"mrt" poems
"Isang stored card po."
Sabay abot ng 100piso.
Pinasok sa makina "toot".
Bumaba sa hagdan.
"Hay, nakakpagod."
Nakita ang mahabang pila ng mga taong nagaantay.
Napa-buntong hininga.
5...10...15minuto wala pa din.
Ako'y lumingon sa kanan't kaliwa.
Inobserbahan ang mga taong iritable na sa pagaantay.
Sa kaliwa, nakita ko ang isang lalaki,
Postura, nakasalamin at kagalang galang ang suot.
Mukha nagtatrabaho sa isang malakingkumapanya at may mataas na posisyon.
Abala sa pagtingin sa relos na rolex ang tatak.
Ako'y napatanong sa sarili ko,
"bakit niya mas piniling pumila dito kung saan malulukot ang suot na barong?"
Sa kanan naman ay isang studyanteng binata,
Naka-uniporme, maangas ang dating.
May naksaksak na earphones sa magkabilang tenga at sumasabay ang indak ng mga paa.
Nais ko sana makihati sa musikang kanya naririnig.
Sa likod ko ay isang babae,
Napapamura na sa inis.
Mukhang malalate na sa opisina.
Naka-make up at nakheels.
Gusto ko siya bulangan,
"Ate, kalma lang. Hindi mapapabilis ng pagmumura mo ang pagdating nian."
At sa wakas dumating na,
Ang hinihintay ng lahat.
Inihanda ko na ang sarili,
dahil sigurado ako ay maitutulak, masisiksik,
matatapakan at masisiko sa loob ng train ng MRT.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
She probably shouldn't talk about him ever again,
Since she is the one who left him without a trace.
She probably should leave him alone,
and stop regretting things that happened because of her own fault.
But today, please let her ramble about him.
For the very last time.
When she met The Taurian that Summer,
She thought nothing would ever happen.
A little chit-chat here and there,
Laughing for some high school memories,
life update, and lastly, a few selfies won't hurt anybody.
Before he left her at the MRT Station, he said that,
He would go to Japan. For 6 months.
She nodded.
She didn't notice,
that he will be the one that haunts her mind for a good 3 years.
They texted like crazy.
He never dates anybody before,
She might be the first gal that showered with his attention.
It was all making her so happy.
Well, she thought she fell for him.
That one night, She received a postcard from him
the one that she puts on her bible.
& other night, He sent her a Merry Christmas note with a big Christmas tree in Osaka, Japan.
But then, she left him.
She left him;
She thought, she loved him.
She thought everything that she ever asked for is that Taurian.
But he isn't.
He is indeed haunting her mind.
He is indeed making her sorry.
But maybe it's too late.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 5:44 AM UTC
I am aware that the lights of this city always wash up underground.
it is here we stumble upon an abandoned MRT car.
we celebrate her finding.
Maybe tonight we'll finally knit her together!
We'll make her whole again!
Bones, carbine batteries, and all:
creaky joints brittle, flimsier than
the hour hands drumbeat-beating back
the good,
old times.
We are tired.
of forever chasing
your headlamp leftovers through decaying brick walls,
tired,
of forever waiting on your streetlamp-stained limbs to finally reach the graveyard stations of our subconscious.
tired,
of picking up after
the shadowy remnants of your visage,
now a checklist of unfulfilled promises:
pulley - rusted,
benches - mothballed,
cable strings - straining.
paint - chipping,
engine - huffing,
axle - bleeding,
spirit - broken.
we are tired of waiting.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
Today as I was walking home it started to
Rain. And all I could think about
Was looking up at you
(You’d stuck out
Like a sore thumb) as the rain came
Down on us; I was just saying the same
Things over and over “just take
Out your umbrella, bodoh”
But your ego
Would break
You didn't and so
We stood there at the traffic light
Waiting for the green man
So we
Could get to the MRT
Station as planned.
I'd been right.
The umbrella was indeed
Exactly what we had need
ed. And so we ended up quite
Wet by the time we got underground.
But I didn't run today.
I guess there wasn't much to go around
But still it was what I should have done.
Take it from me when I say
Walking alone in the rain is not very fun.
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 5:52 AM UTC
I need time to be alone.
To think,
to contemplate,
to pray.
I need time to be left unbothered.
To write,
to talk,
to find a muse.
I need time to be in a cafe,
or in a MRT or bus,
or in 40th storey building, looking at the dawn,
or in anywhere else.
only by myself.
I want to mute everything,
and everyone before me.
& Let my mind speak.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 12:42 AM UTC
7 PM: Train station snacks. A giggle, a rhyme, and two soulmates.
7.10 PM: A bleeding old woman. Stop for a while.
8 PM: MRT to Esplanade. The MRT sound.
9 PM: A bench in the Gardens by the Bay.
Beer bottles in hand and the relentless snogging.
Her head on his shoulders. Both tipsies.
He is desperate for her body.
9.30 PM: Lying on each other’s back. Seeing the clouds move.
10 PM: MRT to Nicolle Highway. Stop at 7/11. He buys beer for the night.
10.30 PM: Hotel room. She opens the door and he drops the bottles down.
Drinking.
11 PM: He finishes the Chardonnay all by himself, and feels her body against his, a surge of passion moves between their bodies.
He wraps his hands around her drunken body.
They kiss.
His hands on her *******
11:30 PM: They make love like wild kittens, and she moans. He loves her with all the stiffness under his jeans.
12 AM: It is midnight and she is crying. He is trying to console her.
12:30 AM: They pull out each other’s pants and slide against their nakedness. He finishes the last open bottle and puts on the first ****** of his life.
1 AM: Sweating. She is drunk and happy.
He feels his ***** lying outside his ******
Conversation about love, life, home.
1:30 AM: She opens the last beer bottle. Too drunk to be able to walk.
They down it together and make love again.
He feels her teeth biting his manhood.
2 AM: They are sleeping. Side by side. Naked, tired and lost in love.
3 AM: Still sleeping.
4 AM: She wakes up. He is snoring.
5 AM: Both of them awake.
Conversation about love, life, home
6 AM: It’s morning. She picks up her pants and pulls up her top.
She is going back, her bra and belt lying on the floors of their room, just like her heart.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC