March 2011
1 post
Oh, Lover.
Oh, Lover,
Oh, my Surprise.
You leave but keep me covered
in the warmth of your desire.
Your embrace,
your kiss,
seeps into my dreams…
You drive me mad, wanting, needing.
So I hide from the world
until my skin comes alive again under your fingertips.
I grow cold,
the memory of you simply lacking.
Oh, Lover…
Oh, my Life,
you’ve taken me whole,
without a strife.
November 2010
2 posts
Nothing more but a Note to Self
We’ve come far.
You’d never believe me if I said we’d be like this now.
I know growing up can be scary. Very scary.
Forging your own path and treading along unknown waters
is both exhilarating and agonizing.
Separation is painful.
Independence is the toddler who longs to discover the magic
5 baby steps away,
and yet somewhat unsure whether to let go
of his...
Awake.
And let it be proclaimed,
that I
that I
that I
have climbed up from the treacherous ditch.
With scars to boast upon my weary arms
and
earth clinging to my nails.
Many months I lay in the dark dirt
with the grand, sparkling crystals over head.
Stars existing to mock
how much I can’t reach what I wanted.
What I thought I wanted.
What I thought I needed.
And now I don’t...
May 2010
1 post
Crash
You
crashed
into me.
Binangga mo ako.
When
I
least
expected.
Consciousness slowly coming back, eyelids slightly fluttering
Forgive me if I’m still so out of focus.
But you were the first person in my line of sight,
after the crash.
You, not him.
You wiped him away.
April 2010
1 post
Sense
It danced around the sweltering heat, amidst the movement of bodies swaying endlessly and vaguely, hypnotized to the loud, constant, booming of the music. Tantalizing and achingly familiar, it reached her as she raised her arms and tossed her hair in time to the beat. For a moment, her thoughts were shut and empty. Only the mere essence of what had swiftly reached her through the darkness, sounds...
July 2009
3 posts
June 2009
3 posts
anticipation
I can’t wait to come back and see you again.
I can’t wait to be more than just words on your computer screen,
or words on a lucky postcard that thankfully found its way into your hands.
I can’t wait to speak to you again,
to hear your voice, instead of mine on an imagined conversation.
I can’t wait to smile again,
the way I do when I’m with you.
I miss you.
May 2009
20 posts
Anniversary I
Today,
365 days ago,
We met at half past 12
for what I thought was only Lunch
But we walked to the Steps,
passing the musical bamboo forest
and I didn’t know what you were up to
And on the top of the steps
I uncovered a sweet secret
within the hold of an old brown envelope
I was speechless
You were scared
I decided
to keep it all in for now
We let it hang in the air
over...
Prolonged
Helloooo
ooo
ooouch.
Ode to Coffee
When I drink my coffee
I know I’ll be fine
Because when it enters my system
I get a coffee induced high
When I drink my coffee
Everything is alright
I don’t care that you don’t miss me
It’s easier to say BYE
When I drink my coffee
I’m happy and I can’t explain
I could only wish though,
that this would last more than a day
When I drink my coffee
It’s easier to walk away
You are not...
And So We Climb
I saw a spider on the wall today. It seemed to have a broken leg, because everytime it tried climbing up, it will eventually stumble down and fall right back into its starting point. The spider was very persistent, though I don’t know why it had that particular goal to climb the wall.
It kept repeating the same pattern for around ten minutes. The spider will walk a certain distance up, before it...
Wrinkled Love
It will be really nice to have the kind of love our grandparents have reached and are sharing. The kind of love that says
“Honey, you forgot to put on your teeth again, but that’s okay because I still think that you are the most beautiful and adorable creature on this planet. So come on, let’s go walk to the park and watch the world go by, I’ll hold your hand as we walk through that steep path...
Again and Again
I take off
with broken wings,
but I’ll fly again,
I’ll fly again.
I look around
with tear-stained eyes,
but I’ll see again,
I’ll see again.
I walk on
with a crippled leg,
but I’ll move again,
I’ll move again.
I live still
with a heart incomplete,
but I’ll love again,
I’ll love again.
The Open Window
For months, we have been watching kind, little Miss Darling, who- after having such a traumatic experience outdoors- announced that she will never again step out into the world.
From her house, she contacted the best lock-smiths in town to set bolts upon her door to make sure that nothing came in. She got hurt, she said, and she never wanted that to happen again.
Sometimes, we try to convince...
Unstationary
dance, dance. her hair flew wildly about her but always came back gracefully into place as if each strand knew exactly where to fall her arms swung high above her head turned swiftly around and ended in a sharp movement her feet stepped, glided, stomped and jumped each vibrating energy absorbed by the floor her body moved with the beat twisted, turned, twirled, stretched, flexed. ah the dancer....
Fragile
against all odds, i never stop hoping that your voice would be the next thing I’d hear your smile would be the next thing i see your hand would be the next thing I’d hold yes darling, because you are always the reason i stay up a little bit later i wait a little bit longer i hold my breath for another second or two. yes, darling, the reason is you.
Femininity
She held her breath and waited a while… waited a moment longer the moment turned into minutes, not after long, it stretched into hours… she waited a while.. waited a moment longer he finally came gave her a quick hug gave her a quick kiss… told a little of his day… and was soon back on his feet… he was busy… he was sorry.. but it changed nothing.. he had to...
No Complaints
Just a litte bit sane… but completely and totally crazy Just a little bit stable… but overly needy and desperate Just a little bit reasonable… but damned stubborn and firm Just a little bit content… but filled with longing and wanting Just a little bit patient… but thoroughly proving otherwise Just a little bit of life… but a longer time with death Just a...
dotdotdot
The most important things in life are said in silence. … she wanted to let him know but Fear took over. “how’s life?” he asked. she smiled. and was silent … she knew she had little time left she might never see him again.. but Pride took over so she resolved to be silent … she thought she felt it deep down somewhere she felt it but Doubt took over so she surrendered and...
Minsan
minsan, naiisip ko siya.
minsan…naiisip ko kung anong gagawin niya kung andito siya.
minsan naiisip ko kung ano na kaya nangyari sa amin kung andito siya.
minsan namimiss ko siya.
minsan masaya ako na umalis siya…
pero mas madalas mas gusto ko na nandito siya.
sa tabi ko.
minsan gusto ko siya kausapin.
kamustahin man lang.
pero huwag na.
baka mapahiya ako.
at hindi lang...
The Boat
is NOT sinking is REFUSING to sink… WILL not sink. it will float. because it is stubborn. because it is better to stay on top of things where everything is safe. because nobody knows what lies under the depths of the cunning waters. because the boat would not risk disintegrating under water. … not sinking… because it’s better to be naive…no damage is done. the...
Missing Origins
The fear of love is taking the risk to fall, then finding out no one is there to catch you at all… The fear of love is pouring your whole heart and soul, only to find it, spilled on the cold, hard floor
untitled II
when everything comes crashing down… i feel hysterical. this was the first time i wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. everything is happening at the same time. anything is happening at the same time. it knocked the wind right out of me. i still don’t know how i should be feeling right now. is there a right way to feel?
No Words
when i was younger and naive… and totally, blissfully unaware… i wrote. i wrote of falling in love, of holding your breath and eventually feeling dizzy.. and not caring at all. i wrote of the highs and lows of What If’s, Hope Not’s, and Oh Well’s i wrote of heart-breaks and how it felt so good to cry, to just let the tears flow, making you feel human, alive. i...
untitled
and still i stay stubbornly out here in the porch. maybe i’d like to freeze… a while ago i said i’d like to freeze to death, but now, I just want to freeze..just freeze. until i can come home again. i want to keep all the memories. i don’t want to let go. i don’t want to forget how it felt.. how i felt… how i still feel… but it’s slowly...
Sky Diving
She stood frozen to the floor, feeling the intimidating rush of cold air blasting inside the plane, daring her to jump. She looked down. From where she was standing, she could just guess that it would take eternity for her feet to be in touch with the sweet earth once more. Skydiving really looked different when other people did it. It had been done lots of times, and people came out of it alive....
For All the World is Worth
And for all the world is worth, I’d certainly face the ransom, just to grasp that chance for everything once more So I stand to lose the world, to gain back what I let go, just a wink, just a glimpse, a touch of hope in my fingertips Sealed with tears and weary eyes, the deal is done, might I survive? Whispers doubt my heart-set goal, torment and hurt my own bruised soul A camel...