#maureen
kumakaripas ang takbo ng hangin.
lumaho na ang kisap ng mga bituin.
marahil ganito talaga kapag sabik na sabik and damdamin -
kaluluwa ay tataas ngunit unti-unting bababa rin.
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 4:22 AM UTC
i've seen my lover's death
countless of times
her unconscious figure lain;
pooling blood the color of her hair --
rewinding time's arms
my fingers shall bare pain
to taste the sweet petrichor
that surrounds her once more.
to die is vain
and to love an honor -
prickly rose to a chest
i keep chasing the hour you've gone.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 3:25 AM UTC
neither nightmare nor a dream
stained in mauve are the back of my eyelids
hued with olives floral fadings be
i wash my crime off, one spatter at a time
and erase any false pretenses.
oh how i long for a canvas that's mine
a pulse to be uphold with nails of luster
to an empty museum dark and forlorn
smile. flash. take heed. don't ask for more.
preserve the art forever.
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 3:01 AM UTC
“love isn’t easy” they say;
but it seems to go smoothly when you’re falling
free and unharnessed,
into pools of love
where smiles naturally find its way
and everything feels right —
until gravity shifts and tides change
and trust is lost and the pain remains
realizing your hands and chest are empty,
when there’s nothing left but that sinking feeling
that never leaves.
and they were right.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC
Love is nothing like what is shown on-screen;
Bouquets lavish, flowers never-dying
Every conflict resolved as if foreseen
Hearts so warm, characters end up singing.
The love that's beyond cameras and lights
Is love embellished with imperfections -
Behind their flowery, script-induced lines
Lies no such true feelings and emotions;
Though love may not be sunny days in June
But the darkness in the sky at winter,
Having real intent behind "I love you"s
Are lines more worthy to be delivered.
Love is nothing like what is shown on-screen;
But more deserving of happy endings.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
i feel the surface of my lips go dry
the lips that used to call you so much
& i look for you in my dream unknowingly
& i still call out your name as i slumber -
maybe it's become a habit instead
i live, everyday, unable to erase it
the sound of your name i want to forget
but think it’s a lie that i want to forget you.
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
how fascinating it is
to read about things that exist
within the vastness of the universe,
where though one looks up to the highest skies,
they cannot be seen by the naked eye;
where its existence would only be known to man
through its discernible temperatures,
unimaginably scorching —
& how dismaying it is
to look down with eyes, unbearably naked
at where the spaces in between our fingers are filled by one another,
where the existence of two clasped hands
is discernible to any man with sight;
but unlike the entities in the galaxies,
there is no warmth at all within.
how amusing it is
to compare us, insignificant beings
to greater things lying within the universe,
to rethink the clear difference
between what is visible, and what can be felt;
a reminder that what once was scorching
could die out in a blink of an eye.
and the world would continue to turn on its axis as if nothing happened.
(how utterly disheartening it is, indeed
to slowly step back and realize
what truly exists, and what only existed
at the speed of light.)
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
only the feeble-minded
refuses to regard time
as restraint.
only with ear ringing, heart pounding
will you realize
its already too late.
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
fingertips on mine
tell me that you'll wait for me
dawn breaks; the day comes.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
blazing wintertime
a white, silent wolf weeping
at plane's betrayal.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
it's all the matter of:
waiting for the calm
despite having the storm
just pass by;
having a mind crippled with
"i don't even
want to try."
my hands remain shaky,
my body remains tired.
my soul remains weary,
but so far,
it's alright.
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
they have always been
and always will be.
the morning doth bring laughter,
the sunset a sign of dawning anxiety.
it is loud with every chirp,
it is eerie with distant silence,
it speaks words on top of words,
it is all the layers of tame violence.
(i want to believe there is someone.
i want to believe there is laughter filling the room.
i want to feel the warmth again,
i want to see the sun rise again soon.)
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
i have a memory so distant
where i put pieces of me unto your palms
& whatever you do with them
i still trust
remembering your faithfulness
fixing what couldn't be fixed
until i am fully mended
it is still distant—i look back on it
as if there's fog in the way;
& when i shatter once more
you put me back together
even when i don't ask.
you do it every time.
and the fog has been lifted
& from the distant memory i recall
you have always been keeping my pieces intact
your love is the strongest adhesive;
i survive every fall.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
talk to me in the form of glances
coffee held in one hand
until we finally muster the courage
to intertwine the other
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
it's easy to tell the difference
between wrong and right
it's easy to tell how much it contrasts;
deciphering black from white.
yet often does the shade
make everything look gray,
shadows cast may trick your eyes,
even the strongest tinge can fade.
they're a long mile apart -
a fire and a golden cup;
the fire is bound to grow
and could be put out with a puff;
yet if you let yourself be fooled
nevermind the salient rut;
it is in a ditch of eternal regret
in which you are bound to end up.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC
i felt youth in the form of laughter;
the sound bouncing off walls.
light from the sweet summer sky
makes our smiles brighter somehow.
slowly, yet very surely,
you're teaching me to enjoy my youth.
we'll seize the day,
we'll keep laughing until our stomachs ache.
we'll fall in love like there is no tomorrow.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC
a tangled mess is
what most would call it,
wrapped in a series
of unblossoming madness.
i was blinded by the fact
that i'm letting these roots grow
that i've forgotten to **** out
the thorns of all my sorrow.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 3:58 AM UTC
her fingers tap on the wooden table
her, with thunder across her face
emotions caught in dire
eyebrows etched together
impatience. every glum beat of her heart
translate into her fingertips.
i feel sorry. tightness wraps around
my neck. eyes search for answers.
there were none in plain sight.
tap. tap. tap.
then silence.
then she left without a word.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 3:12 AM UTC
my bones are tired
all energy stripped away.
my love, you're my rest.
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 2:29 AM UTC
what if my fate lies
on a silver surface?
my plans and doubts
all thrown into a furnace.
be still and figure out
what your heart yearns for
flip the silver coin,
then flip it once more.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 1:35 AM UTC
you seem like a complete stranger
when i find you at your most vulnerable
it's like i'm looking through eyes
dark, vast, unending,
that everything that's far behind your eyelids
seems so distant
when you're at your worst
and i'm struggling to find
the sense of familiarity;
my footsteps become cautious
every movement becomes uneasy
i would hold you with shaking hands
but i wouldn't mind
i would be here
and keep you close
and tell you to breathe
and offer myself to be your anchor
feel my heart against yours,
for even the stars themselves collapse sometimes.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
army green sweater
skin as frisky as leather
is there a feeling any better
than touching our thighs together?
friction and depicting
confusion from intrusion
i heard you write about me,
is that quite an assumption?
in moments gazes would meet;
masks of ice, to your eyes would shield —
is it to keep you from the seething heat
from the pits of my psyche?
with your coffee left too long in the open,
all you held was your soul and a pen.
struggling to find words to describe your sentiment
of feelings discerned with eyes so sunken.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
i will always know you
as the boy from across my seat
with hands like fire
a touch so electrifying
rekindling every spark
that as died within me
it has always been you
with a smile so beaming
one that could chase away
clouds of misery
with broadest shoulders
on which my agony is carried
yet out of all the things
i always knew you for
it is your constant presence
that never seemed to remain
though your sunshine
would break away the rain,
it was always fleeting.
it was always in vain.
this feeling of subtle doubt
has resided with me now
has it always been you
or have i always been me
who wanted to keep to myself
the flames within your palms.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 10:13 PM UTC
to think there was a time
flowers would bloom from where i walked
adorning trails towards my destination
marks of grace to which eyes would follow
petals continue to grow, unperturbed —
now, my footsteps just abide
within the corner of their keen eyes,
though blossoms i hastily step on
i continue each defiant stride,
weary knees begging to arrive home
enduring a journey from the path so tedious
i no longer leave traces behind
on asphalt, dismal and porous.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC
i'd rather fuel the fantasy of having you close
than having to deal with the smoke when you leave
you, existing to set my heart ablaze;
me, trying to put out the fire
by standing under the rain.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC