February 2012
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The seconds pass and the hours are short,
often times I barely knew of their presence,
until the sun finally clambers down to its fort
and I fumble over time’s irrefutable absence.
Now I brood over days that elapsed between weeks,
and I retrieve how all had seemingly lazed as you idle
elsewhere even on days when my loneliness peaks,
how brutal of you to be gone, when you know without...
I do not know which it is,
if I am the rock at the edge of the sea,
or if I am the surging wave, fast approaching
all I know is I am at the center
of a collision and I keep on crashing.
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What ails me is these arms seek your touch
and these lips yearn for yours twice as much.
What burdens me is my heart pines after
many wondrous things that life refuses to offer.
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Temporal Solutions
Perhaps there would be many women
on your rose-strewn bed will lie upon.
They will fill the thirty five inch unoccupied
void on hot, sultry evenings you sleep beside.
Perhaps I too would, like a flighty butterfly entice
and tempt them men, to be lost between my thighs,
but I know I’d wake by morning, from a lust-driven night
with the yearning for you continuing, without respite.
...
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Nighttime Rendezvous
I cannot put a lid over the skies
and tell the light, it must go,
nor can I tie a string to sunrise
to hold it down at a rooster’s crow.
I love you and the hours we spend
tangled beneath the cloudless, star-filled heaven
but if the break of dawn is one event I cannot fend-
I rejoice, nor can it halt the sunset at the day’s end.
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Serene ripples in a fishpond,
a quaint bridge over a brook-
skipping waves to the fine-fine sand,
lovely images I paint in my quiet nook.
Ten graceful swans and a pink flamingo,
tall sunflower blossoms dancing behind the fences,
yesterday I saw arced across the sky a rainbow-
but my paper remains empty, marked with creases.
I left my heart not in San Francisco,
but in a box that lays...
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Season After Season
The violent seas have once again calmed
and the monsoon rains have ceased.
The climate has tempered, it warmed,
the earth beneath my soles is sun-kissed.
I found a cotyledon then, a seedling’s sprout
in the brown soil where rain and sunlight spills
It survived the seasons, the floods, the drought
as my heart remained steadfast, with the love it feels.
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It slipped out of my hand
like a fistful of water, or a wispy
smoke, and in the dire days
that succeeded, I felt my neck
more strained under a yoke.
Oh where it went, no one knew,
like I, the folks I asked
were searching too,
between every crack,
and within the
crannies of their homes,
but none could find,
and none could tell
where happiness roams.
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Like A Tree Branch
We are like the branches on a tree
in the heart of the smog filled city.
Our leaves are dusty, almost ashen
the lush green color we wore, deaden.
We are like the branches on a tree
in the heart of the smog filled city,
suffocating underneath the open skies,
yet the streets are too busy to hear our cries.
We are like the branches on a tree
in the heart of the smog filled city,
hands...
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I build towers in the dark,
when the skies would be grim
if not for the scattered
pin-sized stars,
but bitter it is when I wake,
when the sun has risen and is
shining bright-
the dreams I built last night shatter
and fall from their towering height.
In the evenings I can pretend
that darkness only masks your frame,
but in mornings, I confront your absence.
The make-believe comes to an...
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I had a heart once
that would pump vigorously
and was sanguine,
but the fire that burned
inside its chambers was extinguished
by a pour of water, clear and saline.
I wonder if there would be someone
who would be tenderhearted enough to scrape
all the grim residue off its blackened wall,
and return it to its old state, before its downfall.
But if there was none,
then my heart would...
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I don’t understand how one day you hold them dear, and you are their most trusted confidant, then you wake the next morning, and bam, they’re just cold, distant.
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They had ears but they would not listen,
thus I set forth and sat myself in the heart
of the garden,
pass the loamy bed where grew the dahlias,
the fair blooms swaying their hips to the wind’s arias.
I began to converse with the vines, the trees,
and I learnt the language that is spoken by bees.
The podgy, green caterpillar, as it climbed
a herbaceous stalk
one day in early August...
Why of course they would break,
when you sent your promises
from your lips to my door,
you did not bother bundling them
with bubble wraps, and labeling
“fragile” outside the box.
The wind is a terrible courier.
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Sandcastles, Card houses
The foamy waters, a billowing sea
with hasty strides climbed up the shores
and with one great sweep, a mighty roar,
the sand castle that stood was dragged
and no more.
A tower made from a deck of cards,
erected with the red, imperious royals
but even with their majestic garbs and crowns
could not stop the wind from toppling
their fortress down.
I tire truly of (counting) these...
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Baby leave the stars in the skies
to the sailors in the bobbing ship
across the seas, I don’t want them
strung to a pretty necklace,
a jewelry piece.
Darling forget about the moon, glowing,
yawning above the low hanging awning.
Leave her to the poet brooding with his candlelight,
swooning over his unreachable muse tonight.
And my sweet’, let’s not bother either
the...
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flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:
let me know if i’ve ever made you smile, then i’ll know that i’ve been worth the while.
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When I Am Old And Lonely
myinkstainedheart:
For what would be the tears
my eyes will hold,
when my bones are brittle
and I am old-
do you think it’d be for the
frailty of the hip
attached to my thighs,
the decadence of the curves
that had left men in whimpering sighs?
A rose withers, this I am aware,
vitality declines with age,
as with all that in youth was fair.
If my skin wrinkled and my hair...
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Undress Your Eyes
Let the body be fully clothed
in the garments it is clad,
it is not the flesh which I had sought
after and wished tonight to prod.
Admit these curvaceous molds
which house our spines cause distraction
and is too much of a potent
stimulus, arousing the lust-driven
phallus.
Thus let buttons be buttoned
and zippers be zipped, my doe eyes
wish to see you stripped instead off the
measured...
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A house painted new
to deceive the observer’s view
of its insides’ weakened wall
is still a house, in a storm wind
would fall.
A lie deeply buried
under words, sweet and splendid,
like a seed would yield a fruit,
bad-tasting and to the reaper,
is brute.
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The clouds were bleak
and the oscine birds were songless
atop the verdant tree where they nest.
Still was the day that idled longer
and not a whisper of the wind became my guest.
But it was silence that bore disquietude
and dampened to its content my mirthful attitude,
a silence baneful to its host as would a pyrogen
and that was how I came to know,
not all silence is golden.
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Sssshhh
His eyes are closed, he’s fast asleep
and I am tempted to brush my fingertip
lightly across the bridge of his nose
and kiss each eyelid, beneath his brows.
But his quiet breathing arrests my hand
and freezes my feet at exactly where I stand,
for how could I dare come an inch nearer,
a movement might rouse him from his slumber.
Thus I move away, in silent tiptoes
and sat across...
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Timid and soft-spoken
it is rare for me to have
my lips, parted wide, open.
For the life of me I cower
like the quailing petals
at morn’ of a moonflower.
But few may be the times
when I verbalize loudly
my thoughts, there is one
instance when I will speak
on a dime, without hesitance.
And darling that is when to say
I love you now, forever and a day,
of all the words in the...
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Faces Of The Moon
A boy in my youth,
promised me the stars, the moon
and sought the sun
to witness his oath at noon,
but by evening, just like the sun,
he fled from my view
and he was gone.
All grown I have heard of
many promises, and my lips
had been stained with
half-meant kisses, but as I look
at my window I still swoon,
not because of the youth
who swore the night-lights strewn,
but because of...
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The streets are marred
with bloodshed
and the air that hangs
above is heavy of hatred-
an eye for an eye,
man kills man, rampant
senseless crimes,
in a civilized but savaged times.
And I was just about to lose
all hope in mankind, resigned into
thinking this is but a decaying
society where flesh flies feast in our
insides, but I have seen love
peer from the dark, like a lone flower...
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Your eyes, they armor me with wings,
when you look at me, with eyes, adoring,
and yet when tinged with the lightest blame,
they puncture my heart, and pierce just the same.
How marvelous it is, that in your eyes I found
my weakness, a thousand needle points abound
while capable too of bestowing deliverance,
an escape route to heaven, without offering penance.
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Someday
There would come a day when the rains in September
would fall to the ground like April showers,
forgetting their rage and instead like lashes
would graze our skin as delicate butterfly kisses.
And along the promenade with winter delayed,
an array of springtime blooms will be displayed.
Our eyes would wake to mornings devoid of gloom
as even in December the growth of flowers resume.
I...
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I heard the sound of a thousand
footsteps trampling against
the wooden plank, heading towards me
(their heels stomping forcibly).
I held my breath, expecting
to be crushed under the mob
and buried in a chaos, detrimental,
but alas, all it was, were my heartbeats
racing a thousand miles upon your arrival.
You sure know how to make a grand entrance.
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Haunted
I have hammered the last nail
on your coffin and dug a grave
for you to be buried in
but from the depths of hell
where I had you delivered, you
rose and stare at me now with eyes
wide open and undeterred.
The mischievous smile that
plays on your wanton lips
is ominous of bad dreams
that will haunt me tonight,
in bed, before I fall sleep.
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A heart that would not speak
of the love it harbors inside
is like a sparrow unwontedly meek,
and should have cut off its horny beak.
I have inside a sparrow of a heart,
and every day it beats, it goes on singing,
but if with its songs your heart will only scoff
then perhaps it is best, your ears are both cut off.
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The thick, dark clouds are dreary
and the stark, barren trees are dismal,
the cold has sunk its fangs into the earth
to draw from its breast its charming mirth.
There is little joy that one could find
in a surrounding too gray and austere-
where the birds don’t fly and the empty garden
is as gloomy as a widow’s mourning mien.
But alas, from the somber clouds I turn to you,...
We mull over the definition of love
our hands aided with metal forceps
eager to prod over the human heart,
but is love as keen in our obsession
to unfold what truth it bears, its concept?
I have a notion I cannot dismiss that love
is just as blind and confused as we are,
wondering what to make of itself as it attempts
many explorations on human hearts
and cataloguing failed...
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You Didn't Want It
A love all wrapped, tied with a bow
I’ll lay on your hands, on you I’ll bestow.
I had sparkling hope written across my eyes
humble as this might be, it would suffice.
But your hands were full, so I was told
a poor girl’s love was another weight to hold.
Dejected and cast down I walked the dreary road,
my empty chest as heavy as the box with its load.
And then at home, I...
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“If someone wants to be a part of your life, they will be there. Don’t bother...”
– (via tragicverses)
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“Ang pag-ibig ay parang pamasahe sa jeep, minsan hindi nasusuklian.”
– Sen. Miriam Defensor-Santiago (via captainsid)
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Jane And The Moon
i knew of a young mister
who would everyday profess
his undying adoration
to his beloved mistress,
but as fate would turn
in a misfortune his tongue, cut-out,
no words would come again,
and flow from his mouth.
but heed, do cry no tear,
no fatal tragedy occurred here.
she may not hear him profess
with words his devotion, in excess,
but never did Jane’s love wane,
(and) nor did...
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Love,
a fellow, indecisive,
it hesitates then knocks,
then runs out back to leave.
I,
I need to borrow the strength
and the skill of a wind,
that can bend and break
the stubborn bark at its will.
I,
I need to persuade the wind
to blow my way love, so elusive,
and then I need to convince it
when it comes, to nest in my palms
and never leave.
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I had a good amount of
ink left for writing on a paper
until he came and dipped
in the bottle his finger,
and I watched as he turned
the color from charred black
to red, and asked if I’d write
with it instead.
“You write beautifully, but its
always sad, perhaps a dash
of red will splash some joy
your pieces never had.”
“But the color of my ink
does not...
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A voice reverberated inside my head and each word delivered hit the four lobes of my brain like stray bullets, “he would have moved heaven and earth, he would have done everything in his power… he would have…but he didn’t.”
That is the first of two truths. The second, the truth is harsh.
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Green With Envy
Jealousy and envy,
are of the same, relatively
but jealousy it is
when my man favors another-
obviously (wether innocently)
and envy it is when
what I consider good and fine,
I throw lustful looks after
even if not mine.
And I envy them, what they have.
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Termite Feeding
The sun would rise in the east,
and clamber down in the west,
day in, day out, at night I’d rest
but I’d wake to find the hole,
by morn’ still gapping beneath my breast.
A bullet hole it is not, neither
a stab wound from a serrated blade.
I will not bleed to death, but I’ve surveyed
the hole had aggravatingly deepened
and passing days had not
with their influence...
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If only warm hugs can be pre-packed
and sold like canned chicken stock
lining the shelves in a grocery aisle,
I would in summer days spend hours
indoors, rummaging for coupons
from local stores, and stocking my pantry’s
supply for when the chilly weather comes
and the demands for warmth become high.