"bagan" poems
It should’ve been Bagan –
she always loved Bagan,
Myanmar.
look, woman.
I am a dog outside your home,
overwrought and disarmed,
hunting for bones.
inverse moon over Pasig
tonight and I am on
my 4th bottle of beer already,
barking without teeth.
raged behind the typewriter
with nothing but a visibly
veiled waiting
this stance so
obscure,
so absurd
like the abrupt life
of candle-flame.
I was the lover
and you cared for flame:
now the fire is dead
and there is nothing left
for the sea to lambast,
erased by the shores of feel.
symphonies out on the streets
like leprous children scrunched deep in
the mire of the streets for alms.
it is now my 5th bottle
and I **** on the stone-gnome
in my mother’s lawn
and she will know of the reek
of this pungent disbelief – scorn me for
my heavy drinking
but what is a man to do
when he
is as destroyed
as
the morning
outside?
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
A poet hidden in a singer,
A singer hidden in a poet,
Under the grey skies,
On a land of snow,
Her lamp almost burned,
She wrote,
She was a poet,
But she sang too,
She sang her melancholic pieces of poetry, carved on wood,
She sang lullabies with her words, on torn ***** papers,
On a broken seat, with a dusty piano,
She bagan to play with the waves of notes, pushing her tired fingers, against the keys.
Afraid she was because she thought she was imperfect,
But some imperfections are beautiful and wonderful, she did not know that.
Her pain gave her words birth,
Her fears raised her words,
Her regrets made her sing,
Her beautifully written poetry,
Not too strong, and not to powerful,
With a little voice, with a little hope,
A girl who was afraid to speak,
The one who was afriad of herself,
Invaded the universe.
With her unheard voice,
With those unspoken words.
An unexplained series began,
When her shaky voice sang her old lost lullabies,
And her soul lifted her voice up,
Her body still shaking.
But not quitting,
She wrote and wrote and sang and sang.
On sunsets, on oceans, on skies , on rain,
She wrote her heart out by singing with her soul.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
Usahay diri ko ma pinsar it akon kalugaringon
Maaram ka man ha ak' nga baga awdunon
An pitik han ak' kasing-kasing bagan nag titikadaku
Baga hin nagdadagmit, an oras inundang, ambot kay ano?
Kon an hangin na huyop ha akon panit
May-ada usa nga huring nga ha ak' talinga nasangpit
Ha ak' pag ampo, an ngatanan nagin matin-aw, ngan klaro
Kay dinhi nga takna, aanhi hi ikaw ngan ako.
Ikaw gud an gimamaupayi ha ngatanan
An pinakamahusay nga gin-larang
Salamat han kalangitan, tigda ka la dinmaop ha akon
Ngan hini nga higayon, diri la gihap ak' maaram kon ano an rason.
An sugad ha imo, labaw pa hin inop
Sugad hin ilayat nga bukatkat nga makuri madakop
Ngan han kahulog han bitoon, asya'n pag hangyo
Kasing-kasing nga puno'n kalipay, duro an pag lukso.
Baga hin diri ka naukoy dinhi ha tuna
An imo kaanyag diri harumamay, duro ka makaiipa
Sugad ka hin prinsesa han hitaas nga lantawan
An magbarantay han baraan nga turumbanan.
Dad-a ako ha imo pag lakat
Ayaw ak baya-i kay nadiri ak' paglanat
Ikaw an akon puruy-anan, ha imo ako mapabilin
Tim-os nga gugma nga ginmapos ha akon kasing-kasing.
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 8:53 AM UTC
here
where my soul dies
here
where my eyes cry
here
where i take the blame
here
where you break cries from my throat
here
where i wish i could fly or float
here
where my personal hell resides
here
where my suffering has bagan
here
where i hope the suffereing will end
here
where the hate surrounds me
here
where i call my home.
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 5:52 PM UTC
I remember walking into the school building
The hallways seemed to be more hurried then it was normally
The air dense but withstandable
I remember hearing words fly from the mouths of other students
Words I barely new the meaning of
Death
It was everywhere poisoning the hallways
The classrooms
It seemed to be stuck on the ceiling and walls like gas
But I woar a mask of doubt
It couldn't be true
It just couldn't
Rumors!
My mind screamed to me
Rumors terrible rumors!
Lies they lie to me!
I went into my classroom
Keeping calm
Then my teacher said it...
"I know you've all have heard of Alexandra's death. She drowned, counselors will be free all week, if anyone needs to talk..."
My mask was pulled off my face
I was now choking on all the gas that made up the reality around me
I searched for something to tell me this was a joke... a dream... anything but real
I began to cry
Tears not like a leaky pipe
But like a waterfall
Much like the one she drowned in
I began to drown
Although metaphorically
She drowned physically
Her body was pulled beneath waves of water and it took her life
And took her away from me
Those days I didn't understand completely
But a drastic change overtook me
I began to see death
He bagan to walk by my side
The sound of gurgling water filled my ears at night
The picture of her face and beneath the surface of the water blinded my eyes she screamed
She cried
But her tears were washed away by the current
And I stood on the side of the river
Watching her drown
I stood without out a sound
As the bubbles grew fewer and the struggling ceased
I stood sickened
Why couldn't it be me
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Had the time flown, after Bagan was gone
Bravery in Mystery, Glory in History
Taungoo, Center of Second Empire
Which, the ******* of Emperors
Surrounded by Moats, mounted by forts
Covered with shields, scattered with fields
Divided by River Sitaung, Shed by religion in town
Buddha in the west, Jesus in the east
Land of Poets, chanted in Wats
King Natshinnaung mastered at rhymes, Wind of Hell got relaxed under his shines.
Have been here for 500 years, Get townies out of tears
Peace treaty killed fears, Peak content says cheers
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
My fingers are rather cold
I gently poke a person,
and they jump.
I am so cold,
I make others jump.
My fingers are pretty cold.
and my nose is like the tip of ice.
So when he leans in to kiss me,
he backs up real quick.
And with worry and embarrassment,
he asks: "Are you sick?"
To which I reply,
"No I am not. I am frozen inside and out.
My inners are tied in a knot, and perhaps, maybe, I have gout.
But as far as i've been told, this is just the way I am.
And if it bugs you that much,
Than please pretend to not give a ****
"Well,"
He bagan,
"It doesn't insult me at all- nothing of that such.
If it bothered me, I would scram;
but you're more than just finger tips,
and you're more than your nose.
Your kiss is like nectar,
every sip I take glows.
You are my hummingbird
and I, your rose."
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC