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Aug 2020 · 374
Tearddrops
Sha Aug 2020
You say we could laugh and be merry tomorrow.
How funny and stupid at the same time.
The world laughed yesterday and cried today,
We cried today so maybe we can laugh next.
written on April's fools
Aug 2018 · 529
Persephone
Sha Aug 2018
Do not let joy be abducted from you. You are made to carpet the earth in spring
And bloom flowers to beautify the parched land.
Do not stay in the darkness.
Rise with gentleness and softness still embedded in you.
Light the world and remind everyone that you cannot be destroyed.
Make them dance like sunflowers swaying for the sun.
Jul 2018 · 507
Passive
Sha Jul 2018
I hope you'd have a million dollar smile,
A crow's feet by your eyes,
And someone who'd photograph those laugh lines.
Put it in a special box.
And may you stumble upon it at the right time when joy is elusive.
May you be reminded
Everything shall pass.
So the tears that are falling right now will dry up and there will be unending joy coming soon.
Inspired by Rudy Francisco's poem.
Also part 1 of the Passive-Aggressive poems.
Jul 2018 · 384
Aggressive
Sha Jul 2018
I forgave you in my prayers, in my heart.
To make room for the essentials.
I kept faith.
Gave up unnecessarry baggage.
I kept love.
Let go of unlabeled emotions.
I kept forgiveness.
Finally, I forgave you.
Jun 2018 · 413
Closing Billboard
Sha Jun 2018
Silence and space. We have now mastered the trick. And we are living it. No cues. No dramatic transitions or face-slapping moment.
Dead air is not even awkward.
The parlor games are busted.
It just happened one Tuesday morning inside Starbucks after you ordered your iced Americano and my vanilla frappuccino, no whipped cream,

Maybe there's a sequel to this story, but for now, we should roll the credits.
Jun 2018 · 354
Tu Me Manques
Sha Jun 2018
Do not let love be missing from you.
Embrace him in all his glory and light,
Walk together.
Spend eternity in love's kingdom forever.
Jun 2018 · 236
17:9
Sha Jun 2018
This heart is deceitful above all things.
It is high on feelings on a Saturday morning.
Who can understand its battles, its dancing, its bending?
Mold me and remove this fickleness.
Help me go back to your will.
May 2018 · 349
Caprice
Sha May 2018
An abrupt turn at the corner and the sudden change of weather from warm to monsoon marks the new chapter. He did not do that to spite her. It was just the right time to close the book he's never gonna buy. After all, her lashes, her silence, his laughter is another's. The rainbow that is meant to confetti her smile is hidden in a different cloud. The sun is still golden. The letters are still there. His name is still Romeo. But you are not Juliet.
May 2018 · 1.0k
Irog #2
Sha May 2018
You need to breath, untighten your shoulders, and unclasp your fist.
Tell me with your brows all your worries and I will say prayers.
It's okay to cry. Let the window pane gather your tears and send it to the heavens.
Let the Divine hear of your melancholy and allow him to remove you out of the mud.
Do not resist. Do not be so obsessed with the lies that covered your life.
Remove the dust settled from the window sill of your soul.
You can invite the eternal peace to glitter your sky.
And you can step out of the chains of the past, the regrets, and the hurts.
Dip your hands in the wholeness of freedom because..
Irog, you can be free.
Irog means love
Apr 2018 · 308
Sad Song
Sha Apr 2018
In the middle of the crowd, I heard the crickets' song.
Laughter was muted as if to pay respect to one heart being broken.
Footsteps sounded like claps prepared to applaud the orchestra of eyes not meeting.

The once chirping birds sounded like cars honking.
The air felt heavy and the cozy felt cold.
And though it was spring, dead leaves kept falling.
And all the warm feelings were exchanged with a sad song.
Apr 2018 · 257
After
Sha Apr 2018
When the sea is calm again and the grey clouds no longer hold thunders, I hope to see you at the shore still smiling.

And in the midst of metal scraps and wreckage, may you be standing still and siphon all the chaos into a black hole, leave it there and raise a white flag of surrender.

May you be thankful that the storm passed, you are alive, and a sunny day has come.
Dec 2017 · 359
Dangerous brown eyes
Sha Dec 2017
Friday night,
bright lights
at the corner of the square
where we don't know each other (yet).
Our eyes locked.
There were no keys.
Our gaze kissed.
Who would have thought that I'd be so hooked
with those brown eyes.
Lips were silent.
Hearts weren't.
I thought it was the start of some fireworks.
Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't.
But the way you stared smelled like poison.
It was not blank.
It did not lie.
The transparency amused and terrified me.
I would love to dig deeper and enter the universe that it holds.
What would it taste like?
I am scared to be consumed without a fight.
Friday night,
dim lights
Our eyes locked.
I am searching for the keys.
Nov 2017 · 1.7k
labing-isa:labing-isa
Sha Nov 2017
Akala **** hindi mo na makikita pa kahit kailan. Ngunit iniluwa siya ng gabi. Unang beses sa mahabang pagkakataon, kinumbinsi mo ang sarili at kinumbinsi siyang samahan kang maglakad ng mabagal sa maiksing kalsada. Hindi siya pumalag. At sa dulo, inalis niya ang tuyong dahong nakasabit sa buhok mo. At gaya ng dati, hindi siya magpapaalam. Ibabalik mo siya sa gabi, ika labing isang minuto makalipas ang alas onse, iniisip kung sinong magmamay-ari sa kanya balang araw. Uuwi kang mag-isa, wala nang traffic sa EDSA, wala na ring lumbay. Sa iyo ang huling halakhak pero ngingiti ka na lang at magbubuntong hininga.
A reply poem
Oct 2017 · 469
In Our Star
Sha Oct 2017
I pretended to be under the stars with you.
The make-shift strobe lights from cheap laser pointers became shooting stars in which you offered wishes while I look in amazement. I don't know the color of the stars in space, but ours are red. And red is anger and hunger and maybe that's why it didn't last.
Or maybe, I'm just blaming those cheap laser pointers because I have to justify my short-lived love, my faults.
Sep 2017 · 900
September and Love
Sha Sep 2017
I recognize you like the first fallen leaf signaling autumn. I know you looked like someone for the future, but the present stopped me from whispering wishes onto dead trees. And the orange cardigan that's giving me warmth stayed inside the closet. I hoped for spring in fall but September disapproved.

Dead leaves covering pavements the same way they cover graves. And my feelings are flickering like candle in birthday cakes but not in celebration.
You never look for me. You never look at me. And it's fine now because I have learned to appreciate comings and goings. But you, you came but never stayed.

Love approved of the next chapter and I finally looked forward, straight ahead, after looking at the sidelines for a long time. I saw love and was surprised that love was already looking at me.
Read Lang Leav's September Love poem and I just had to write one.
Sep 2017 · 330
Music Box
Sha Sep 2017
I opened my box,
Turned the ****,
Hand and feet on position
And danced to the music.

Sometimes, the music is joyous.
Sometimes, it is melancholic.

I am waiting for the day
When I don't have to turn the ****
To hear music.

And I am waiting for the day
I finally outgrow my enclosure.
Sep 2017 · 433
Sputnik
Sha Sep 2017
What are the odds
Of finding je ne sais quoi
When you're searching for it
In the middle of a dead language
Or in a parallel universe
Like Sputnik Sweetheart
Sep 2017 · 288
When My Soul feels
Sha Sep 2017
When my soul is on its knees,
I hold my hands together
And call to the divine.
And then I write eloquently of the past
And of the sacred future.
Sha Sep 2017
It will come soon.
When joy is etched on my skin
And death will tremble when I laugh
Because the devil cannot tease me anything anymore
For I would want nothing from him.
Written on 27 April 2017 at the height of my anxiety.
Sha Sep 2017
I saw someone fall in love again.
Said his heart danced
to a different beats-per-minute than before.
It smelled of pressed jasmine and maturity
compared to cotton candy kisses and butterfly wings.

I asked why does he keep comparing?

He said
The first love's immaturity is a gate
To the next one's finesse.
Aug 2017 · 421
Temptations
Sha Aug 2017
Temptation is a beautiful white bird in the forest
Leading to a house made of
Gingerbread and candy canes.

It shouts, "Witch inside!"
But you wouldn't know
Unless you learn to say no
To every eye-catching offer of the evil.
But Hansel and Gretel did not know
Aug 2017 · 442
Heart Like the Horizon
Sha Aug 2017
Her heart is made of the horizon.
You walk through the shoreline
And think you can measure it.

How big it must be to hold
Thousands of sunrise and sunsets
And ships and mermaids
And battles and heaven.
Sha Aug 2017
Hassle.
Nagsulat si Fidel,
Pero anong nangyari?
Walang napala sa isang daang tula,
Luha ang kapalit at sakit ang sinapit
Dahil pinilit ang gusto pero ang gusto niya ay pumili ng iba.

Kaya hindi na kita gagawan ng isang daang tula.
Titigil na dito sa pang pito at hindi na tutuloy sa walo.
Talo.
Talo lang din naman kahit umabot pa ng singkwenta,
Dahil hindi naman benta sayo ang mga pakulo,
Ang mga salitang kinumpila para iparating na ika'y gusto.

Ano na nga ba ang gagawin ko?
Ititigil na ang pag titig sa litrato,
Lalabanan ang isipan na pagbulay-bulayan ang mga dahilan
kung bakit hindi maaring maging tayo.

Piniling hindi ka na alayan ng 'sang daang tula.
Piniling alisin ka sa aking haraya.
Pinipiling maging malaya.
Magpapaubaya.

Pero minsan talaga
'Di mapigilan magsulat ng isa pa
At isa pa,
Hanggang sa nakakatawa na
Dahil umabot na pala sa isang daan ang mga tula.
Nakiki 100 Tula-inspired poem
Sha Aug 2017
Most Days,
I dream of becoming taller
So I can reach the stars.

And then he came
And promised the Milky Way.

But before I can even hold
Dead stars in my hands,
He jumped to another galaxy
And left me wishing,
"I wish I was taller."
Aug 2017 · 505
When It Comes
Sha Aug 2017
The sky opened up and then
Rain in the middle of summer poured.
A sudden, familiar feeling wrapped around me.
A feeling forgotten because it's not in season,

But it feels nice to see gray skies once in a while.
Especially when I'm sitting on a park bench holding my pen,

I write when rain comes and when it doesn't,
Just as I write when love comes and when it doesn't.
Aug 2017 · 430
The Liar's Game
Sha Aug 2017
Words coming from his mouth
Sounds like it's the only truth.
He paves a muddy road and covers it with rose petals,
Then he asks you to walk with him.
You can smell dirt all over
But he convinces you it's luxurious.

And when you've been comfortable walking,
You're waist-deep into the mud,
Rose petals are gone
And he blames you for wanting truth he does not offer.

The liar does not love.
He only tricks you into choosing
Between the truth and
Lies covered in something beautiful.
Sha Aug 2017
When you feel betrayed,
Do not get even.

Do not let it keep you awake.
Forgive and have a good night's rest.

In the end,
You have forgiven and at peace.

Imagine how anxious Judas must have felt
After he betrayed Jesus?
forgive and forget, really.
Aug 2017 · 472
Where Flowers Should Grow
Sha Aug 2017
I allowed thorns to grow and replace my ribcage.
And I wondered why my lungs suffocated
and my heart scarred too much.

Worries are thistles masked as daisies.
I thought I grew a garden
when I built a prison.

It broke my collar bone
and my body can't move,
So I decided to escape.

With spikes hugging my inner being,
I ran to my lover
and he set me free.
Now flowers are growing inside me.
Hope makes the flowers grow
Aug 2017 · 626
I saw the surface again
Sha Aug 2017
I fell into an abyss of anxiety that stole the life in me.
I crafted problems out of thin air
and out of overheard words.
I meditated on it.

I was poisoned by overthinking and lived
like a man on the run.
I thought I would not be able to get out.
The abyss is deep and unfathomable.

But I saw the light.
The light healed me
and opened my eyes
and then I saw the surface.

I am not in the deep anymore.
I am in a new skin that is not made for burying
but for living.
I am saved.
I am breathing again.
You can be healed too.
Aug 2017 · 468
Matter
Sha Aug 2017
There's a reason why the sun is the center of the solar system.
It means, the world does not revolve around me.
It's a truth that I often forget.
But one thing is for sure:
I still matter,
No matter what.
I occupy space and breathe its air.
I'm not just an energy at rest and then consumed
And in a loop.

I have a body, soul, and spirit
That is making imprints
And is ready to change the world
One breath at a time.
You matter.
Sha Aug 2017
I did not come with an instruction
Like a box that says,
"Fragile, handle with care."

Most of the time,
I am quiet and alone with my thoughts.
Sometimes, I am louder than the trucks honking in the freeway.

I am the calm in the middle of chaos.
I am also the storm itself.
I like logic,
But live to defy it.

My stories may not be all rainbow slinkies and polly pockets,
But I know,
I am made of miracles and chilly Sunday mornings.
Aug 2017 · 1.6k
Scars, masterpiece
Sha Aug 2017
They say scars are ugly.
They tell us to cover it up as if it's shameful to have one.
But scars are proof that we overcame a battle,
And though we had been wounded,
We survived.

The stories behind scars proved that
We did not stay in ruins after chaos.
We got up and started to build an upgraded version of ourselves.
And those scars are reminders that
We can grow stronger throughout our journey.

Each scar deserves a place in this life.
So we can look back at it
As if one looks at a masterpiece displayed in the finest museum.
Jul 2017 · 1.8k
In Bloom Soon
Sha Jul 2017
If ever you find yourself doubting your existence,
remember that there's a reason you are alive.

Lavenders are not always in bloom,
but when they are
they become beautifully alive.
And everyone is in awe of its splendor.
Not even a king's robe can compare.

Sometimes pruning is necessary for growth.
Sometimes healing comes through rain.
Sometimes a year of drought makes you realize
how much you wanted to be alive,
and you start praying for rain.

You're almost there.
Like a lavender,
exude a strong scent
reminding everyone your time to bloom has come.
Sha Jul 2017
On nights like this,
I do not apologize to the ceiling for staring too long.

I let my eyes wander to every corner
looking for hints
as to where it kept my midnight secrets.

I thank it for its silence
and for reminding me,
I can stare more,
I can share more.
Sha May 2017
When I was younger, I asked God for you.
He replied with a no. I tried to justify myself,
Still, he said no. I moved on.

A few years later, I asked why he could not compromise us
And he showed me that
I have the kind of love that is too much for you and
You have the kind of love that would leave me unsatisfied,
And I was never meant for that.

He made me remember the time I can't sleep
Because I was looking for more and the time
I was left hanging like a deer on a cliff,
And I realized he's right.

So don't come back.
I'm not going back on that cliff anymore.

I hope one day you find your muse
And that you won't stop writing songs for her.
I hope you find her when the sun is setting
And you're drinking your warm coffee in your favorite coffee shop.
I hope your eyes meet when she's outside the window
And the wind is blowing her hair.
And you hear God's confirmation.
She's the one.
And then you will realize, it was never me after all.
Sha May 2017
She's a vanilla kind of person.
There's simplicity and lightness in the way her lips curve
and her cheeks blush.

Sweetness can be felt with every touch of her fingertips.
And whenever the wind blows through her hair,
Sun rays peek as if passing through forest of juniper trees.

Every step she takes are like melodies
from harp strings played by an angel.
May 2017 · 427
Heart, fragile
Sha May 2017
Take your heart and wrap it in fine silk.
Love elegantly like candle-lit dinner and aged wine.
Slow dance to jazz or juke box
Until your body memorizes every step
to the beat of hearts loving.

But do not forget to guard that fragile thing.
Remind yourself that your heart is too precious
To be broken easily by unworthy knights.
May 2017 · 402
Woman
Sha May 2017
You are not weak just because they told you.
No!
You are made from bamboo and sunlight
So stand tall and be not swayed by the storms.

You can be a queen without a king,
A goddess without a god,
And a spear with a poisonous head.

Fight.

Fight those who try to take away your existence,
For you have survived chaos
and you have been sharped by your praying soul.

Hold the pen and write your own story.
And when they try to tell you that you look like someone they knew,
Tell them their eyes are not even enough to take a look at you.
May 2017 · 531
Viva la Mamita
Sha May 2017
The love that assures.
The arms that are ready to hold.
The love that reassures.
The love of a mother.
Happy Mother's Day
May 2017 · 1.6k
Chamomile Tea
Sha May 2017
When worries rob you your sleep,
You can tell me why.
I will be your chamomile tea and listen
Until your troubles are forgotten.
We can eat biscuits like chips,
Put our feet up the table by the window
And count passing airplanes as if counting sheep.

When worries rob me my sleep,
Please be my chamomile tea
And lullaby me with a little bit of honey
And a little bit of affection.
May 2017 · 457
Beloved's Eyes
Sha May 2017
The eyes of a beloved give answers in yes or no
and the details in between.
It is not just a window to the soul.
It is a candle to dark rooms and a warning at the edge of a ravine.
It is not magic,
But science backed with knowledge and experience.
Sometimes it is a hypnotizer's pocket watch,
But every day it is just the eyes of a beloved asking
if you have not eaten yet.
May 2017 · 887
Summer Means Courage
Sha May 2017
Maybe the first day of summer means courage.
Shedding inhibitions like shedding clothes
Or the day that you finally decide to forgive.

Forgive the words that promised love yet disappeared.
Forgive those unspoken apologies
And be free from the ghosts that tell you to stay in that
haunted mansion of lies.
Forgive yourself.

The first day of summer encourages you to take a step into the ocean.
Kiss the sun's grace and bid goodbye to winter's cold.
Summer welcomes you with open arms and healing saying,
"Take off that coat of insecurity.
Flowers have already bloomed
and the sun is here to make you beautiful."
May 2017 · 589
Not Venus
Sha May 2017
Of course I can't remember the first time I thought of something good about myself. But I remember hating my skin because others hated it too.

Not everyone was born as mesmizing as Mona Lisa, capturing the heart of a certain Da Vinci and being immortalized in a masterpiece.

Some are birthed like a venus flytrap, often overlooked or overly looked at for being different. But their strongness is to be applauded, and their beauty entices you to feel them until you can't let go. Their charm makes the goddess of beauty ashamed of its name.

I was born of ashes and smokes and volcanic eruption, and also of rivers and harps that gave pain and joy to my mother and father.

My eyes are made of cosmic dusts, you can see galaxies in them. My lips are strong as fishing knots able to spit hooks, catch whales, and tame them.

Every word I speak seduces the one who listens, and like the Titanic, it is too late to realize that you have encountered an ice berg.

My heart is carved in diamonds and salvation, strong on the outside but there is heaven within after you pass through forests of healed anxiety and scars.

My pen always writes novels and poetry and secret love letters to the moon. But my glass window walls them, I am not sure if ever she has heard them.

My feet take me to my room, for there is my comfort and there are my books.

I am not as mesmerizing as Mona Lisa - possessing beauty of the golden ratio - but I can be The Starry Night, a masterpiece made under various weather conditions. Maybe seen as a failure at first, but turned out to be one of the best.
Apr 2016 · 353
Punctuation Marks
Sha Apr 2016
I talk calmly in commas and periods,
but I write daydreams --
daydreams in question marks and exclamation points.
Yet I look like a blank space in between words.
Dec 2015 · 333
Bête noire
Sha Dec 2015
I am waiting for the full moon to arise,
and for the shooting stars to pass.
So that I could close my eyes
and wish
that right now
you'd become
someone that I dislike.
Nov 2015 · 782
Again
Sha Nov 2015
There were no railways to follow
There were no signs to read
and no traffic light to signal.

There were only traces of memories
but we still, somehow, found a way
to hurt each other again.
Oct 2015 · 332
Who?
Sha Oct 2015
Why did you wait for the white knight to save you..
When you knew in the first place that he was the dragon.
Sha Oct 2015
But my eardrums broke after listening at the endless silence of the galaxy of your mind.

I woke up in another dimension, swimming endlessly and looking for a key that will unlock and free me in this blackhole.

But all I found was a door transporting me to another puzzle that I cannot solve.

I almost gave up until a comet passed and guided me back to the core where I found the fragile, beating heart that started it all.
Sep 2015 · 3.3k
How we talk
Sha Sep 2015
I talk in commas and periods,
you talk in italic subtitles.
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