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UNTITLED

He steps outside
And leaves yesterday behind.
The baggages that weigh
Heavy loosen from his grip 
And fall behind him.
He never looks back.
The scars he cannot leave
Behind the door cuts 
Across his chest.
He is leaving the darkness
He loved for so long.
He had made
Love with solitude.
He had  a long engagement
With loneliness.
He knows them 
Too well now.
He is ready to kiss them
On the lips and bid adieu.
He braves into the light
To a place where freedom
Seems a scary place.
He will soon learn
That his heart is among wild horses
Running in an endless prairie.
He is not a pigeon
He thought he was.

UNTITLED

He steps outside
And leaves yesterday behind.
The baggages that weigh
Heavy loosen from his grip
And fall behind him.
He never looks back.
The scars he cannot leave
Behind the door cuts
Across his chest.
He is leaving the darkness
He loved for so long.
He had made
Love with solitude.
He had a long engagement
With loneliness.
He knows them
Too well now.
He is ready to kiss them
On the lips and bid adieu.
He braves into the light
To a place where freedom
Seems a scary place.
He will soon learn
That his heart is among wild horses
Running in an endless prairie.
He is not a pigeon
He thought he was.

Filed under poem poetry cebu philippines cebu city

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UNSAID

There are moments
When I wish I had
Said the scribbles
On the ceilings of my head,
The rage painted across
The walls of my heart.
Sometimes I wish
I should have freed
Them and see them born
Into life no matter how monstrous
They could have become.
But I chose to collect
Them together and
Let them dissipate
In placid silence in the wind
Of days passing by.
I was mute but I wasn’t
Deaf.
The want of words
Didn’t mean
I cared less
Or loved less
Or lived the moment less.
I was inside my head
Calculating in brief seconds,
The words hanging on the
Tip of my tongue.
And I spared you the hurt.
I spared myself from the hurt.
I spared us both from the hurt
Of words that could not
Be taken back
From the wind.

Or maybe I was wrong.

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SUMMER RAIN

The morning crawls
Into the daylight
As shadows retreat 
From streetcorners
From trees
From the mountains
On the horizon 
That look like a painting
Missing a few more strokes.
A light drizzle 
Descends from the sky
Dancing to the chirp
Of birds and the lazy
Roar of jeepney engines.
It is strange that rain fell
When the easterlies 
March from the Pacific.
What remains of the clouds
Melting into a thin sheet of rain
Lands on concrete and 
An unmistakable smell rises
In the morning air.
I could tell,
It is the smell of summer. – View on Path.

SUMMER RAIN

The morning crawls
Into the daylight
As shadows retreat
From streetcorners
From trees
From the mountains
On the horizon
That look like a painting
Missing a few more strokes.
A light drizzle
Descends from the sky
Dancing to the chirp
Of birds and the lazy
Roar of jeepney engines.
It is strange that rain fell
When the easterlies
March from the Pacific.
What remains of the clouds
Melting into a thin sheet of rain
Lands on concrete and
An unmistakable smell rises
In the morning air.
I could tell,
It is the smell of summer. – View on Path.

Filed under poem poetry rain summer cebu philippines cebucity

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WE STEAL THE NIGHT (THE NIGHT STEALS US)

Night doesn’t steal
The light because it is
Her own.
Like maps where
Demarcation lines
Are drawn between
Black and white
Joy and solitude
Good and evil
Light and darkness.
It is the stars, the moon,
The city lights, our wandering
And lost souls that
Steal her darkness away.
We vandalize her satin
Dress and steal her
Show of calm and quiet
Beauty.
We trespass on her
Territory and disturb
Her peace.
We violate her nakedness.
But night,
she never cries.
She allows the crime.
Little did we know
Night finds her way to
Reside in our unguarded hearts.
She grows spots of
Black poppies on
The sky of our hearts.
She steals the sunshine
From their happy valleys
And plains of contentment.
In her silence,
Night cunningly
takes revenge.
You see, our hearts
Were never meant for darkness.
Now it has day and night.

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REGGAE

the sky is a sheet of silk laced
with spots and streaks of fluffy 
cottons. the water curls and breaks
on the sand so lovingly and gently
that the sand glitters at each 
kiss. the air smells of grilled
fish and pork while soda and 
beer come cold in ice melting
into thin air that you could see
them dissipating as they touch
your lips. the trees oblige to
the wind, casting dancing shadows 
on your skin where the sun play-
fully draws lines, contouring the
edges of your tank top on your 
back and slowly burning them into
a darker hue of brown. you raise your 
head, close your eyes, feel the burn
of the sun lusting on your nape, and 
get lost in the soundtrack of the moment.
it’s a good day for reggae.

REGGAE

the sky is a sheet of silk laced
with spots and streaks of fluffy
cottons. the water curls and breaks
on the sand so lovingly and gently
that the sand glitters at each
kiss. the air smells of grilled
fish and pork while soda and
beer come cold in ice melting
into thin air that you could see
them dissipating as they touch
your lips. the trees oblige to
the wind, casting dancing shadows
on your skin where the sun play-
fully draws lines, contouring the
edges of your tank top on your
back and slowly burning them into
a darker hue of brown. you raise your
head, close your eyes, feel the burn
of the sun lusting on your nape, and
get lost in the soundtrack of the moment.
it’s a good day for reggae.

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