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  Sep 2016 Via Vinson
Cara May
Despite the cold of my heart
towards you,
you're going to be my sunflower.
Forever.
Tho you hate that person, she/he will always tattooed in your heart.
  Sep 2016 Via Vinson
Pearly Whites
Ang babaeng maganda,
alam ang kanyang hitsura.
Pasimpleng tumitingin
sa anumang pwedeng magsilbing salamin.
Konting suklay, konting pulbo
sa balat, ilang dampi ng pabango.
Kung umiwas sa araw,
parang bampirang malulusaw.
Walang bakas ng pagod,
kilala lamang ay lugod.
Ang babaeng maganda,
Prinsesa.


Ang babaeng maganda,
walang pinoproblema.
Matayog ang lipad ng utak,
daig pa si Icarus na nagkawatak ang pakpak.
Hindi marunong tumingin sa daan,
bahala ka nang mag-ingat, iwasan, huwag siyang tamaan.
Gumuho man ang mundo,
sa kanya lamang walang epekto.
Dahil sa tulong ng lahat,
naititiyak na hindi siya mamulat.
Ganito ang babaeng maganda,
nagmimistulang tanga.


Ang babaeng maganda,
puro na lang demanda.
Walang labis, lahat kulang,
kailangan laging nakalalamang.
Kung nais magpahuli,
pasensya ang hinihingi.
Kapag nangunguna,
“Pagbigyang daan ang Reyna!”
Ito ang tama, ito ang dapat.
Isinusuko ng lalaki ang lahat,
para sa babaeng maganda.
Walang-hiyang maldita.


Ang babaeng maganda,
bukod-tangi kung umasta.
Bawat kilos, sukat
mapaglihim, walang itinatapat.
Walang kupas ang pag-ngingisi,
sa likod ng maskara, naninisi.
Damdaming kahapon,
‘di maasahang mananaig ngayon.
Kay bilis maglaho ng pag-ibig.
Kahit anong lirikong sawi, idinadaig
ng babaeng maganda,
na hindi marunong magtiwala.


Mahirap magmahal
ng babaeng maganda,
dahil alam niya
ang kanyang halaga.


Mahirap magmahal
ng babaeng maganda,
pagka’t siya’y nag-aakalang
walang ibang tulad niya.


Mahirap magmahal
ng babaeng maganda,
kasi hindi niya alam
kung paanong magmahal ng iba.
because DieingEmbers asked for a translation :) this is a bit literal and it's lost the rhyme scheme... Maybe next time I can properly adapt it to English and make a new post, but for now here goes:


A beautiful woman
is aware of her beauty.
She makes subtle glances
at any reflective surface.
Some combing here, a bit of powder there
and a few dabs of perfume everywhere.
She avoids the sun
like a vampire.
She knows no fatigue,
she is always pleased.
The beautiful woman:
Princess.

A beautiful woman
has no care in the world.
Her mind soars in the high heavens
surpassing Icarus, who built but lost his wings.
She never looks at where she's going,
leaving you the responsibility of avoiding her.
Even when the world tumbles down,
she stands unaffected.
With everyone's help,
she is kept oblivious.
The beautiful woman
pretends to be an idiot.

A beautiful woman
is bursting full of demands.
Nothing is too much, all is too little
everything must be in excess.
If she wants to lag behind,
patience is the key.
When she leads,
"Give way to the Queen!"
This is how it should be.
The man surrenders everything
for the beautiful woman.
Shameless and cruel.

A beatiful woman
behaves strangely.
Every motion seems measured,
secretive, never too revealing.
Her smile never fades,
but behind that mask she blames.
The feelings of yesterday
can't be relied upon today.
Her love is quick to fade.
She's beyond any heartwrenching verse,
because the beautiful woman
never learned how to trust.

It's difficult to love
a beautiful woman,
because she knows
her worth.

It's difficult to love
a beautiful woman,
because she thinks
she's irreplaceable.

It's difficult to love
a beautiful woman,
because she doesn't know
how to love someone else.
  Sep 2016 Via Vinson
ZT
Masyado kitang minahal
AT masyado mo rin akong minahal
Dahil sa masyado nato, Masyado tayong nasaktan

Kailan nga ba nagsimulang maging lason … ang masyado nating pagmamahalan?
Sa nakaukit sa aking memora’y nahulog ako sa napaka tamis **** ngiti,
Ang mga mapang-akit **** titig at ang napaka lamig na boses na binubulong ng yong labi

Nang ako’y iyong ligawan masyadong mabilis mo akong napasagot ng oo
Kasi napaka laki naman ng amats ko sayo
Kaya nagkaroon agad ng isang “tayo”

Tayo ay nagtagal…. Masyadong nagtagal
Na tila masyado nang napuno ng “tayo”
Nakalimutan na natin ang para sakin at sayo

Masyado nang naging masikip

Bumuo tayo ng napakaraming mga pangarap
Para sa ating hinaharap
Kaya masyado nitong kinain ang ating panahon
Ang dugo at pawis nati’y nilamon

Masyado tayong naging kampante
Na palaging nariyan ang isa’t isa kahit sa oras para sa kanya’y nagkulang ka na
Masyado nang naubos ang ating lakas
Upang mabuklod ang ating bukas
At di na natin namalayan na ang ngayon pala’y naging masyado nang marupok
At ang ating tayo’y.... unti-unti nang nalulugmok

Hanggang sa naging madalas na ang paglabas ng mga salitang nakakasakit na
Ang paglakas ng mga boses na nakakabingi na
Masyado nang naging madalas ang pag-aaway sa kokonting pagkakataon na tayo’y nagkikita

Masyado nang dumalas ang pagtatanong kung bakit pa?
Kung ipagpapatuloy ko pa ba...
Dahil masakit na

Masyado nang dumami
Ang rason ng aking pagsisisi
Hanggan nasabi ko sa aking sarili
Na tama na
Ayaw ko na
Kasi napakasakit na

Masyado kitang minahal
AT masyado mo rin akong minahal
Dahil sa masyado nato, Masyado tayong nasaktan
AT ang sakit nato’y gusto ko nang makalimutan


Kaya hanggang dito nalang ang pag-ibig na binuo ng Napaka at Masyado.
Minsan kung anong pinakamamahal mo siyang mas nakakasakit sayo
Via Vinson May 2016
Sabi ni mama
matulog ka na.
Eh sa ayaw ko pa eh

Sabi ni mama
umuwi ka ng maaga.
Eh gusto ko pang tumambay eh

Sabi ni mama
umiwas sa barkada.
Eh masaya ako sakanila eh

Sabi ni mama
bawal gumala.
Eh ayaw ko sa bahay eh

Sabi ni mama
wag mag droga
Eh masarap si maria juana eh

Sabi ni papa
wala na si mama..
*Eh nakakamiss mga bilin ni mama eh
  Apr 2016 Via Vinson
M
I knew him. He transferred into my eigth grade class somewhere past half way into the year. A friend raved about how the new kid was so quick to lend her a pencil. I didn't care.

He was in my PE class and even though he looked so athletic, he could never catch a ball. He was always a good sport about it, even as the other kids started to make fun of him behind his back. He talked differently, using big words, often incorrectly, and with a surprisingly hopeful inflection. He was loud. Not only did I not care, I contributed to his ridicule. It seemed good natured and I just wanted to fit in.

We all just wanted to fit in.

Coincidentally, we transferred together to a different highschool; we both didn't fit in, but for different reasons. He was in my home room. He was friendly and outgoing and always did what he could to try and make other students laugh. I couldn't tell if he knew they were laughing at him. I didn't care.

At first when he ran into me in the hallways, he would smile and try to talk to me. Mine a more familiar face to a boy stranded in a sea of strangers. I would only talk briefly and displayed no emotion, save impatientness. I didn't care.

He eventually caught on to my apathy, and left me alone. He preferred the company of those who laughed. At least an insult was a response.

We were all skippers, but he had been condemned to sail alone.

He twerked in a dance off at a school pep rally. He did his best to get in front of a camera when the broadcast kids came around. He was always extremely polite to our homeroom teacher. He talked a lot in home room. I sat in the corner and pretended no one existed. Before he would try and make everyone laugh, he would still say hi to me. I didn't care.

I joined the chess club for a while. At maybe my third meeting he came in and began to ask the teacher about something. I think it was the death penalty. I didn't care, so I didn't remember. At the end of the chat, he thanked the teacher for his weekly moral lesson. I never thought about it.

He said his morals were different from the rest of the world. I hear he shot himself. He said not to mourn his death but to celebrate his life.

I never did that. I never cared.

Even now, his life is catalogued in my brain as part of an awkward eighth grade year for me, part of home rooms I hated going to, part of a school that made me vaguely uncomfortable. Caring now is a lie, a lie to say I did all I could for a broken soul, that I am only an innocent bystander. I never cared, so I can't pretend that I did now.

I'm not guilty of his death. No one is guilty of his death. The blood is mixed with the dirt as his ashes will soon be. The blood is on the dirt, not our hands. But we walk on this dirt, we till this soil, we plant our futures here in this ground. It's time we all started taking better care of it.
Via Vinson Apr 2016
you are beautiful.
just like my poem.
you are the art,
a masterpiece.
And baby, even in a room full of art,
i'd still be staring at you
  Apr 2016 Via Vinson
Monique Clavier
• sky dive
• date some guy from a ****** garage rock band
• spend a summer in iceland and fall in love with a pretty icelandic girl with big teeth and freckles
• finally make it to australia and fall in love with guy who holds me close to his chest, so close it's as if i'm his crucifix
• appreciate beauty in all forms
• fingerpaint in a studio loft in the lower east side
• fall in love with an artist who sees my body as a work of art
• participate in an art exhibit
• use a lover as a model for a painting
• watch the aurora borealis in greenland
• play the harp at least once in my life
• eat chinese food in bed with a lover
• do a cartwheel in a daisy field with someone i love
• have *** at a picnic
• have a garden
• get a meaningless tattoo spontaneously
• see the cherry blossoms in japan
• write a cookbook, just for myself
• laugh a lot
• love a lot
• try to hold on to my youth as tightly as i can, because i am terrified to let it go
not a poem, AN OL' BUCKET LIST
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