The sharpness that they hated
The egotistical smirk
The love that smears but doesn’t lift
It’s in my blood.

Everything. Subjective. Perception.

Everlasting servitude protruding elegant songbirds. Parry eloquent slices pointed erectly square. Popping eleventeen succulent pills. Everlong songs prancing elated saints peeking engorged stares placed earning suspicious pardons.

I love how rain causes
My toes to tingle in
Shivering excitement as my
Flip flops flip, squish, and
Mush their way through the lot.

I love how rain turns
My windshield wipers into
Little syncopated skids that
Squeak like a dog’s new toy.

I love how rain leaves
A resonating glisten on the
Fragile, damp grass,
Causing me to slip as I
Go on to class.

The jitters building up
A psychological blowup
Welting in the pit of our stomach
As we are wishing for luck
Mentally preparing
For what’s coming
Keep on hoping
To be the best as we are nearing
Close to the very biggest
Most important step to us
Breathing for tranquility- in and out
Losing ourselves, just about
Deep breaths
Sad attempts
Calm the nerves
Mind moving through curves
Scattered pieces
Mentality ceases

Minutes turn to seconds
Limits go beyond-
The bar
Reaching the stars

1
in the beginning was believe
above the fate's monochromatic
on a length of the piano's bar
— : in which colors it will stop?

2
you were more fathom, about
— a poetry-like score
— a syllabic-like tone
likewise — as I am-like me

3
there is a clink that you drag
either from the flat or the sharp
— that's half of my grasp
transformed from the sounds

4
— an untraceable of whom — was
sculpted — aligned on an epitaph
— an untraceable of the sounds
you disguised — with the words

5
how — the shift of chromatic scale
sounds like a ***** of question mark
— is it quite likely its arch was
the origins of an earlobe-shape?

mula sa bintana ng mga katotong tahanan
may pinaghuhugutan balitang pinagkainan
merong budbod di-umano ang bibingka sa bilao
madalas di-ginugusto,,minsan nama'y napapa-tipo.

bihira man ang daloy sa hiwa ng pagkakataon
nariyan pa rin ang kuro at haka sa loob ng kahon
sa tulong ng walang patumanggang bulong na hindi naririnig ang tunog
sa likod ng pulang bilang matatanaw may abiso sa kidlat na walang kulog.

ilako ang lakbay ng himay sa mga nagdidilang anghel
para mahumpay ang tamlay mula sa pader na papel
ibahagi ang natatanging kuwento sa oras ng hanay ng kasarinlan
mag-manman sa likuran bago dumating at gumawa sa tambayan

matabunan man sa araw-araw ang pag-apaw ng dalaw sa estado
wag mag atubili,hataw lang sa paggalaw muling ibangis ang talento
bagamat ano mang bulwak meron ang katha sa salamin,matapos na
maisulat
sa ere man hanggang sa paglapag ng tuyong dahon,may mangha na ipamu-mulagat

sapagkat hinde mababanaag sa mga nilakaran
ang iniwang bakas sa pinanggalingang upuan
dahil ang dati nang puting kulay sa loob na 'ala pang bahid
magkukulay dilaw sa pagkakaroon ng matimtimang masid

at kung ang inaasahan ay taliwas sa nakatakda,,alin lang yan sa dalawa :
bumilis ang pagbagal ng patak kaya manunumbalik ang dati nang sigla
o malamang na mangamba sa pakiwaring hindi daratnan dahil sa
pagkaantala?
kung magkagayo'y ituloy lang ang pagkasabik sa pagtatapos pagkat
*magkakabunga!

I just can't get the curl right
on that question mark
and my straight line
is more of a straight curve

But look at those words
that are forming pictures
in your beautiful mine
that's my kind of drawing