jorge padre

jorge padre Feb 2015

Wouldn't it be nice.
If we died side by side.
Holding hands,
Your head next to mine.
Our ribs crushed together,
From a truck that hit us on the side.

Wouldn't it be nice
If they cremated us side by side
In the funeral pyre we built
With the heat of our own love.
Burning in a pit,
'Til we're charred and black inside.

Wouldn't it be nice
If they threw our ashes to the sea
Off a cliff,
Floating to the breeze.
Without a care,
Just like you and me.

Wouldn't it be nice,
If our souls drifted together.
Towards oblivion,
Hand-in-hand we'll leap.
Let's gravitate from this world,
Alone at last, just you and me.

j.r.p.

#oblivion

jorge padre Jan 2015

kung pwede lang.

maliwanag ang aking paligid
ngunit ang isipan ko'y madilim
ang iyong tanglaw lang ang makakapigil
sa tuluyang muling pag-idlip
ng aking mga panalangin

ngunit palayo ka nang palayo
naghihingalo ang pagkutitap ng aking mga pag-asa
bumalik ka naman minsan
ipagpatuloy ang nasimulan
'wag mo akong iwanang
hinahabol ang aking hinga
sa iyong mga salita

#filipino #ikaw

jorge padre Nov 2014

m i x t a p e

i turn up the volume
on my ipod,
every time you're around,
so you can faintly hear
the mixtape i made
for you that you'll
never hear out loud.

j.r.p.

jorge padre Nov 2014

o c e a n i c

the ocean pulls me closer
and drowns me in its currents
much like how you pulled me in
with your gaze and your words
and I drowned with every glimpse
and with every syllable.

j.r.p.

jorge padre Nov 2014

h u m a n

Have you ever thought
that we are the closest thing to the universe?
The universe is infinitely expanding
and is in a never ending flux of change.
We change constantly to a point
where we don’t resemble ourselves from a few years ago.
There is an uncountable amount of atoms within us
comparable to the infinitely many stars in the universe.
Stars break down, skin can be torn.
Stars are born, cells re-form.
We are as remarkable as the universe itself.
We are as mysterious, as miraculous, as breath-taking
to what was something that Greek philosophers said to be

"perfect and eternal".

We are the universe.
We are human.

#jrp

Oct 2014

k o s m i k

Why the Mountains Can Never Meet the Sea // (by Jorge Padre)

He's the son of the wind and the ocean
I'm the son of the mountains and the trees
The water is his element and i, the earth
His cool demeanor made the rock beneath me
Melt becoming quicksand
******* me into the cold, dark ground below
When he comes close,
Everything feels right
When he touches my skin,
Tremors appear like the remnants of earthquakes
When he says my name,
The mountains recede,
And the birds sing brighter
But the geography does not align
Alas, the mountains will never move
To meet the ocean
Only the wind from coastlines
Can meet with the canopies of the trees
But, the waters cannot flood the summit
and, thus, we can never be.

this is not my poem, he just wanted me to post this for him

jorge padre Oct 2014

he started counting cigarettes

he started counting cigarettes
the way he did every other night
he counted them like flower petals
with "she loves me"
and "she loves me not"
throwing them afterwards
to the street below.

he started counting cigarettes
the way he did every other night
he counted them like flower petals
but he inhaled the smoke
of the burning petals
and she filled his lungs
and lingered there
for what felt like years.

he started counting cigarettes
the way he did every other night
keeping in mind the seconds
he lost with each stick
he banged his head
against his fist
and cried apologetically.

he started counting cigarettes
the way he did every other night
but, today,
he thought he should stop
but he couldn't help it
it was the only thing left
that reminded him of her -
her nicotine lips
and her warm glow.

he started counting cigarettes
the way he did every other night
he tried to count the times
he said he'd forget
or he said he'd move on
he took another drag,
flicked it to the air,
and said,
"that's it for today."

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