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VG E Bacungan Sep 2014
If the lines in my forehead,
be the multiplier of your laughter;
bid grimaced be my days.

If the tears that I shed,
be the sugar in your tea;
let it rain.

If my yelps of pain,
be the lyrics to your song;
take away my voice.

If the cuts on my flesh,
be the curve on your smiles;*
dice me.

If the blood I bleed,
be your elixir of happiness;

deplete me completely.

If the punctures on my heart,
bequeath rays on your sun;

stab me some more.

If the failures I commit,
be the perfection of your day;

wrong me.

If my downfall,
be your supreme ecstasy;

I've long prepared my gravestone.

//So in the end I may say:
I have accomplished my role.
To be the liberation of your morbid soul...//


My existence . .  .
**is at your disposal.
It's been a long time since I last posted a poem... Hey there guys! how have my dear fellow aspiring poets been doing? Lately I've joined our school's literary publication (The Spires) and I've been lucky enough to have got in as one of the EBs. This poem is one of my works published there...hopefully it will be. hahaha. :D
VG E Bacungan Aug 2014
The karvings of this awe-full fantasy amplifies,
the throbbing of my freezing heart.
The shapelessness of the kloud whispers,
wonderful mysteries in inaudible murmurs.

The blue-orange painted kanvas above.
The silhouette of the mountains that hide,
behind the undaunted smokes that forms.
The opening that the heavens made,  
to show the earth its dazzling threshold.
Gradually.
Sensationally.
Approaching the land with unfathomable ardor.

Devout of the seamless tenuous night,
Gangas klangs echoes through the cold.
Lumps of land deprive the moment of silence,
as the people sing to the gods with reverence.

Heareth me, O goddess of the krops!
O god o'er all the mountains come see;
How gracefully she stood before me.
While the pyre gives emphasis to her figure.

Kurves of the kreseant resembles her smile;
edges of her lips sink.
Beautiful exkavation mark on her left cheek,

all in perfekt symmetry; perfektion in all she is.

"Saya Suka Awak" I told her.
that very moment:
Sparkling of the stars devoured our eyes.
Sweetest morose partings seeped in voiceless lullabies;
in unison with symphonic notes lulling unsaid goodbyes.
Through the last movement of vagueness the moment subsides.

For the love that profess fades,
with the chilly thin air it travels;
back to the heart of the other.
Oceans apart they were,
yet atop the mountains. . .
love blossomed.
This poem was made during my stay at Bauko, Mt. Province, Philippines for the first ever SEED Program Philippines hosted by San Beda College. I was lucky enough to be one of the nationa delegates for the event. There I was able to meet people from other ASEAN countries and of course the local folks of the place. In that event I saw too many yet wrote so less; perhaps because I was so busy. But, I was able to write this.. Inspired by the panoramic mountain view, chilly weather and someone from the delegates, this poem was born. #SEEDProgram2014 #SayaSukaAwak. <3 ^_^
VG E Bacungan Aug 2014
I walk down our streets and soak my senses
in happy thoughts therefore of...

How I felt better back then.
How everyday I was content.
How my days were fun games.

How you came to my life.
How I felt safe.

How you left with no remorse.
How I became... opaque.

happy thoughts.
Happy Thoughts.
HAPPY THOUGHTS!!!

Happy...thoughts. I need you.
Do not slip away,
deceive my heart.

make this gloomy sky.. a SUNNY DAY;
a bright glimmering SUNNY LIE.
Long time no post. :3
I'm back. :D
VG E Bacungan Jul 2014
Lately,
I've written so many. .  .
Shown the world less . .  .
Maybe it's time to rest.

For now, goodbye.
till I fix my life. .  .
till I miss your caress . .  .
till my poetry becomes worth sharing . .  .
till my love comes back . .  .

perhaps that day is never coming.
perhaps this is the last post I make.

Farewell, Hellopoetry.
**Hello, my agonizing reality.
Goodbye friends. One day I might return, who knows... just farewell for now. :)
VG E Bacungan Jul 2014
~
Deprive me of life!
O yer' rays to my sun.
Screech to thee mine echoes,
blare out undying sorrow.

The love ye dispersed,
vanishes  t r a c e l e s s  in the wind.
Yet scorches this man's psyche.

Pillars that once bind,
this love falleth!
One by one,
like empty tin cans.

So too the stars that lit,
the dry dread night.
Flimsy; deathbound.

Wavelength of screams,
the weary wilted weeps.
Resonant to the beating of this heart;

adagio.
sl o  w   l    y    d   y  i ng

My waking holds no life.
My sleeping, struggling strife.
Oh love! scalelight sight.
Better pull out my eyes!
Better unplug my heart!

LetLoveDie.
DispeltheFire.
~
I leave love be.
Let time past without,
the thoughts of love in my mind.
This might even be my last poem for sometime.
VG E Bacungan Jul 2014
Should I stop writing?
Should I start living?

Would this pain past?
or for eternity it will last?

Should I wait till dusk?
or should I go now?

Will I ever see the dawn?
Will I ever feel light's caress again?

Am I struggling with the inevitable?
Should I let go and lose hope?

Yet here I sit,
in the passenger's seat.
Waiting patiently,
hoping she still will love me;
till the day after forever.

The shattered pieces I amass,
to patch myself up.
Give the world a grin,
amidst the pain within.

**LIFE GOES ON                                                               ­                             .
I was on the way to school this morning when I got the urge to write something. The title "Jeepney" is after the Philippine's most renowned transportation means. I was after all, writing the poem while I was riding a jeep to school.

State of Despair.
VG E Bacungan Jul 2014
What is love?
~
Is it the butterfly in his stomach?
or the upbeat of his pulse?

Is it the attraction of another kind?
or lust of the naked eye?

Is it the stuttering in his words?
or maybe the cracking of his voice?

Is it the poems he wrote?
or perhaps the song he composed?

Is it the countenance of her face?
the curves of her hips?
the scars on her cheeks?

Is it something seductive?
like her buttocks or her *****?

Is it the grace in her movement?
or maybe the way she think?

Is it the way she made him laugh?
or the way she touches him perhaps?
~

None of the above define,
the love he has for her.

The love he has is commitment.
The love he gave was sacrifice.

Love is more than a feeling.
Feeling when gone leads to withdrawing.

That he kept on saying to himself,
now that she is falling,
out of love for him;
because the feeling is fading.

The fading is leading to his undoing.
Third poem of the VP series and third poem released for the night.
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