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If We Weren’t Ever for Each Other
I’ll meet you on the same page
from the book we’ll read aloud
The vows of this ever
holy letters about
the glory of galaxies,
what’s writtenÂ
on the stars, we’ll trace
So come and meet meÂ
in outer space,
We’ll make the stars aligned ourselves,
We’ll stay there for the night
Or maybe forever (?)
for as long as we might.
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a poem to the past
you were a battering ram
and I was a fragile glass
now I got these walls around
your power to me is none
Promise
The promise
of the sun of unbrokenÂ
chains of morning
with ample showers and driven wind
makes us celebrate life by day
and leave the moonÂ
with our soundless sleeps
and only unfinished dreams.
Ikaw at ang Salamin (an elegy/isang elehiya)
Mangungulila sa iyo ang salamin.
At sa mga oras na wala ka na,
wala narin itong saysay
sapagkat kayo ang perpektong tambal.
Ikaw ay para sa kanya at siya ay para sa iyo.
alang-alang sa supling na inyong binuongÂ
may tulad ng wangis at hawig,
Para sa kaparis,
na imahe na iyong iniwan,
Kalaunan ay mawawala narin sa salamin
Tulad ng paglisan ng init ng iyong katawan.
Kaya’t lamig, ang hamog sa salamin,
tangi mo’ng maiiwang ala-ala.
Ang mga sikreto,
ang lihim ng tikom mong bibig,
mananatiling nakatago sa pagitan
ng lamig nitong bubog, ay makakalimutan.
At tulad ng tulang ito naÂ
ibubulong ko sa harap ng ulilang salamin,Â
ako ay lilipas ring namamaalam Â
sa nakatingin.
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.
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by of the Sea of Bitter
-We were told to write an elegy, and I don’t know anyone to write about so I wrote one for myself. This is not out of vanity that I wrote about missing myself. It’s my thoughts, I’m thinking about how my thoughts would miss( in the form of a mirror) when I’m gone. I’m thinking if they would remain or they would come with me as I am buried or burned.
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Kung hindi mo ako lulunurin,Â
ay pipilitin kong sisirin
ang ‘yong mga laman para sa pagmamahal.
Hanggang sa kailangÂ
sana’y pumayag na muling
Ikabit ang kamay ko sa mga ugat mo.
At ang sikmura mong aking pupunuin ng lamanÂ
‘gang sa kailangan ko nang tahiin, upang isara’t
kasabay ng iyong mga matang
pipikit narin dahil sa mga sipi, sa wakas.
- M,2020
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The Loudest Countdown
Do you ever try to hear what you sound like?
Like cover your ears
Or go to very quite place
And so all you can hear is like a heartbeat?
I do.
It reminds me of a clock.
And so i wonder
For how old am I gonna last,
And when will i stop ticking?
Why do clocks get to tell time?
And why do heartbeats get to tell death,
When both sound alike?
The Dense Rough Glory
Have you ever tried running your hands Through the surface of concrete? Was it something like beds of little beads tugging your nails? Or does it leave your hands fine powder the more you touch it? Would you ever think it mattered? Would you ever try putting your ears close to them? Try hearing all the gospels It was waiting for you to listen to. Or try tracing the shadows casted on it. Which only happened when there is light and darkness. Be there In all the times it was alone, to just be concrete? Nothing but concrete to be looked down on. In the streets, With the most unfortunate people Or wronged, behind bars ... It was concrete they only had. To to catch their bare backs, With the coldest tinge. To catch the coins you threw at them, Out of your self imposed act of pity. To keep them afloat from sinking six-feet under. Have you ever thought of becoming concrete? That you only mattered when people remember the glory of land when it's flooding? That you are the cue After it never rained for a while, when you punch people's stomach with your smell? That people complained that you're not marble, Or limestone , Or granite, but only concrete. Would it matter? That you are the reminder that people forget to admire the importance of such solid things?
Subo, -lunok, busog!
Sisipsipin ko hanggang huling katas, Hihigupin ko hanggang sa huling patak Hanggang humiyang sa hupyak Ng mga pisngi kong Kay lakas sumapa. Hanggang ang tamis ay pumait, Panlasa ko man ay mawaglit, Mamantakan kahit rekados ay sumabit. 'Di bale nang walang sustansya, Basta't laman-tiyan. Sa taong gutom, Ang mahalaga'y sikmurang may laman.
