Oh the cool things I would do. To jump
off the escalator before it hits the floor.
Jump off the building and end up flying;
Raging against the soothing gust of wind.
To ride on the train but not in. To ride
a motorcycle wearing a tight leather suit.
When the helm discards, my hair flares
up and sails across the sea of air. Swoon.
You could only swoon. Maybe ride a horse
with ebony locks swaying like the waves
of the ocean. Stormed and haunted.
For once, I become a knight. I fight
battles from cost to cost. Defeat enemies
who are against my banner. Yes. I’ll fight.
And in my chambers for you’ll squire.
See? All those things I wish to do.
But then I’d only die trying. I won’t live
to tell the tale of my being reckless
and wishful. All these I want to do.
Indeed. These things I want to do.
Oh the cool things I would do. To maybe
fall down in the pits of my own heart.
Or perhaps to fall for you.
My eyes don’t fool me
When I see you
Inflict pain in my heart
By ignoring me
By treating me
Like an unwanted toy
A person of no importance
Of your assistance
My heart does not fool me
That it’s hurt
When in pain
With the care
You fail to feign
Over and over
Smiles don’t always cover
The struggle, the shame
Of losing half of me
Upon barely seeing you
And now I see you cry
For once I forget
My share of torture
Watching you break down
Witnessing the ache
Bursting from your eyes
Your almost evil eyes
Which only rolls when it sees me
But to see you now
I know not what to do
Though I’m quite sure
On how I would do
And how I’d get through
You; a brother to me
And I; sister to you.
Maybe the light the fireworks shed is worth feeling happy about.
Maybe the gleaming colors it bleeds across the sky cheer me up.
Perhaps the world would beam with the rainbows glowing the dark
No matter the misery this life would bring, for one night we can forget that.
Maybe quick sparks in the sky bring happiness for those in doubt.
Maybe their lives would feel a little better if they’d listen and stop.
Perhaps the world won’t need to seek peace for just one spark.
No matter the woe our pasts may bring, tonight is a good time to start.
I am enamored with
a mad man; A man
I met on the train,
A man who popped
bubbles and talked
really weird; rather
but it should not
matter at all.
Why should it matter at all?
When I am just as mad as
he is or perhaps insanely
in love with someone of my
own caliber. It figures, does
it not? To fall in love with
yourself falling deeply in love
with one who love you too.
Do we even need to count
the magical days we’ve had
when it’s obviously countless?
I could number them to more
than five hundred days and
I’m still counting numbers
not even I could tell nor name.
But I love you enough to try
and gauge the moments you
and I had for both the shame
and the bliss; the radiance.
The sparkles blinded me for
quite a time and I did not see
that every single one that
touched my skin burned me.
I burned but it was a fire that
did not turn me into ashes.
Alas, you came along. You did
not sweep me off my feet, you
did not save me from anything;
but you lit the torch that is me.
Magic happened and unleashed
a rainbow in a world where you
and I reign as king and queen.
Our subjects did not bow before
us just as the odds weren’t always
in our favor, but that world was ours.
(Now, what is the point of counting
our days when the world is ours?)
Why settle for an orange sky
When stars are bestfriends as diamonds are?
Why settle for a crescent moon
When the full moon blooms not from afar?
Why settle for a wretched rain
When the sunny sky can beat that any day?
Why settle for an orange sky
When the glorious night is here to stay?
I love the orange sky
Even with the dawning of a hurricane.
I love the crescent moon
Even when it is still to wane.
I love the wretched rain
For the rainbow comes when it is through.
I love you for you
For the sky is orange and not blue.
Kakain na lang ako ng suman,
maaalala pa kita. Magbabalat,
maglalatag sa platong nakaabang
para bang nakakatitig ka. Ngingiti
at magtatakip ng bibig, sabay
kislap ng mata’y ‘di na mapigil.
Kakain na lang ako’t hihirit ka pa.
Sa pagyapak ng asukal sa sumang
nakahimlay; naghihintay mabuhay
ng tamis. H’wag mong subukang
tumingin o’ ako’y pansinin dahil
ang nais ko lang nama’y kumain.
Kakain na lang ako’t maaalala ka
na para bang nasa harap kita.
Mag-iinarte nang kaunti’t mag-aalala
kung talaga nga bang nariyan ka.
Anupa’t bakit hindi kung sintamis ng
suman ko’y ikaw at wala nang iba?