I want to write poetry on every inch of the world
and I don't care if the ocean washes it out of the sand
Or if it melts from the snow and trickles down into the streets
I don't care if the rain smears it all over the pavement
Or if the paper is folded so many times
it can hardly be read
I want to write poetry on every inch of the world

And I want to laugh
Even when I'm all alone,
with no one to hear me
Even in the pit at a packed show,
where the music is sure to hide it
I want to laugh so lightly in your arms,
you can't make out the sound
I just want to laugh

And I want to cry
With my car parked
In the back of an abandoned parking lot,
Six o'clock on a Saturday morning
Dim shades of light swallowing
the stars and the heat on high
I want to cry because
you're here with me
And I want to cry because
there's so much to be seen
in such a short life
But we still stop to
look into each other's eyes
Over and over and over again
And if that isn't beautiful,
I'm not sure what is

it's sunny, and about a crisp 45 degrees today
the birds are out, chirping and singing
the children make their way to school
& I sit here, everyday
calculating since day one
today is day 1,398
& 820 more until I'm allowed to leave
820 more days of your yelling
820 more days of your arguing

820 more days until I can see you.

When the Life gets
Knocked

straight out
of you,

Never forget to
Trace

The knots
Hanging between

Each breath.

Pinagtagpo tayo ng magkahiwalay
At magkasikbay na lakbayin at
Pagpapasya. Marahil, sansinukob na nga ang
Unang nagparaya. Itinakda nito ang grabedad

Para tayo’y magsama bilang lumang pangako
At bagong pag-ako  ng pag-ibig, patungo sa layon at
Realedad ng ating mga palad. Hindi ba’t tayo nga
Ay kapwa mapalad? Dahil hindi sa ano mang

Sukat ng tagumpay ng buhay tayo nananahan
At nananalig, kundi sa eternal na doktrina’t utos ng puso,
Yaong ibinubukal ng wagas na pagsuyo, yaong kahit ang
Oras ay mapaparam sa lingid na daigdig ng ating mga bisig.

Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.