Gusto ko ng panibagong balat.
Iyong maputi at makinis.
Mala porselana,
Na halos kuminang tuwing masisinagan ng araw.
Kabisado ko ang bilang ng araw,
Na ginugugol sa ilalim ng araw kakabanat.

Ngunit,
Ang panibagong balat,
Hindi nito ako kayang protektahan, alam ko.
Lilimitahan lamang nito ang mga nalalaman ko.
Ngunit,
Sa panibagong balat, nais ko magsimula.
Kilalanin at kalimutan ng halos magkasabay,
Ang imahe ng nakakadiri kong balat.

Bilang ang peklat.
Sukat ko kung gaano kalalim ito,
Noong sugat pa lamang.
Kaya ko gusto ng bagong balat para pagtakpan ito.
Baka sakaling iwasto ng bago kong balat,
Ang mga naimali ko.

Makikilala kaya ako ng ibang tao,
Sa bagong balat na suot ko?

Marahil hindi,
sana hindi,
panigurado hindi.

Nais kong magtago,
Sa paraan kung paano ako lulutang ng hubo't hubad.
Nang hindi ko na itatakip,
Ang aking palad sa aking dibdib,
Dahon sa ibaba ng puson.

Isisigaw ko ang salitang "PUTA!" ng napakalakas,
Halos magsisilabas
Ang mga putang mismong makakarinig,
At yayakapin ko sila.

Dahil bago ang balat ko, ito'y mainit.
Kumpara sa nahamugan kong balat kagabi.
Malinis,
Kumpara sa balat kong may dampi ng mabahong laway.
Mabango,
Kumpara sa mumurahing aficionado na nahaluan
Ng pawis ni Ricardo kagabi.

Bagong balat.
Ibebenta ko ang luma kong balat,
Sa gabing ito.
Bilhin mo ang aking balat.

May panibago bukas,
Pag-asa, hamon,
Mantikilya sa loob ng pandesal.

Gamit ang luma kong balat,
Makakabili pa ba ako ng bago?

Magkaiba ang bagong uri sa bagong palit.
Ang balat ko, nalaspag na.
Tulad ng puti kong damit,
Hindi na ito puti.

Marumi ang titig ko.
Marumihin ang aking naisuot.
Ang balat ko ay puno ng mantsa,
Ngunit bago ang aking suot ngayon, bagamat,
Iisa parin ng uri.

Balat na nakalaan para ulitin ang pagrumi at
Yurak sa puti kong suot.
Bagong balat, kulay puti.
Wala na akong maisuot.

Hubad na ang aking puri.
Hindi ko masuot ang salapi.
Magkano pera mo? Tara?
Nais mo bang makita ang aking balat?

Laban para sa bayan
Laban sa kalayaan,
Laban sa katarungan
Laban sa katapangan

Naririnig mo rin ba?
Ang mga alingawngaw
Ng mga tao't bansa,
Nais ng makalaya

Hanggang kailan mo kaya
Lumaban sa kanila?
Kalayaan na nais
Kailan ba makakamit?

Patuloy na lalaban
Para sa kalayaan,
Huwag maging gahaman
Upang walang alitan

Minamahal kong bansa
Ipaglalaban kita,
Anuman ang mangyari
Patuloy lang ang laban.

Siya ay walang pakialam
Kung ano man ang sabihin ng iba
Basta ang importante
Buong paligid ay masaya

Ngayong gabi, umupo ka na
Sa kanyang tabi, tinitigan pa
Ang kanyang mata na para bang
May gustong ipahiwatig

At unti-unting  lumalapit
Ang labi natin na nasasabik
Na matikman niya ang iyong halik
Ngunit 'di mo 'to matatawag na...

Isang pag-ibig

Lobo, maaaring hayop o bagay
Ano nga ba ang tunay?
Mga kaibigang nagbibigay pugay.
Sino nga ba ang tunay?
Araw araw magpasalamat para sa mga totoo
Mga pekeng kaibiga'y alisin sa buhay mo.
Magpakasaya hangga't may hininga.
Dahil balang araw malilimutan mo rin sila.

This kind of vision is what I use,
In everything that caught
The attention of my eye.

It helps me see things,
That I can't see straightly.
Maybe because I'm just shy or scared.
Or barely having fear of rejection.

But the moment I met you,
I know in myself I'm not scared anymore.
Because you're so perfect and fine.

I'm so inlove with you,
So why the hell I'm going to use my peripheral vision
If I can see you in face to face.

You're so perfect and hella nice.

The one who bears
the sweetest name,
and adds luster
to the same.
Long life to her
for there's no other,
who takes the place
of my dear
Mother.

Usok,
Mapusok,
Tumutusok.

Buhay nating parang usok
Sa lahat ng bagay nawawalan ng desisyon, mapusok
Kaya ang laging mali sa buhay, tumutusok

Sindi
Landi
Intindi

Makulay na apoy ng sindi
Bawat hithit sa oras, panaho'y malandi
Pinipilit na ang realidad, iniintindi.

Kasama
Tama
Masama

sa bawat yapak sa daana'y ikaw ang kasama
Wala eh, masarap, masarap ang tama
Hanggang sa di mo na namalayan na ikaw na,
ikaw na ang napasama,
ikaw na ang masama.

Ｅach day in cotton gloves, the artist works
Ｐerfecting gorgeous flowers made of silk
Ｈarmoniously hued and ever perked
Ｅternal, unlike fresh ones of their ilk
Ｍeandering back home 'midst evening gloom
Ｅncounters in a sad neglected park
Ｒetiring, non-attention seeking bloom
Ａnd feels a stirring of compassion spark
Ｌet's drop her wooly mitt and stoops to touch

Ｂeneath the leaves, dropped petals slowly fade
Ｌamenting tarnished loveliness nonesuch
Ｏbliquely for a moment two lives braid
Ｏffhand there is no purpose for a glove
Ｍortality is tantamount to love.

Himig kalungkutan, mga himig na hindi mawari
Mga dapat na pinapakinggan mo twing ika'y wala sa sarili,
Nang mapagtantong **** mas nawawala ka pa sa iyong sarili
Pero mas pinanghahawakan kong ikaw ay manatili

Sana,
sana nga, hanggang huli
Hanggang HULI.

"I'll wait for you as long,
as you need me to.
To the skies"

Distance, patience,
miscommunication, drives me crazy.
Lately I've been overthinking.
Maybe I'm just temporary.
You don't need me.
Let me sleep, I'll keep you in my dreams
until you're next to me.

I'm waiting here for you,
Together was all I knew.
I'm waiting here for you,
Until then I'm still learning new.

Distant delusions in this measurement,
it drains me empty.
Lately I've been whispering to my sheets.
Pretending they were meant to be made for two.
Way too used to you,
to be right there next to me.

I'm waiting here for you,
Together was all I knew.
I'm waiting here for you,
Until then I'm still learning new.

For my 20 years of existence.
I'm just a loner, depressed guy.
I never go out.
Never spoke with someone or even laugh out.
But this heroes I encountered is the best to tell y'all about.

When I was on my Highschool,
My cousin introduced me some cool music,
Some music I never listened before.
It all started from Red Jumpsuit Apparatus,
My Chemical Romance, Alesana, Blessthefall, and more.

But the one I remember most
And the one I'm still loving to listen is Coheed and Cambria.
Their album Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV, Vol. 1 is a gem.
I just imagined myself floating in some equilibrium
With their tracks in it.

Ah man, I'm so lucky I encountered them.
Bless their sweet souls.

F ar down South China Sea
I ndigenous brave men and women lives
L oyal, friendly, fearless happy people
I ngenous and not to be outsmarted
P earl of the orient no other else in Asia
I slands nurtured by Mother Nature and it's wonders
N ot to fear surrender it's freedom and liberty
O nly to die and ready to struggle to self-determination.

I know.
I know you're like me.
I know you're also tired of running in circles.
Running around circles of problems.

I know.
I know you're like me.
I know you're also tired of making your eyes bleed.
Making your eyes bleed because of cryin' all night.

I know.
I know you're like me.
But haven't you tried considering your courage?
The courage to run among these things?

I know.
I know you're like me.
But why don't you try to break?
Try to break your so called comfort zone?
And consider your courage to avoid these things.

I know.
I know you're like me.
And if you're like me,
come, join with me running away on these things.

The things we think about at night never lose taste,
Take the close to find something greater.

This wall has finally reached its end,
Its higher ground, lets make a stand.

Did you ever think that we would get this high?
Pull back the sheets to find an ending that you prayed for.

Now head towards the light
The dark has no place here.

To show you how I feel
To show you who I am
Cause it's locked away.

You don't feel real,
I don't feel real.

I don't feel real,
I don't feel right,
This pain is beating.

Well,
I'm not taking my time anymore,
Nothing feels real anymore.

When you were young and scared of nothing,
You were enchanted by the moon,
And a field of glowing stars that clung,
To the ceiling of your room.
You drew lines to link their beauty,
Made constellations of your own,
An explorer of the universe,
With your warm bed for a throne.
And you remember one cold evening,
When those stars had lose their light,
How you grabbed your favourite sweater,
And padded out into the night.
And the sight that lay above you,
Made your tiny heart start reeling,
As a sea of glinting starlight danced,
On the worlds now darkened ceiling.
But though the stars strung high above you
Claimed you were part of it all,
You couldn't stop their large expanse
From making you feel small.
For despite all of the lines you drew,
The constellations stayed the same,
And every star you made your own,
Already had a name.
But listen young explorer,
For a star's light can be slow,
And the ones you see above you,
Were made a long long time ago.
And though the world won't see it,
Until this earth's a lot more worn,
The moment you saw the sky,
A brand new star was born.

I took a walk in the park
But I got bored
I took a moment to breathe
What am I outside for,

I hate this place
It all wants me dead
Can't help but make a face
My skin is turning red
Just what I dread

How long will I be this young?
I stay up late
I burn my tongue

I dont wanna pay my bills
I'll walk the world
I'll live off thrills
Life on the outside.

I think i needed
Some time in silence
Scared shitless
And shaking
And needing
Every second of it
But can you see me
It's dark

I think i needed
Some time in silence
Scared shitless
And shaking
And needing
Every second of it
But can you see me
It's dark

Father forgive me
For you know that I am always sinning
I take no interest in partying with liquor,
******* up my system

Excuse my language
That's a hangup for how ******,
I've been feeling

I'm sorry
I feel no attraction,
You know that its been a minute
Cause I've been so alone for so long

Losing interest
you won't find no better than this,
I swear girl if you leave
just let me know
so it won’t hurt bad
when you move

Tell me why i'm waiting
For somebody,
That couldn't give a **** about me
Oh,
Oh you wouldn't.

N onsensical enigmas form a queue
O ntogenies where time is in reverse
T wo sides to everything but why so few?
H istoric catalogue of multiverse
I nfinity that's frozen on the spot
N o change of entropy if all were still
G reen engines which produce but don't get hot
P recise, deterministic style free-will
A spatially dimensionless time-zone
R eligions with the freedom to evolve
A lthough I have to own I have my own-
D ogmatic attitudes I'll not devolve
O ne hopes someday to hear someone propound
X marks the spot where everything is found.

Their vices and all badness,
Oh! An evildoer's gladness,
Qualmishness with sickness,
Tumbled down by sadness,
Desolation and dreariness,
Entreating for a lightness!

Existence's nice.
Feelin heights and pricey.
Everything.
Everything's good and billin' heist.

"Shookt" They said.
"Doomed" Is what I replied.

O' hella fine,
There's no time and lime,
For dime.

Lies,
Tremendous crimes and foolish sins
everywhere.
I'm so tired, very tired.
Livin' a world that being rotten.

Foolish ones,
Vicious lives.
Come, we ain't done.

Sorrow, sorrow.
Til' when?
When?
When will be your last row?

Death,
Death ain't just easy as it seems.
Let death gets its grim.

"Let's talk about the universe." She said.
I stared at her as she sipped her coffee.
I smiled.

She looked like art.
She's the painting I received from my grandmother
nine years ago,
She's my mother's wedding ring my father gave when he
promised as she walked down the aisle.
She's the new dress my mom bought in that old store at
sixth street.
She's the fountain pen I used to write with.
She's the cliff-hanger in every book I've read.

She looked like art.
She's the abstract painting I could not comprend but love.
She's got all the shades of black and white, but she
painted every corner in this room with the colors the
universe haven't discovered.
She's the flame on my cigarette, so beautiful I'm afraid to
touch.
She's the bittersweet coffee I had this morning,
so sweet it burned my tongue.
She's every piece of literature every writer wrote.
She's every living thing in this world.

She looked like art.
She was art herself.

"Why would we talk about you?" I answered.