My circle
That was
Scattered and gone
Like the diverging river
Friends taken
By duties and dreams
Left me with mine.
Soon I learned
I got no company
But the pursuit
Of what I cannot see…
Diverging rivers
Our paths cross
Destiny paves in life
We shall meet twice.
Diverging rivers
We meet
And only that.
Now, it is clear me to me!
Humans are water:
We go on and on.
What else can we be!
I do not know myself anymore.
My life is so sad that if anything good happens I won’t recognize it anymore.
A great philosopher once said,
Love is mutual.
But I have loved so many
Who never loved me,
Still I am fine.
The love I know
Has
No bond
No chain
It lingers in the air
I see it, I breathe it
Enough to keep me alive
All else is theory.
Heaven I’ll be good
For this I’ll live to be 88
To harm no man
To give only love
To bear all things
To give what is right
Though life may be hard
And world unkind
I’ll leave these behind
A meaningful dust in 88 years
For me is enough.
Ang paglaya ay isang kathang-isip
Ng panahong ninakaw
Mula sa reyalidad
Na pilit gumagapos sa ating pagpupumiglas
Paraisong ni wala sa hinagap
Siyang pinapangarap
Kapaligirang walang huhusga
Kundi magpapatawad
Walang sakit na iniinda
Walang puwang ang pikit-mata
Paraiso mo
Paraiso ko
Paraiso nati’y magkakaiba
Ang sandaling ito
Ang mga kataga
Mula sa puso ko
Tungo sa iyong diwa
Nakaw na minuto mula sa mundo
Na nakakalimot sa pagiging tao
Sa agos ng buhay ko
Samu’t saring paraiso
Gaano kahirap ba
Maging masaya?
In my deathbed
as skin burns
I hear heaven
“When you’re ready.”
In my desperation
as eyes close
I hear heaven
“When you’re ready.”
In my indifference
as I age
I hear heaven
“When you’re ready.”
Love has taken my life by storm
And it is great as it is
Devastating
When it is happening
There is no controlling
I am wailing,
Will it ever stop?
When fondness bears pain
It is better pacified
It was said,
If you are looking for peace
Do not look for love
Storm is nature’s work
It happens when it is its time
And I so little as against
Nature’s force
Only shelter and prayer
Is my shield.
This too shall pass
And ruin is on the wait
That is what humans are good at
Fixing nature’s wrath.
“Man is the only creature who refuses to be who he is.” -Albert Camus
The Creature Who Refuses
Muling umibig at hindi umukol,
Panibagong sakit sa damdamin,
Panibagong sikip sa dibdib.
Sana’y papel na lamang ang pagmamahal,
Pwedeng pilasin kung hindi masuklian.
Bakit ang pag-ibig sa iba’y dalampasigan?
Pagsundo ng alo’y kasamang lilisan.
Kwento nating masalimuot,
Pinaghalong pagsinta at poot,
Mga alaala ko’y handang ibalot,
Sa isang pahina ng paglimot.
A question wakes me up each day
Will I make it or not
My room filled
Not with sunshine
But with cross
My body close to withering
All things threatening
Every second
Breath I am catching
Without understanding
All these days
Life is fighting me
Is there a way to win?
how do i face each day
with a malleable heart
that which bends
not breaks
and takes
a hundred beatings
formed with understanding of pain
on a day certain
someone steps on metal scrap
of worn-out heart
rusty
dirty
silent till its end
As the cards we play
Our fate flipped and turned
No one predicted we would go home
And stay
Wanderlust we were
Wonder-lost now
The plans we made
The dreams we shared
See no future
Only uncertainty
Last year
“I love you”
Today
Who knows what date and time
Where do we go from here?
No other choice but staying.
It is not a place
To be in love with
But to see
If the city is sad
Or happy
We have seen the skyline bright
24 hours
And rainbow too
Only to watch it
Sleep and close
Its lights
Its doors
And forget who she is
The city is dead
Police is chasing us after 6
Hello everyone! There was a book that was recommended to me in the comments of my post I am not doing okay…again. I started reading this book recently and I came to a chapter about lost connections with people and felt personally attacked by this book, here’s a quote from the book: Anywhere in the […]
This book is calling me out.
When you are starving for love even the smallest amounts of attention will feel like a full corse meal.
When you are starving for love even the smallest amounts…
My reality is this
I have been blessed
But not with many smiles
And the many thoughts
Come as gifts
That take me to where I belong
Or too far from joy
My legacy is this
Words make up for hours lost
To mourning
To worrying
Bell tolls
For the ink on my fingertips
Loneliness is a friend
Wrapped with poems
Decorated with tears.
