
It makes me helpless.
Just lying until the fire of anguish
Swallows me whole.
Until I am empty.
Until I am numb.

As I sit by the shore and smell the sea
For a moment I am at peace and I breathe.
As the air exits my lungs silently,
My chest caves in and panic settles in.

As I grasp for sanity, I take a step back
For the waves are monstrous and out to ****.
But the land where I am turns to quicksand
And I watch in horror as darkness attacked.

The waves came that day in disguise
I should've known for I met him many times -
And as I drown in its deepest depths,
I whisper, "Hello, sadness, my old friend".

On days when you feel jumbled,
And your thoughts begin to scramble
I heave out a sigh and close my eyes
As I waited for the particles to settle.

As my body slowly retires down,
My heart whimpers as it struggles to fight.
Ah, but every thing is tied to sadness,
Its toxicity dims out the light.

Months and months of battles I fought,
They made me feel frail and weak.
And as my veins begin to succumb,
I am too lost, too wounded to speak.

A faint smile on my lips that seek yours,
A tear from my eyes that sees all of you,
Your name I'd whisper for all time,
My love, I try to live - but death keeps me resigned.

Hurt and lost and tired
Slowly I would let the dark
Take over my soul

Faltering heart beats
As my chest is cut open
And the words don't come.

My heart used to swell with joy
When heavy drops pitter patters the roof.
But now it sinks to its deepest depths,
For the cold and struggles it may bring you.

I can feel the anger
Swimming beneath my skin.
Were I to slice it open,
Will it makes things better?

A skin neither pale nor dark
With marks that look fascinating.
As every emotion builds up,
The hands that control aren't wavering.

So much anger, burning hot sin
Scalding flow of venous liquid
Throbbing my heated skin

To appease the beast it seems,
The cool, smooth silverware
Sinks deeper, demanding release.

As the ground trembles,
And the tide madly dances
I search for my home.