The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves.
It’s always there, watching, steadfast knowing us in our light and dark moments
changing forever just as we do.
Every day it’s a different version of itself.
Sometimes weak and wan
sometimes strong and full of light.
The moon understands what it means to be human.
Cratered by imperfections.
will I forever answer when needed?
No knocking beyond that door
Open up to see only one of me
I’ve always needed you more
I know you can see through me
I hope you can read my mind
Because I can’t seem to find words
To tell you that I feel alive
And you’ve slowed your presence
You let me wait for the summer
You showed me a silver lining
I’m afraid of losing you
But you’ve already passed
And now you have a new face
One coloured with kindness and the past
Your benevolent presence
Is starting to fade
now you’re just a moment
and I sit here forgetting you
Thinking about my regrets
Bewildered and dazed
In my second letter to time, I go down the alphabet from anticipation to bewilderment. This one holds the regrets I have for holding onto a past that’ll never be.
ive been wandering since forever,
and all i see was darkness.
where is it?
the light that You promise,
i’ve been looking everywhere.
yet i found nothing but,
and now it confused me.
for i’ve been drowning,
in my own delusion.
where is it?
where is it?
was it the light from afar?
or is it just another illusion?
i cant tell but wonder,
cause i’ve been lost for too long.
for something vague.
is it just my inadequacy?
or is it just as vague as that?
i cant tell but wonder.
Sometimes, you shine
So bright that I’m forced
To look away
But even so,
Should I still
Stay by your side?
To act with humility
is to be aware
that I am unomniscient and uncertain
so I need
to be on guard
against the unforseen
of my action.
I am humble
when I’m aware
that I don’t know anything for certain;
that all I am aware of
with uncertain changing answers.
Hindi ko lubos malaman kung saan na nga ba ang daan tungo sa walang hanggang kasiyahan
Tila ako'y nabalot na ng walang katapusang kalungkutan
Pakisabi naman sa akin ang araw kung kailan ito mawawakasan
Patuloy na naghihinagpis
Mga mata ay laging nananangis
Kung iyong titingnan sa aking pisikal na kaanyuan malalaman mo ang pinagkaiba ng isang taong masaya at isang taong pilit nagpapakasaya.
Oo, hindi ako ang taong kilala ninyo.
Sa likod ng wangis na anyo,
Sa kabila ng 'di mawaring agam-agam,
Nananatili ang isang kabuuan ng pagkatao na kahit kailan, hindi ko ninais maramdaman.
Oo, isa akong halimuyak ng bulaklak sa inyong paningin pero,
Ni minsan hindi nagawang pitasin at nanatiling nakasulyap sa katimyasan.
Isa lamang akong atraksyon na pinipiling lapitan.
Isang anino sa pisikal na anyo.
that I do
not even just a cup of tea
can keep these dreadful shivers
at bay and I am left wondering if I will
ever feel okay. Am I going to turn
out to be something great? Or will I
stumble into oblivion
and no one will remember my name.
I guess I'm going to have to make another cup of tea and see if I like that one.
I only write sad poetry
and never say much else
I'm used to articulating my feelings
my therapist says it helps
I'm not used to being ok
instead, I'm just uncomfortable
waiting for the other shoe to drop
my tear ducts are insufferable