#spokenwords
In Loving Memory of Annconcillia Bonareri Kombo.
Beside your bed we sat, in silence and prayer,
Hoping for flickers, for breath, for a stare.
The minutes crawled slowly, the darkness too deep,
But you stayed still, in your quiet sleep.
We whispered your name, we begged, we cried,
Held onto hope as the hours passed by.
But this time, Mama, you didn’t fight
You slipped away softly into the night.
No final word, no parting sigh,
Just heavy air and one last goodbye.
The dawn came cold, but your warmth remained,
In stories and memories your soul engraved.
So rest, dear Mama, in skies so wide
We carry your love on the other side.
And though you never turned back to see,
A part of you still walks with me.
Originally written by Micko.
April.2025.©️
All rights reserved.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 6:01 AM UTC
I wonder
if love ever had your eyes
I wonder
if those arms where ever meant to hold me
or if I was just blinded by the desire
I wonder
if the words you spoke
were ever about love and admiration
This is not another poem about the love
I never received from you
You left me
with many questions
those I never had the courage to ask you
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 1:59 PM UTC
Our call might end
Our time together,
Might end
But our tie
Like space and time
Will never end.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC
I'm not hard to please, all i need is loyalty, love and ears that actually listen, when speaking becomes too much of a burden, a man that will read between the lines, in order for our minds to intertwine.
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
Resentment turns into acceptance, the moment you realize that they never intented to hurt you.
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
I can see you laying on your bed,
Lost in your reveries.
I regret what I said I was so upset.
You reminded me of my bad memories.
I am sorry.
I don't want to be your enemy.
You used to be a good friend of me
I was afraid.
Sometimes you cross my mind.
I wanna get lost in your eyes.
And forget about my pride which made me go blind.
I
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC
Sweet smile, dreamy words.
You pretend they are the only one in your world.
I don't wanna be your plan b.
Do you think i am scared to end up lonely ?
I rather be a loner than being your back up partner.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 8:11 AM UTC
L.O.V.E
L. Lucky enough to find reciprocity.
O. Overwhelmingly thinking of you.
V. Vaingloriously hypnotized by your persona. I couldn't help to become your prisoner.
E. Exclusiveness was an idea you wanted me to believe in. But apparently it wasn't for you.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 2:02 PM UTC
Imposible naman siguro
Na sa higit isang taon natin na
Pagsasama sa iisang bubong
At pagtatabi sa iisang kama
Ay agad-agad na lang akong nalimutan
Na para bang pinagsamahan
Ay walang kahit kakarampot na halaga.
Kumustahin mo naman ako...
Kung kaya ko pa ba
Kahit na malinaw namang
Kayang-kaya mo na.
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC
your eyes send signals forecasting a tremor.
so i pull you close and kiss the cracks
on your parting lips tonight.
broken glass and land slides,
tidal waves and ruined city,
you taste like catastrophe
waiting for a trigger.
but no, i am not complaining.
your mood may change like tectonic plates,
drift apart and rearrange
but never will i fear
your unpredictable seismic waves.
for this is a part of you
i have accepted long before
my heart began beating your name.
you may shake my world to pieces,
rive it with aftershocks and sinkholes,
but for now let's turn off the lights.
let me lull your troubled fault lines.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
naaalala ko pa no'n
diretso sa tindahan ng turon
pagkatapos ng ating klase
kwentuhan hanggang matapos ang hapon
'pag madilim na ang kalye
sinasabayan ka sa pag-uwi
mapalayo man sa'king bahay
kahit galit na naman si nanay
agad kang tinatawagan
paglapat ng likod sa higaan
dinadaan pa sa assignments
marinig ko lamang ang iyong boses
gumigising ng maaga
kahit lunes ay ganado't handa
makita lang ang iyong mukha.
ilang taon pa ay inamin ko na.
hindi ko alam kung bakit
masakit maging kaibigan lang
kahit sa pagkakaibigan naman
nag-umpisa ang lahat...
pero ayos lang basta ikaw
maghahangad pero maghihintay
ayos lang basta para sa'yo
masasaktan pero 'di sususuko
pasasaan ba at baka
doon din tayo mapunta
pero kung talagang hindi
'di pa rin aalis sa'yong tabi
basta ikaw...
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 5:30 AM UTC
sobrang ginaw ba ng paligid
at pati puso mo'y nanlamig?
niyakap kita ng mahigpit, ngunit
mas nanginig nang ako'y lumapit.
sabi mo'y kailangan mo ng oras,
espasyo na saki'y malayo.
ang nais mo'y makapag-isip,
bakit ko naman ipagkakait?
binigay ko lahat ng gusto mo
pero ngayon ako ang talo.
ang panahong hiningi para
init ay manumbalik
ay ang s'yang naging mitsa
upang damdami'y tuluyang mawaglit.
sobrang lamig na ng paligid
at ang tanging lunas ay ang iyong halik.
pakiusap mahal, ika'y magbalik.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
So now that I've closed all doors of my wilting heart, you found other means to get to the entrance. Don't think whilst opening the door, you'll see the same flourished garden. You have no idea of how withered it's inside. A sinkhole that drowns and absorbs all the pain and sorrows that has, and is still coming from you. If someone used your feelings and drenched your emotions that definitely doesn't mean you silently revenge on me! All I did seek was a little respect for my small family and love for me.
I guess, it's just too much to ask for, these days. Coz, it hits hard with unbearable pain that only the nights know the value of tears.
What wrong have I ever done to you or your family that you painted such a disgusting picture of me with your so called honest words!!
I am a human with feelings not some man-made machine that you can use and overuse.
Years do teach a lot of lessons, regrets and mistakes and mentality of those close. So hit me hard with word(s) or any desired conspiratory weapon. I will still live with "Thank you" for teaching me good lessons of trust and loyalty.
©sim
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
I don't know, how many heartbeats are left in this body. But I can assure you, that my time is quite near. Near to the gates of freedom from this sinful body. I admire, the ticks on the old wall clock. It gradually reminds me of my choking last breaths. The treasure chest in my heart weighs heavy with sorrows. The key resides in my mind, where the memories churn. My eyes stare wide at the pillars and the high ceilings. The energy to raise my hand has drained to the point, where I can't even get up. Blurred vision and twinkling micro lights fly whenever I blink to see, to see what I've missed more. To see that one peace that my soul craved for. To see you, being successful. Sometimes, I hold onto my breath...to get the feelings of death. But then, I am suddenly perched with enormous pain, like a million needles stamped over my chest.
A pin drop silence, then a siren sheering sound bust in my ears. And this, my dear I believe is a tour of hell.
It's just a bad fate, I carry with me, and this will leave me only.
Only, on the day,
I leave this needless body, for good
And all the pain, the sufferings, the sounds shall stop
...
A pin drop silence
©sim
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 6:31 AM UTC
032017
Isa, Dalawa, tatlo, apat, lima, Anim, Pito? Tama ba?
Pasensya kana,
Hindi ko na kasi mabilang ang ating mga away at tampuhan.
Nahihiya na nga ako sayo eh, Kasi hindi dapat ito yung iyong nararanasan.
Alam ko sobra-sobra na yung mga sakit na naidulot ko sayo
Wala na yung mga pangako na sinabing tutuparin ko
Yung mga ***** tayo jan, ***** tayo dito"
Yung "Susulitin natin ang oras pag balik mo sa piling ko"
Dapat pala sinulit ko na ang oras habang nandito kapa sa piling ko.
Naalala ko pa yung araw na paalis kana
para tuparin yung pangarap mo
Kahit masakit sakin na lumisan ka
ikaw ay aking suportado
Kahit na alam kong matagal yun
pilit nating sinasabi na saglit ka lang, Na kayang kaya natin
Hanggang sa dumating na tayo sa hindi natin kaya.
Ang "sakit"
Salitang nanggaling na parehas sa ating dalawa
Yung tipong mahal na mahal pa natin yung isat isa
pero parang hindi na
Yung kahit hindi ikaw yung problema
sayo na napupunta
Hindi ko alam kung dapat bang wakasan na
Pero nagdesisyon tayo na kayanin pa.
Lumipas ang ilang araw
bumabalik na tayo sa dati
Nag-iintindihan na ulit
minsan pa nga nag bobolahan
Sabi ko pa sa sarili ko nun… YES!!! Wala na tong katapusan
Ngunit NAUDLOT ang ating walang katapusan.
Bumabalik na naman si justine sa kanyang dating ugali
Magdodota tapos hating gabi na naman uuwi
Tatawag ka sa aking telepono pero hindi ko nasasagot
Hanggang sa tumagal tagal na,
Hindi ko na sinasagot.
Ang hirap lang kasi maging masaya nang wala ka pisikal
Ang hirap magtiis na yung yakap
ay babasahin ko na lang at hindi na literal
Kaya nililibang ang sarili kahit na mali na ang paraan
Kahit na alam kong mali yun na dahilan
Hindi ko pa rin tinigilan.
Sabi ko sa sarili ko
maayos din lahat ng ito pag nakauwi kana
Nagkakaganito lang tayo dahil hindi tayo magkasama
Nag-aalala pagkat hindi sigurado sa ginagawa ng isa
Kahit iilang araw nalang
tiisin pa natin, pakiusap ko sayo
Maliliwanagan din naman
kapag nagtagpo na and dalawang puso.
May isa lang akong hiling na sana ay tuparin mo
Sa laban na ito,
Wag ka sanang matuto na sumuko.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
So let's talk about love, shall we?
Let's talk about you and me,
And all of the possibilities,
The what ifs,
What could be,
Where would we be if I said yes,
Or if you actually asked;
Let's talk about love baby,
About your dreams and frustrations,
Which colour your mood is in today,
How music affects your ability to work and play,
Or if your passion matches your intention,
The way your words echo and resound in every little action,
Would I know it when I see it or do you have to point it out,
Spell it word for word one letter of the alphabet at a time so that I could read it for fear I've been blinded from past experience where my heart ripped out and stomped on as it was laid bare?
Please, could we talk about love honestly,
For we spend nights shouting into an abyss of trust issues,
As we're both too proud to realise how we doubt the other's words by straight up lying through gritted teeth,
Bit lips for me as I type my reply to counter each of your denials,
Only to fall back in tears steadily streaming like rivers carving lines of worry and fear through my aging face that no one could ever look at with pride and admiration,
As you and your youth talk to me about disappointing yourself for not trying to live life,
Forgetting that I too want the very same things you do which was why I fell for you and you knew,
But the thing was that we don't focus on what's in front of us thinking we have a future ahead where it's fixed that you're for me and I for you,
Having forgotten that our choices will pave, shape and build us both;
Can I just talk about love quickly,
Before these words slipped right through me,
As I fall asleep trying to forget the songs you sang one lonely evening,
When you were back in our city searching for company,
Only to find this lonely bitter soul whose heart has been broken to pieces that she can no longer fathom this puzzle,
Hoping you'd somehow help her figure out where the bits belong,
But that's the thing babe,
You never wanted to be a part of anyone but yourself even though you insist that I'm the one you need in your life,
Except maybe not right now,
For I'm slowly rotting away waiting for my time to pass,
And you've got a long journey ahead,
Winding through endless possibilities of romance and newfound fame in the company of young lovely bones,
Spoiled for choices you constantly take me for granted telling me I over-think when all I ask for is your honesty,
And a little bit of trust to let me in;
Now, tell me, do you still want to talk about love with me,
Or are you leaving already?
@byizn
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
Soft words that fall into the space, just outside delicious blood red lips
When you say my name, you will never feel how my lonely heart skips
Remember your spoken words, how my eyes were fixed solely on you?
Did you ever think to ask yourself , who it is you were really talking to?
I catch my breath after you stole it way, leaving my lungs so absent of air
I lay slain in your field of blue, hopelessly lost in your words somewhere
I tried so many times to tell you how I feel, my spoken words always fail
My words are just like a blind man, searching through volumes of braille
Your eyes saw right through me, and held me captive on through the night
I wonder if you ever knew, that it was a single moment of love at first sight
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC
*I left a trail of breadcrumbs for your lips to find
but they were hungry for something I couldn’t create.
I was hiding in a place that wasn’t hard to find
and I just,
I just wanted someone to take the bait.
But when the time came that you caught me there wasn’t champagne, there wasn't bouquets- no.
I looked behind to tag you back but you were already ten steps in the other way.
And to me this was play
but to you it was probably just a game.
We were a picture that couldn’t fit into any frame
or a fire that couldn’t be contained, it was all the same.
Just like the very place you called pleasure became the same room I called pain.
I spent my entire life chasing shooting stars
thinking that I could make all my wishes come true,
stopping my feet here and there just to then try and
catch my breath.
I was always chasing but never very good at pacing.
I got battles with my mind erasing while my heart keeps retracing
and in that time
on the assembly line
they smacked me with a sticker that said, “Replacing”.
You see I was born with fingers that were small and stubby,
stretching out trying to grab the answers I would always come up short on.
My heart’s been known to skip beats but sometimes as it skips,
it gets caught on something and trips
head over heals down a black hole that swallows then spits
me into another time and place where you are stripped;
from sight misplace, but I still chase
because no one ever taught me how to land in space.
And if you took my legs I would crawl through wet concrete,
and if you took my arms I would roll to a mountain peak,
and if my body is taken this heart would still beat
because when you left that home
you forgot to turn off the radio
so all of our songs still play on repeat,
you can hear them through the walls and down my streets
where everyone else still hears it too
but I,
I was the idiot for giving my only set of keys to you.
I’ve spent my entire life trying to close gaps
that I probably had no business closing in the first place.
But even if I’m not the one who wins the race,
or finds the foot this glass slipper longs to embrace,
or catches a shooting star flying in cold space
I know that being here is better than being there,
that living today is better than dying tomorrow,
and even if,
even if these tiny talking hands never get a reply
that it sure beat the hell out of never giving it a try.*
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
*Sometimes on the hardest of days,
I bear nothing but the softest thoughts of you.
Thoughts so rousing, they send adrenaline speeding down my highways,
stopping for nothing until every inch of me melts.
This isn’t your average fight or flight;
it's a fight that's for you, and a flight that's with you
to a place where the birds and the bees can't even reach.
For most, my heart can be a stone wall surrounded by a backbiting moat,
but somehow when you bring yourself to it,
the draw bridge gives way to you every time.
It’s frustrating; I have no control over what my heart desires,
but for some reason, it chose you the moment yours played hopscotch with mine.
Skipping beats is only the tip of the iceberg:
I could bleed out my entire fountain of youth if that’s what it takes.
And yeah, if you scale it up to the waters of the world,
my fountain will make only a single drop,
but I’ll be ****** if that drop doesn’t pass through
all the flaming hoops it takes to land on your lips.
I will make sure that you never forget the taste,
and the ripples it forms shall never lie still in you.
Ripples that in time will manifest into incredible waves
that will alter the very ones your mind creates.
It’s said that the brain waves of love and insanity are identical to one another,
and it just so happens I have a longboard that can fit the both of us.
I’ve never been that great at love, but I’ve always been the best at insanity,
and if you ever lose your balance,
my hands will always catch you before you’re ever out of reach.
So what are you waiting for? The water’s fine.
So paddle on over to a place I like to call "existence",
and let’s ride the swell of this swollen heart.*
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 5:19 AM UTC
*I wish I had the courage to talk to pretty girls.
It’s not them; it’s their cold beauty that makes
my fingers shiver, and rejection that makes me
feel like I’m a white lighter that strikes out
nothing more than sparks.
I wish I had the courage to not take **** from
my superiors and remind them that when you
beat the life out of a man, you had better cut a deal
with Death if you plan to let him stand back up.
I wish I had the courage to rise above peer
pressure and see that a bulletproof vest isn’t so
dumb when you realize that the person you take
a bullet, for was actually the one who loaded the gun.
I wish I had the courage to tell you that your ****
looked HUGE in those jeans,
and I wanted to burn every other pair you owned.
I wish I had the courage to get out of bed every
morning, because sometimes I forget that I’m
actually still alive, and my blinds keep hiding the
fact that this world is made of sugar.
I wish I had the courage to be vulnerable again
but trust is a treasure someone stole from my heart,
left a bag of sand in its place, and took off running.
I wish I had the courage to ask for help because I’m
not the sharpest cheddar in the fridge and I was born
with a head that could break down brick walls.
I wish I had the courage to own a snake but I was
brought up Catholic so I am conditioned to fearing
both the Devil and God.
I wish I had the courage to keep my commitments
so when the people I love open my promise box,
they actually find something inside.
I wish I had the courage to let go of the past
and get past the point of letting go.
I wish I had to courage to speak at your funeral . . .
but I’ve never been the fastest to pick up the pieces, and even when I do I always put them in the wrong place, so **** it. I filed down the jigsaw edges so now all I have to do is connect the dots, but every time I do, all I get are silhouettes of you; us. I see your face in a day more than I see faces in a week. It’s the reason I stand at the edge of rooftops, the reason all my mirrors are broken, the reason I wake up with my face floating in a pool. I wrote a paper this morning titled, “To Do Today:” It's crumpled somewhere on the floor because the only thing I’m really going
To Do Today:
-is miss you.*
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC
I lost myself once upon a time
in a place that was only whispered to me in dreams.
Where the fog is thick and threads through the seams
of street lights and street cars with *** fights and brillo bars.
I tell you I lost myself on the tongue of insanity
who swallowed my soul to feed its humanity.
I lost myself
in a city that found me;
San Francisco, 2013
Let me extend two points like two bridges
that begin in separate places but lead to the same thing.
I’m talking the people in both hands with countless art in between.
The people, the people, the people.
What can’t be said about the near million faces
sleeping on warm pillows or cold stones,
wearing top hats or traffic cones
because not every night are people thriving.
But they’re still surviving, getting busy living or getting busy dying.
In their eyes are stories being told
once you wipe those windows into their souls, deep.
You see it all,
Just like every star in the fall when the sun goes to sleep.
I gave a homeless man a dollar who gave it to another homeless man who then gave it back to me
Like we were passing a love note that said, “You need this more than me.”
So which of us was the one without the home?
Home I soon found in the art of every step taken,
one foot in front of the next.
I can’t walk through that city discounting the side effects.
I was drunk,
but not from bottles or cans
I was drunk from the hands
that told tales with graffiti art to camera pans.
and countless other melodies
massaging bricks into the landmarks that spanned.
Culture sprinkling up and down the hills and between the cracks
Painting colors in the sky as the rainbows stacked,
Finding pots of gold by merely lifting my eye lids back.
There is so much to say about this city in the bay,
that is held in place by the people of race
and the vessels of art that encompass in its space
like stories and attitude,
survival and gratitude,
muse and expression
in delight or depression.
I tell you I lost myself in that city.
But I know now that being lost is sometimes the only way to be truly found.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 6:55 AM UTC
*You have a smile that turned a cloudy night
into a perfect sunset hugging the horizon.
And your eyes they whisper lullabies
to the tempo of my heart beating, throbbing,
keeping me warm when the world resides.
A slumber of the sweetest kind
on messy sheets in the heart of night.
With hands like pillows forever fluffed,
when dreaming of you I can’t wake up.
For dreams of night to dreams of wake,
I pray for you my soul to take.
And rest my life I dare not shake
the view of roses that never flake.
Too good to be true, too good that it's you.
A black and white life now springing with hues.
So no need for a picture, or a thousand words
as you melt the freeze frame with every twirl,
every step, all my walks of life reset.
I found you when the pale night crept
with stars as specks behind you wept.
And nervous I kept you wouldn't expect
But my feet were shaking off the floor you swept.
And if the days beyond us disconnect,
your sunset smile I won't forget.*
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 8:00 AM UTC
*I’m spending too much time on the phone
Thinking about what not to say
Rather than just saying that
I think there’s not enough time in the day
To tell you what you mean to me
So my plan is to turn this day into a life
Worth living a thousand times over
And under, in front, and behind,
360 degrees of you on my mind
I mean 160 characters is hardly enough
To describe your character and
The only emoji worth sending you
Cannot be found on a backlit screen
Or on an x-ray for that matter
It’s found in the palm of my hand
When it’s wrapped in yours
Or on the tip of my tongue
Dancing on your shore
And sure I don’t mind texting you constantly
But I’m more of a primal lover
I need to give you my entire soul
Not just a piece
While returning the peace you leave in me
So don’t worry about reception because
If you think hard enough about me
That just means I’m thinking just as hard about you
And you feel it too
So if this call ever drops
And you haven't had enough
You’ll always know how to find me*
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
*Honestly I’m too caught up in you to even function sometimes.
People ask me if I’m okay because I have tunnel vision confined
To a place where I never look back and never resign.
But I can barely make out their words
When your song keeps singing in my head,
And stringing the thread of your heart to mine.
As it pulls without tearing enough to flatline,
While taking you in
To a “Once upon a time” world beneath my skin.
Where the sun kisses you every chance you look away,
And the moon cradles you as if someday you’ll never get older.
Because with you, time never wants to move but carry
Your everlasting stokes of color made from sweet berries.
On a canvas that’s trying really hard to sit still when you’re fatal lips ****
Whatever seems to be holding me down.
A piece that compounds beauty on top of brilliance.
Discovering yourself and the meaning of existence.
Like two flames holding hands, never to strand
From the light, they expand to burn down the doors
That others have shut with all their might.
Chasing the tails of fairies to horizonless twilight.
Searching for no end but the means of foresight undressed
When looking ahead I see wings spread from behind your chest
And pull me pressed to the taste of heaven
When I'm close enough touch your breath.
So don’t stop breathing and never stop believing in our laughter
Because every breath we ever share becomes happily ever after.*
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC