Malayo ang tingin
Abot hanggang langit
Binabagtas pala
Alaalang kapos

Napupudpod na nga
Suwelas ng suot
Na tanging sapatos
Pero tuloy pa rin

Malayo ang tingin
Abot hanggang langit

Hapunan

Pumipintig ang sintido ng babaeng nakaupo sa may pasilyo
Bitbit ang kakapiranggot na kita mula sa buong maghapon
Tinatapik-tapik lamang ang ulo,
Nagbabakasakaling mawala ang kirot
Inuulit ang dasal na kinabisado simula pa noon

Aba, Ginoong Maria napupuno ka ng grasya

Sa iilang barya pa, mapupuno na ang kanyang bulsa
Makauuwi na’t makapaghahain ng hapunan
Malugod na pagsasaluhan ng dalawang pamilya
Sa babaeng nakaupo at sa panganay niyang binatilyo

Sa tulong ng patuloy na pamamalimos
Ng inang iniwan ang lahat sa kahapon
Matapang na hinaharap ang takbo ng panahon
Mag-aantanda ng krus, sisimulan ang pagpapasalamat

Ang Panginoon ay sumasaiyo

Isang buong araw na naman ang natapos
Nairaos kahit papaano ang anim na musmos at ang magsing-irog

Bukod kang pinagpala sa babaeng lahat

Pumipintig ang sintido ng babaeng nakaupo sa may pasilyo
Bitbit ang kakapiranggot na kita mula sa buong maghapon

At pinagpala naman
Ang ‘yong anak na si Hesus


Santa Maria, Ina ng Diyos
Ipanalangin mo kaming makasalanan
Ngayon at kung kami’y mamamatay
Amen

Love Poem (1)

How I wish, somehow, someone writes a poem while thinking of me
How I wish that the next song to play is mine to keep

Selfish

All pretty things happen in fairy tales
And today’s not that time to write myself one

Pity

Yeah, quite pathetic at first
But helpful, refreshing at some intervals
Still, how I wish the next poem’s for me,
about me,
or  even just
a memory of me

At least there’s a part of assurance that someone
sees (saw) me

Selfish
I know yet I need this dose of fantasy even just for a moment

Pity

It’s okay…
I’m fine.

I also pity myself sometimes.

Leaving No Trace

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Is it even possible to leave without any trace?

Maybe it is the time to say goodbye
Soften the blow of an unexpected break
Lessen the touch, even a simple nod
Keep the smile but it may deeply scar the heart
Still, maybe with this, leaving is possible
Erase the moments slowly from the routine
Say what you mean, show what you wish
It is the time to finally say goodbye

So, soften the blow of this unexpected break
Lessen the touch, lessen the talk
Keep the smile, keep it close

Erasing the memories slowly
With the hours moving
Swaying
Flying
Away
It
Goes

Ako

Iyakin ako, hindi mo lang alam 
Sa bawat ngiti ay may kuwentong dala
Pag-unawa lang ang tanging hiling
Inihahanda ang puso sa anumang maaaring mangyari
Sa umagang darating at sa kahapong iiwan

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Startled

With the lack of time, my mind can’t seem to function.
Will the heart to write be enough to make things right?
Stupidity is my ever failure and friend
But is it enough to give myself the identity I dread?

Writing lines is not enough
Especially when you do not have the time
Wish I could have the chance
To witness the strength I never had


Another old poem I saved in my google drive

LAME

What if you intentionally cut your fingers one by one every time you lose sight of your love?

Some people may call it an obsession but you see it as an expression.

Some people see it as weird and freaky but you consider it as a release of overflowing emotions.

Some people feel sad for you but you only show relief and an immeasurable sight of happiness.

Some people express signs of concern but you don’t care.


You never did…

because for only two more fingers away, you’ll be prepared to face the fate eternity.


Away from your love.

Away from people.

Away from this world.


All of this though you see as… 

LAME


Some forgotten poems written by my college self

I Am Here

I live under your bed but you never took time to look.
I know your secrets, every dream, every fear.
My body is swollen, guts all gone.
Nails starting to fall, I cannot take it anymore.
Step out of your bed! I want everything back.

I know it hurts to leave,

But that is how it goes.

Fear not my dear,

Because fear lives within us all.