Thinking about you between meetings,
Between meals, between showers,
Between random scrolling on the internet,
Makes me giddy and profoundly safe.

Lately may have been hectic,
Crowded of thoughts and uncertainties.
Thinking about you solely,
Does not ease any of it truthfully
But choosing you among those things, does.

Remembering why we even started
How you make me feel enough and heard
How I can still picture vividly the first time you kissed me and how it smells
In hopes that the feelings and memories
won’t be slowly slipping away.

Those full infinitives
In the future are not what I am after all
From then on ‘til now
That’s what really matters.

You are the calm to my storm,
the lighthouse to my hurricane.

And I couldn't be more grateful for having someone like you
despite the distance,
the drama and mundane days that I'm always putting on you
even those things in between.

You are my solace,
I couldn't ask for more.

They say you only live once
so cliché as it may sound
But do make the most out of it
as you live your life
Do it according to your own parameters
No need to compare it with others.

For as long as you decide for your sake
Never hesitate to figure things out on your own
When you set your pace of living your dreams
You will never have to worry.

Happiness and success are two interlinking entities
Having both is a blessing
But flourishing in every circumstances you encounter is way more than pleasing.

And as you only live once,
Maybe you can always try to do something to forget than to regret later on.

Out of randomly seeking
I’ve seen this possible opportunity
I hope I’ll be qualified enough
To proved my self-worth
Even more than what others may thought of me
Just give me a chance
I won’t mess up this time
This could be it
No to jinx please
I’m trembling upon typing
No to more errors please
Just a single chance is what I plead
Lead my way to You.

Sometimes I am thinking what if you did not become my seatmate
What if I let myself drowned in my own belief of life and never encountered you anyway
Could it become less painful for me?
How you slapped on my face that I was nothing  
But here I am with nothing but a plead
Foolishly hope that it could be you and me
Lasted for more or less couple of years  
How could it made so restless and weak?

I guess poetry speaks to the immediate wound
The kind of wound that I myself never imagined to be my first genuine woe
Running through my mind's tunnel straight down to my heart
Both battling to win over from each other for quite a time now
But rightful enough to make me tough  
Prudent enough to thwart my bluff  
Grasping it as a part of life to be learned with might and thump.

Right now, I am just happy, satisfied enough of what we had
Even what we could have had and can  no longer have was the best thing I have never had  
For I know better now than the last time you left me hanging with just your cold breathing
This time as I open my heart of being loved than to only love
My heart feels warm and flying

Breeding hope that I could be happier than I used to be
Because finally I set myself free
Breaking free from you whom I never thought would teach me this thing, that thing;
That thing called “katangahan”.

As Sarah Kay and Philip Kaye would say,
I would also like to say to the person who never gave the love that I deserve,
“Thank you for stopping by.”

Barely holding on to,
Yet striving not to fall apart.
Yard by yard,
life is indeed hard.
Yet inch by inch,
It shall be a clinched.

Give them a cat face
And they'll bark you
So what then?
Curse them with a smile
For beneath you can conceal
Please do not feel
Yet one must recognize the fancy dress that covers
There could be more than just troubles
Embrace it as long as you withstand.

Make the most out of your candidness
Set it free once the Guard told you so though
The fog of wisdom is fast approaching
Learn to get rid of worth not having
But don't forget to wear your comfy sneakers then strike a pose
Anyway this is your runway show.

A stumble may prevent a fall.
Rise like the sun for every surge that's coming.
A wavering ocean won't wait for you to realize as the captain of your own ship.
Either you keep on cruisin' or follow where the cached stars are leading you.

Throughout the voyage, be reminded you're surrounded by adversities.
Your ship won't be sinking unless you let the water in.
The waves are telling you to be still, and reminding you that they just come and go.

Patiently waiting for the time when the stars can be vividly seen under the sky of dreams.
Mind setting like the sun at every end of the day.
Deep down within, I know there could always be a good thing to sustain me.

Let me focus on you.
Solely on you.
Not because they withered.
But because on top of all,
You're the one that truly matters.
Your somber death were like these unlit sunflowers,
As if they're joining the sun as it sets,
And hand over a silver lining for the next morn to come.

Ah, sunflower and sunset — these two have always been my favorites.
Both can be as bright as the sun that shines through my fingers,
As I cover my face because of dismay,
I know that even in times when I badly want to see and touch them but couldn't,
Nothing has changed.

Just because something did not turn out the way it should be, something has changed maybe,
Doesn't mean they are not what they used to be right?
Everything needs a break, everything has its end.
But for every ending is another opportunity to begin with.
And that can always be a start of something new,
something beyond what can superficially be seen.
So for this time, let me see and shout your name again..
because maybe that's just what I need, to genuinely listen.

In our lifetime, we have regrets.
Those are the things that we want to forget.
Truth be told, certain damages have been made that nothing in this world can change it,
No one and anything could mend it as if nothing really happened to be honest.
We all know that, we know that very well.
He knows it too well.

Once you have given the chance to live,
Live it out to the fullest more than life could really give.
Cliché as it may seem but never count the days,
Make each day count for real.
We will never know when He’s going to take it back,
So before it’s too late, let’s be sure how to get our knees on track.
Bend it if that will help to endure the pain,
Stretch it if that will ease the pain.
Pain within or beneath,
Death could cause either of both ways.

There could be times that we might think of it as the easiest way to escape,
But in reality, it could only make us suffer as we try to conceal it.
Ironic but as some of us think of it as gateway,
Some are indisputably afraid of what it could bring to one’s stay here.
Lots of people too are finding it hard to accept death as it should be,
But we can always have it the other way around, perchance.
We call it being infinite despite our limits,
In this realm which probably has given us predestined deadlines.

But one should take note that nothing could be really permanent with one’s temperament,
Nevertheless, we could always have the choice to outcast our shadows as we live.
We just have to believe,
And nothing but only believe.
Believe that anyone of us could be infinite,
And we can only do that as long as we recognize its paradoxical relationship with the so called ending, death.

Each and every one would be facing death when it found its impeccable way to end,
But if we believe that we can be more of what we are actually could be and did something that we won’t regret,
Then there is nothing greater than what we have come to be from the very first minute of our life until death.
Despite knowing that nothing in this world would really last,
Infinity is within every one of us and that’s for a fact.

As long as we live disregarding the thought that death could anytime hit us,
We can be and do anything as if death wouldn’t find its way to beat us.
Moreover, overcoming regrets would be seamless,
And nothing or anyone could trip us.
To live as if you will die tomorrow,
And learn as if you will live forever.
This is the paradox of life,
Death and infinite could be both fulfilled once we find our own understanding of serenity.
In peace, our hearts will be pleased,
What is more, He will be glad to witness it.

Rivers are flowing within.
Swollen tip has been toughly aching,
Numbness seems to be dominating
Yet continuously finding the headwaters of river,
Running through, flowing permeably.

Grasping as it wonders when it will be truly found,
Crying out heart’s true deepest desires. Trudging up a steep trail,
Freudian slips as tongue’s weeping,
On other hand, thrusting the tip of one’s iceberg.

Apparently consumed over its power
But giving such soothing impalpable warmth of a lover.
Lying on seabed of embers,
Head over heels, asking:
Am I wandering in a milky dream again
Or is it just the caffeine that rushes through me at the moment?

Before it tastes like a savory.
But for some reason, it started to taste as what it’s supposed to be.
Sweet, creamy and lovely in every bite.

It was never my favorite in coffee shops.
It was never that tasty enough.
I couldn’t even imagine finishing a piece of this pastry.

I wonder what caused this sudden change of flavor.
I wonder why I have this urge to save it for later.
Perhaps, it was the person who gave and made it taste better.