#casterpoetry

If you only had a fucking clue, On how much I'd choose to stay, For everything we felt was true; But we're left with no other way.

Thoughts in the back of our mind, Did really drive us both crazy. But we choose to be blind, Over things; we cared deeply.

If only we chose to fight, On anything that's been through, Everything might have felt right; And nothing would ever be this blue.

If only I could scream and shout, And express how I feel over you, But all I can ever do is write my heart out, Knowing both of us; didn't want to pursue.

hunyo na naman. 

madalas na ang pagbisita ng ulan.

hindi ko man lang namalayan,

pumapatak na pala ang paunang butil sa kawalan,

napagtanto lamang nang pisngi ko ay hinagkan.

wala man lang akong panangga,

sakto pang manipis ang suot na palda,

kaya baka, sisilong muna at 

hihintayin ang pagtila ng silakbo ng kalangitan.

kahit pa ako’y matagalan.

walang ingay na aasa,

tahimik na magdaraos ng pananampalataya,

na darating ka at mag-aanyaya

nang walang pag-aatubili ㅡ

ng pagsayaw sa gitna ng pagdanak

ng nananalantang ulan;

at ang pagsimula ng ating walang humpay na pag-iibigan.

sana lang naman.

kaya habang hindi ka pa naririto,

baka sisilong muna at hihintayin ang pagtila ng silakbo ng kalangitan,

kahit pa ako’y matagalan.

when I hear the sweet voice of death whispering, “ my sweet, you’ve arrived too early.” Confused, at what I have yet to understand,

i somehow found comfort in taking deaths stiff cold hand.

The reaper seems hesitant like he’s unsure of what he should do,

In my own fear, I ask him “ is there where I give my life to you?”

He seems calculated when he goes for his next move,

where he lays me back down and whispers “ not now, i don’t approve.”

There can be so much lost in searching for the kiss of death,

but only rarely, does his kiss become a new breath.

I awake in my room, my chest somehow feels light,

I chuckle to myself and sigh, “ who knew death could be so polite.”