"inorder" poems
Bilang na ang aking maliligayang araw.
dalawa na lang. Kung isasama yung pangakong panlilibre ng lomi
ng mga kasamahan sa pabrika sa unang restday matapos ang endo-
tatlo. At ganito pala ang feeling ng may taning.
Para kang nasa nilulumot na aquarium na walang oxygen
at goldfish kang kasama ng dalawang golden arowana.
Hindi ka makahinga.
Sa a kinse, matuloy man o hindi ang balitang super-bagyo
Tapos na ang limang buwang kontrata.
Matatapos na rin ba ang hindi naumpisahang pagsinta?
Tulad ng paghahanap ng mga skater sa kanilang skate park,
matatagpuan ko rin ba ang lakas loob at habambuhay na hindi na?
Kaya naman kaninang tanghalian, wala akong kwentong maihain sa iyo.
Parang habambuhay ko ngang uubusin yung inorder kong BBQ
kanin at RC.
Paano ko ba sasabihing baka isa na ito sa huling dalawang tanghalian na sabay tayong kakain?
Paano ko ba sasabihin na sa maraming pagkakataon na sabay tayong kumakain,
nagtitipid ako at hindi naman talaga ako nagugutom.
Gusto lang kita makasama kasi parang gusto na kita.
Pero tulad ng inililihim kong pagtatapos ng aking kontrata
Hindi mo alam.
Hindi mo alam na ikaw ang dahilan kung bakit masarap ang simoy ng hangin sa loob ng pabrika
kahit wala naman talagang bintana at inuubong industrial fan lang ang meron tayo.
Hindi mo alam kung anong kapanatagang nararamdaman ko
tuwing sinasabihan mo akong mag-iingat ako
tuwing uwian kahit ang totoo, hindi natin kakilala ang kaligtasan
at kapanatagan sa pabrikang walang fire exit
at benefits.
Yun talaga yun, hindi mo alam.
Pero alam mo naman sigurong salot talaga ang kontraktwalisasyon?
At maramot talaga sa mga lovestory nating mga below-minimum-wage-earners
at contractual workers ang sistema ng paggawa sa Pilipinas.
Sa mga susunod na bukas, ikaw naman ang mag-e-endo.
Baka mapunta ka sa Savemore na tadtad din ng kontraktwal.
At masnatch ang numero mo at hindi na kita matatawagan.
At ako, baka sa hirap humanap ng trabaho maisangla ko ang aking telepono.
At isang monumentong singlaki ng Mall of Asia ang itatayo sa pagitan nating dalawa.
Kasalanan ito ni Ernesto Hererra.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
Sparkling, silvery, shades of grey.
Skin, shivering, brain of dismay.
Trees, trancing, bare naked sky.
Patiently, pondering, preparing to fly.
Wind, whistling, a dancing swoon.
Sounds, serenading a sparkling moon.
Secret , system of the seasons.
The rhythm of winter needs no reasons.
Seasonal affective disorder,
Justify this infective inorder.
Jan 11, 2023
Jan 11, 2023 at 10:00 AM UTC
Naalala ko pa yung araw na napagdesisyunan kong kumain sa McDo.
Kasi wala lang, trip ko lang.
Hindi naman ako gutom, hindi rin pagod.
Pero nag-McDo ako.
Noong panahong yun,
Saka ko lang narealize yung sinasabi nilang "Self Worth."
Pahalagahan ang sarili, mahalin.
Bagay na hindi ko nagawa sa nakaraan.
Kaya ayun, nagwakas, natuldukan.
Paano naman nga ba kasi magpapahalaga sa iba
Kung sarili ko nga di ko mapahalagahan.
Umorder na ko ng fries at Big Mac
Syempre kasama ang paborito kong McFloat.
Nasa kalagitnaan na ko ng pagnguya
Nung nagtanong ka
"May nakaupo na po ba?"
Hindi ko na tiningnan ang kanyang mukha
Umiling nalang ako.
Nagtataka rin kasi ako bat sa harap ko pa naisipan **** umupo.
Yun pala, wala na talagang pwesto sa McDo.
Binasag mo ang katahimikan sa pagpapakilala mo sa akin.
Bigla atang lumamig ng hangin
Lalo na nung nakita kong nakangiti ka sakin.
Nagkakilala tayo. Naging magkaibigan.
Ikaw ang nagsilbi kong Happy Meal
sa araw-araw na paggising ko.
Hindi ko na kailangan ng Happy Meal toy
Kasi makasama ka lang enjoy na ako.
Ikaw yung chicken fillet na
sa sobrang lambot ng pisngi mo nanggigigil ako.
Ikaw yung Hot Fudge na mas matamis pa
sa Dairy Milk kasi sobrang sweet mo.
At para kang gravy ng McDo
na hanggat di ubos yung ulam magrerefill ako.
Hanggang isang araw, inaya mo ko mag-McDo.
Masaya akong sumama kasi minsan lang yun.
Ako naman ililibre ng taong madalas ilibre ko.
Feeling ko tuloy sasagutin mo na ako.
Nagpresenta kang ikaw na o-order
At ako nang bahala sa uupuan.
Hindi ko alam bakit pagkaupo ko palang
Nakaramdam na ko ng kalungkutan.
Natakot ako bigla sa di malamang dahilan.
Buti dumating ka na, at
Buti nakangiti ka.
Ngunit ako ay nagtaka na
Ang pagkaing binili mo ay hindi para sa dalawa.
Agad **** sinabi saken na saglit lang,
May pupuntahan ka lang.
Pagkaalis mo, kinain ko na ang binili mo.
Pero nagulat ako
Matapos kong i-angat ang burger na inorder mo.
"Hindi pa pala ako handa."
Nakasulat sa sticky note na nilagay mo.
Di ko alam ano ibig **** sabihin
Kaya nagdecide akong ikaw ay hintayin.
Mahal, sabi mo saglit.
Pero bakit hindi ka na bumalik?
Iniwan mo na ako.
Iniwan mo gamit ang isang sticky note,
Kasama ang favorite kong McFloat.
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
My mind isn't a one way track
The weak train who is now almost giving up
From the back and forth ride
Decisions are made only after
Thinking about it a 100 times
After my actions are done
I think about it a 100 times more
The weak train who is now almost giving up
The train wants to stop
The train wants to rest
The train doesn't know itself
The train asks if he is indeed a train
The train thinks he is no longer a train
but a pendulum
from those thoughts always swinging back and forth
The doctor says thinking hardly is a good thing
Inorder to come up with a good decision
But doctor
what you dont know is
the train still hasnt made a decision
it's mind is still full of question
running back and forth
till now, it still hasn't reached its destination
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
She is the exception to the rule
Does not conform to the ways of others
She sets her own path and lives by her rules.
She is unique
A light of inspiration to those who know her not and pillar of strength to those who do.
They call her weird, crazy, different
Inorder to display their lack of understanding.
She is beautiful
A beauty that goes beyond the physical
The beauty that many a lady strive for but never attain
The beauty that radiates from within
And is seen through her eyes and breathtaking smile.
Exceptional, unique, beautiful
Three words to describe my amazing friend,
Whom I will love and cherish till the very end.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
I am not what you think I am.
Colourful, joyful, laughter and excitement.
I am dull, gloomy, serious and calm.
I do not find joy in loudness but in stillness I do.
I do not find pleasure in pleasing anyone because i cannot even please myself.
I am not picture perfect like you see me on pictures but i am raw, a mastering hideous perfectly formed flaw.
I do not have the perfect smile because real smiles do not exist in my real world.
My body is not what you imagined it to be because it is a skeleton out of it's closet.
I am not free as i may seem because i am trapped.
I am trapped in the flamerous and distructive thoughts of mine that are beckering at what i have become.
I am so afraid of what i have become, i have become so poisenious to myself.
I have become so out of value , i was once a diamond and now i am gravel.
I am used as a road for growth for some and a road of example of an expired female to the rest.
I am done, i am a dead body with a soul trying to live but soon will be ready to take it's life.
There is really no other way to describe myself other than expired, disasterious and into ashes.
I am trying so hard to cleanse all my past, my wounds , my flaws but the more i cleanse them the bigger they fluster.
Maybe the scars of all the heartbreak i have been through has marked the outside of me.
Im fighting a war with my inner self and outer self.
What is outside of me is building the monster in me.
The last time i checked what is in the inside brings what is from the outside but in my case it is the total opposite.
I feel like my past is haunting me and i see it in my reflection on the mirror.
Maybe this is a way of God's punishment to me.
For breaking all the laws he breaks my outer self inorder to break my inner self.
Day by day i destroy myself by impeckering at what i only succeed in which is my imperfections.
The burning gaze i receive from the monster that i see infront of my mirror lurching and mocking at my past written all over my imperfect body.
I am haunted, haunted by my thoughts, haunted by my feelings, haunted by my imperfection that is lingered by my haunting past that haunts my future.
Maybe this is what i was born for , i was born to be flawless in imperfection.
Maybe i was born to be seen as glorious but as soon as they get to know me they realise how into ashes i am.
I died, I died the day i lost my morals and i died the day i realised how i will never be good enough.
Not good enough for myself and most definetly not good enough for anyone.
I am alone once again.
I am alone yet i have so many people in my life.
But that's the thing, i have many in my "perfect" life that is a living lie and i have myself and only that in the real world of my nakedness and loneliness.
Maybe this is it, this is the hell that i was warned about when i was once innocent.
I died the day i lost my innocence and i was born again in the life of hell in a cell.
My life is a hell in a cell because i am imprisoned.
My whole body is marked and outlined by my past.
My thoughts of my past mistakes are locked in my brain and not willing to rest until i have no dignity left in me.
See what i mean?
I am not what you think i am.
I am not over my past.
I haven't overcome my flaws.
I have not found my confidence.
And i am not perfect at all and never will be.
But with time I will maybe be what i wish i could be and that is perfect in my eyes, unhaunted by my past and set free by my thoughts.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
Its been so long since I left
But now I'm quite sure
I am feeling so well
Cause I found a cure
Messed up with my words
Run out of paper and pen
Now I've got these swords
Inorder to rise again
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 6:49 AM UTC
I should change?
Change to fit
Your pleasure
Your passions
Your thrills?
Change my
Conversation
Design it
To fit
Your will??
Change my perception
Inorder to accept
Your draconian ways
Your attitudes
And instincts?
Your ideologies
Are a paradoxical maze
How about
In this
Rational mind state
I remain
Unchanged!
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 6:58 AM UTC
There are friends who i miss so much,
it's hard to go on in life without thinking of them;
there were days in which we had fun,
so much that these days do not feel the same.
There was a world which i had to let go of,
inorder to really enjoy this new one;
and paths that i left far behind,
in order to make a vital turn.
Although, i don't alway get the company i want,
but i often get the company i need;
even though i get a little bit confused attimes,
i still allow my spirit to take the lead.
If you learn to be alone,
you won't feel too lonely when your friends are gone;
and when they leave-not based on a fight,
be sure that one day they will return.
It could be that they were to busy in search of a better life,
therefore, it is expected that you do the same;
so that when you all come back together to re-unite,
it will be celebration of success without shame.
Be happy if you are still moving on;
Let the pace not be in your feet but your heart,
so that when conditions are good or bad,
you can alway choose to be slow or fast.
Be ready for a change everytime,
for this is exactly what life is about.
and don't remain for too long where you are,
it is best you take a trip from north to south.
We could loose a loved one along the way,
but when they are gone, they ar gone;
And even though we hurt or smile behind them,
come on guys, life will still go on.
Therefore, when a man gets older,
his dependency becomes thinner,
his responsibilities increases further,
while it's expected of him to think better.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
Why do you insist to be visionless, claiming that your eyes have expired pass their youth, when you yourself have witness the contortion of the cosmos, and why do you declare yourself a mute, when your words carry the power to sway nations, and why do you block out the sounds of the earth, when you are able to hear the most infinitesimal of vibrations. You tell me inorder to obtain euphoria you must disregard all pleasures of the world, but how are you to neglect what is not there? You make it appear as if this is a grand burden to bare, saying numbing yourself is a sacrifice, but I think other wise, because to be oblivious to ways of the world is a genuine paradise.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
Who said, one needs to be contact always to be together forever;
for friendship is beyond closeness its still there.
Who said, one should be of similar kind, inorder to understand better;
for you know opposites always attract each other.
Who said, the two knowns only fall in love;
for it is at first sight brings near strangers.
Who said, love causes sleepless nights to all lovers;
for I try my best to dream about us together.
Who said, dreams are different but wishes don't come true;
for it is us who decide to change this view.
Who said, words are only to be said;
for see it yourself, there are many ways of it to be expressed.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
Past
Trajectory of life
Tracing
Subjectively and objectively
Yet remains of past
Like an artifacts explanation varies from
Person to person...
Based on the time and space...
Situation to situation
Cultural and geographical location
Many factors...involved
Rather than going to
Subjectively viewing a framework...
And clouds of theories...and probability of viewing
Clustors of Truth is relative in nature...I hope so
Indeed!
Though both objective and subjective
Framework should be taken into care
Inorder to understand
Probability of probable life in past
Cheers!!!!
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
Once, tomorrow met yesterday,
And the two discussed,
Of the individual failures,
And errors of humanity
Tomorrow was told of all the sorrows,
Grievances, tortures and sufferings,
That occured in the struggles of freedom,
Of Political arenas and religious catastrophes;
The world wars, black deaths and holocausts;
As the visions of all these events floated in his mind;
Tomorrow realized how bad mankind lived yesterday
His heart was stabbed, tears flooded his yet to be born face
Tomorrow then met today;
The story of Today was not very different,
Only a transformation has occurred, but no solution
Seemingly more devastating wars were hanging in the atmosphere
Cyber attacks, terrorism and human trafficking haunted the Today vocabulary,
Closely alienated to a host of diseases without cures;
All official meetings being based on global warming worries
Morals and customs has long fled from all youngsters;
Conspiracy theories pilling on each other and religious segregation rising like noone's business!
Tomorrow knew from his deepest instincts;
He was the last hope for mankind; the last line of faith;
All these sufferings has to wait with today,
What is only needed is a choice;
A good choice from all humanity;
A choice to be good from all inhabitants of the earth;
Being good to everyone and everything is all mankind is left with,
Inorder to help tomorrow deliver a better life
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
Failure is part of life
But not a guarantee,
just like a mistake
is a design in art.
you can't choose to chase
what is high in the air
because your landing
maynot be guaranteed ,
Or use street lights to
give light to a day.
you don't need a thousand
falls inorder to learn
much as they offer experience
Or a cold drink to chase
a bad dream.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
There are only so many things words can express
There are only so many things actions can show
But there are an infinite amount of times two souls can dance without being tainted by the mind and earth
Even amoungst my pain you make me smile
which is dangerous because I know I cause u pain
Inorder for me not to cause u pain I need to go through this pain alone...
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
Inorder for someone to live
Someone needs to die
For life it can achieve
It needs to sacrifice
But even though gradually
They both fade away
Slow as it takes
This life of a candle
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 12:29 AM UTC
From promising to fight for each other,
To sarificing each other inorder to safeguard each other from ourselves
we both understood what's love ,
the hard way.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
One who cares not to count
How much is spent
The care comes for the
Present day. Yesterday
Vanishes like water
Poured onto the soil.
Anything pleasant to the
Eyes will be attempted
Better to sacrifice a soul
Inorder to purchase
Declining glory.
Feasting on a daily
Like the future exists not.
Nothing matters but only
What they have at hand
Ready to sale human kindness
And grind the bones
For the daily pleasure.
Matters of the flesh
Their question is
Why care for a soul that
You have never seen or touched.
What I have now is for this time
What comes after
Will matter while am there
To spend, rob, **** for satisfaction.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
They are not perfect, I know;
But they are on the way to be.
-created to be real and not to pretend-,
They are authentic versions of themselves.
-They don't want to be seen because of thier sake .
They want HIM to be elevated .
-They have thier faults , of all sort if you want ,
But everyday, I know they work with Jesus inorder to bring in more order in thier chaos.
And I'm sure that one day, they will shine brighter than stars ; when He comes back with them .
Colossians 3:4
Dec 31, 2022
Dec 31, 2022 at 9:08 AM UTC