"seatmate" poems
Bakit 'di pa tanungin
ang aking ngala't numero
at 'di lang ang petsa't
anong sinabi ng ****
Bakit 'di pa alamin
ang pintig ng puso kong
inip na inip
nang maghintay sa iyo?
Bakit hanggang tingin?
Bakit hanggang ngiti?
Aking pag-ibig,
sinta, batid
mo na ba rin?
Bakit umiiwas;
bakit natatahimik -
bakit sa tuwina'y
lagi kang walang imik?
Para kay seatmate
na 'di ako pansin.
'Di mabatid,
'di mabalingan ng tingin.
'Di mo ba alam na sa bawat
wanfort na ihinihingi
*ay naitatangay nang utay-utay
ang aking puso't damdamin?*
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC
He was never my classmate,
Neither was he my schoolmate,
As we have met on OkCupid,
Which is where we got suited.
He soon became my tablemate,
Then got promoted to bedmate,
Ranging from late-night nosh
To some naughty oh-my-gosh.
He was my almost-roommate,
Now, a hopeful housemate,
Since he would visit me daily
And keep me company gaily.
He was frequently my seatmate,
As well as invaluable playmate,
For we traveled places together
And cloyingly wrestled each other.
He has always been my helpmate,
And is presently my best teammate,
As he has cheered me up from afar,
As we chat as if there is no au revoir.
He will one day become my inmate,
Plus my hard-working workmate,
Since we will both have mini-me’s
Forcing us to slog away on our knees.
He is undoubtedly my soulmate,
One who is to become my lifemate,
For he is a romantic yet **** geek,
A keeper with charms all too unique.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
Today at Chemistry
I saw your face again
My eyes followed you
As you walk down with a friend
You settled at your seat
And I blushed without you knowing
So I tried to suppress a smile
To hide what I am really feeling
Your seatmate called my name
And I had a reason to look back
It feels so great to stare at you
So I almost began to crack
But as I began to talk to her
You interrupt me and I almost died
Though it seem to be exaggerated
That's really what I felt inside
Oh baby, it's like a piece of heaven
For I haven't imagined that you know me as well
You asked me about the composition of ether
And I was glad 'coz I knew what to tell
The next day I won't forget
I'm sure you'll talk with me today
But As you walk past to me
The glow on my face went astray
I wondered if you had an amnesia
So I glanced back to you again
The pain won't even fade with an anesthesia
Coz I realized that you don't remember me at all
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
I'm happy not because i met you again
But i'm happy cause it get backs to
The old times
A simple way
Of conversation
Like we did before!!!
And
I
Really
Hope
The
Plans
Would
Go
Smoothly
Cause
I
Know
You
Are
The
Coolest
Person
I've
Ever
Known
And
The
Funny
Person
That
I
Know
My
Beloved,
Seatmate
And
Closest
To
My
Heart
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 11:54 AM UTC
Today I unpacked.
I unzipped the memories
And let them ease past
The edges of the suitcase.
I picked them up
Shook them out
Cradled them close
And took a carnal sniff
Of the rough cedar scent
Of heaven
And opportunities lived to the full.
Today I glow
With my secrets
Flickering like tea candles
In a dimly lit jazz bar
Inevitably
He lingers there
In the soft sultry light
There
And not there
The ghost of a person
Swaying to the music
And staring into my soul:
Too spectacular to be real.
He is the road less traveled
Winding and twisting his way through my head
So I can’t find where the stories begin
And he ends
I try to explain
But stories are shooting stars
Staring out bright and trailing off
As I realize I live in the present
While his memories spark and fizzle like pop rocks
Punching my taste buds with a shock of sweet.
He is:
A quest for a perfect seat in the coffee shop
Holding hands in a small theater
Stolen kisses on the sidewalk
Dances without music
A skyline in sunset
And a tearful goodbye
As I got on the train.
I said I was fine.
I lied.
Desperately holding myself together
I dragged my bag
Through a maze of stations
Past the cautious scrutiny of uniforms
And onto the sterility of the plane
Thank God for windows:
Loss is staring out them.
Leaving him behind
Pretending you’re not dying
As your seatmate politely ignores your sobs
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC
Sometimes I am thinking what if you did not become my seatmate
What if I let myself drowned in my own belief of life and never encountered you anyway
Could it become less painful for me?
How you slapped on my face that I was nothing
But here I am with nothing but a plead
Foolishly hope that it could be you and me
Lasted for more or less couple of years
How could it made so restless and weak?
I guess poetry speaks to the immediate wound
The kind of wound that I myself never imagined to be my first genuine woe
Running through my mind's tunnel straight down to my heart
Both battling to win over from each other for quite a time now
But rightful enough to make me tough
Prudent enough to thwart my bluff
Grasping it as a part of life to be learned with might and thump.
Right now, I am just happy, satisfied enough of what we had
Even what we could have had and can no longer have was the best thing I have never had
For I know better now than the last time you left me hanging with just your cold breathing
This time as I open my heart of being loved than to only love
My heart feels warm and flying
Breeding hope that I could be happier than I used to be
Because finally I set myself free
Breaking free from you whom I never thought would teach me this thing, that thing;
That thing called “katangahan”.
As Sarah Kay and Philip Kaye would say,
I would also like to say to the person who never gave the love that I deserve,
“Thank you for stopping by.”
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC
I remember the days
when everything is just so innocent.
When I need to get some breast milk,
I cry.
When someone makes funny faces
and stick their tongue out their mouth,
I laugh.
Everything is as simple.
Not a word meant another.
It is as it is.
It just so happened that as I grow up,
everything turned out to be so complicated.
When I was a kid,
***** meant cat.
And now I see cat faces printed in front of ******* in women’s lingerie, in bikinis.
I see it being sold online as I scroll in my twitter account.
If ***** was a tourist attraction, it would probably be much visited than Disneyland.
When I was a kid,
***** was a female dog.
And now, everyone turns out to be one.
Go on! Laugh out loudly!
Instead of saying “Hi!”, we say, “Hey ***** Wassup?”
Not that it is meant literally,
it just seems to be a part of our language now;
an expression.
When I was a kid,
**** was a name and BJ was a nickname.
Oh come on, you already know what that means.
But for those who don’t, just look at your seatmate’s…
Uhhh… nevermind.
When I was a kid,
***** was a nut.
And now, it is censored when it is said in movies.
Toot you!
And it was just ***** you!”
When I was a kid,
Bang was a sound,
Rubber was like plastic,
*** was an animal,
*** was a snack.
All of which sounds so pervy now.
I work with words all day.
Is it the words or us who change?
Words seem so nasty now.
Inappropriate to say.
And I wouldn’t be shocked to know that during a Mathematics class in a 4-walled room at the 2nd floor of that building next to us,
The teacher asked, “What are sets?”
S-E-T-S
A student, a 7th grader undoubtedly raised his hand, stood up and answered, *********** po.”
And I knew that even the wrong meaning fits the wrong word.
That even the youngsters are already exposed to those words.
When I was in 7th grade,
sets meant a collection of elements.
When I was a kid,
*** meant gender.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 7:41 AM UTC
...the morning tv
...when your phone and your earphones connect
...mr. cardiff singing, i carry your heart in my heart sung with every song
...the opening line of your favorite radio show
...your mispronounced name
...everything on mute each time you have coffee
...your hands typing
...your seatmate laughing
...all the steps you take on your afternoon walk
...the moment the day gives way to the night
...thought bubbles on your evening commute
...your eyes closing.
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 11:15 PM UTC