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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.

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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.

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3 SECONDS

On a fine day
A leaf falls 
So slowly the world 
Seem to turn 3 seconds
Slower.

One.
The gentle wind
Touching his cheeks
Takes him to places
They’ve never been.
The unpacked bags for
A trip that remain a hazy
Vision in the zenith
Of each day that passed.
The unanswered calls of
The sea and sun that have
Become wailings of
Unwelcome invitations.

Two.
The rays of sun 
Become a spark of 
Memories that slipped
Into forgetfulness.
The coffee shop they
Never went together
To talk about world problems,
People and plans.
The movies they didnt
Watch together or their songs
That were world’s apart
No one could stand to listen
For long.

Three. 
The leaf touches the ground
And shakes his whole
Being like it was glass that
Fell.
The sound of crystal breaking
Echoes the long farewell that Blurred the year of cyclones And earthquakes that
Lay the heart barren
In cold solitude.
The words that became 
Too difficult to say.
The thank you that couldn’t 
Be said.
The scary feeling of 
Freedom.

Four.
There’s not a four.
It’s a cycle of threes
That hearts get broken.
Everyday.

3 SECONDS

On a fine day
A leaf falls
So slowly the world
Seem to turn 3 seconds
Slower.

One.
The gentle wind
Touching his cheeks
Takes him to places
They’ve never been.
The unpacked bags for
A trip that remain a hazy
Vision in the zenith
Of each day that passed.
The unanswered calls of
The sea and sun that have
Become wailings of
Unwelcome invitations.

Two.
The rays of sun
Become a spark of
Memories that slipped
Into forgetfulness.
The coffee shop they
Never went together
To talk about world problems,
People and plans.
The movies they didnt
Watch together or their songs
That were world’s apart
No one could stand to listen
For long.

Three.
The leaf touches the ground
And shakes his whole
Being like it was glass that
Fell.
The sound of crystal breaking
Echoes the long farewell that Blurred the year of cyclones And earthquakes that
Lay the heart barren
In cold solitude.
The words that became
Too difficult to say.
The thank you that couldn’t
Be said.
The scary feeling of
Freedom.

Four.
There’s not a four.
It’s a cycle of threes
That hearts get broken.
Everyday.

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LOVE IN A COFFEESHOP

They are two hearts
Who found love in the sun
And brought
It inside a coffee shop.
They glance.
They stare.
They smile
Over melting frappuccino.
Their lips move in slow
Motion and their words 
Float on air like
Colored balloons
Popping
5 seconds later.
They are birds seated
Behind a glass window
Gazing together 
At the cityscape.
Their fragile hearts beat in frenzy
And quiet reservation.
The city 
Is dark outside
And they know
The coffeeshop closes
At 1AM.

LOVE IN A COFFEESHOP

They are two hearts
Who found love in the sun
And brought
It inside a coffee shop.
They glance.
They stare.
They smile
Over melting frappuccino.
Their lips move in slow
Motion and their words
Float on air like
Colored balloons
Popping
5 seconds later.
They are birds seated
Behind a glass window
Gazing together
At the cityscape.
Their fragile hearts beat in frenzy
And quiet reservation.
The city
Is dark outside
And they know
The coffeeshop closes
At 1AM.

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16

She chews her food without
Moving her lips
Like eating is such a
Taxing task.
She closes her eyes
And feel the cool
Air breezing through
The moving jeepney
With a look of relief from
The heat, the humidity, the noise.
The lines on her face
Adjusts like tectonic plates
Align into dormancy.
She is in a bubble,
Feeling the moment
- Of calm, of peace
amidst the chaos
Of a city that throbs
Inside her head.
She opens her eyes and gazes
Past the window
Into a faraway place.
She looks tired.
She’s 16 and she’s
Awfully tired.

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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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RAIN

It’s been days.
The earth is damp.
The leaves rejoice
In the swell
Of morning dew
That gently slide
On their hair.
In the coldness
Of dawn
Solitary souls wander
In spaces
Where the sunshine
Hides
Like the roots
Of trees digging
The earth for water.
The treess are happy
On days like these.
People are not.

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BROKEN HEART

It wanders in
Malls for new shoes
And Larsian barbeque
For a feast.
It tugs the feet
To long walks
Along avenues or
To trips from one
Seven-eleven to another
Nighttime hoping
The man on
The television was
Wrong about the weather.
It sighs over cappuccino
Under a moon
That hides half its face
As if it doesnt know
The answers.
It stares at ceilings
Replaying movie scenes
That almost seemed real
Yesterday.
It tires itself for nights
Of wailing
While outside the
Jeepney roars like
The day that has been
Was ordinary.
It wakes up
And finds the sun too bright.
It will take time
For the heart to
Welcome once again
The light behind the curtains.
But it will come.

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INSOMNIA

He closes his eyes
And travels
To random scenes
Yesterday -
The news he read
The horoscope of a
Colleague, the moment
He spoke out his mind
In a meeting, the bananas
He bought at the flea market
And the minute he
Contemplated on
Eminem’s wisdom.
He replays the scenes
Like they could be
Relived and rearranged.
He decides he would
Do the same if he had to
Go through the same
Day.
But the flashbacks
Keep on bouncing on
walls and ceilings
As if telling him
Something’s not right.
He opens his eyes
And knows sleep is failing him.
He feels like looking
For a needle in the vast
Ricefield of his childhood
In his room
That could only contain
A bed, a mirror
And a dusty electric fan
That whirs and whirs
In monotony
Like a soundtrack
Accompanying a fall
To bottomless pit.

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THE BOY ON THE JEEPNEY

A boy walks past
The aisle in a jeepney
And sits at the far end
Where boys his age were
Seated with their huge bags
And colored envelopes
In tow like school is a camp
And they are ready to
Take a test.
The boy awkwardly
Stares at the window
Not minding the busy
Street at rush hour.
I could see his eyeshhhhyy
Glow in a different
Light like it has
Seen so many things
That kids his age haven’t seen.
His oversized white uniform
Has a shade of rust
Like it has been handed down
Five times.
He has no bags or
Notebooks with him.
I realized
He slipped to the end of
The aisle
Because his shirt
Lacked two buttons
That bared his fragile bones.
He keeps his head low now
As if hiding
A face that knows too
Well poverty.
He is an unwilling portrait
Of poverty in a jeepney
That couldn’t boast
Of opulence.
And he didnt like it.

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SUCKERS

We
Are all
Suckers.
We suck happiness
Out of people.
We suck blood
Off someone else’s skin.
We suck hearts
Off its rhythm
Til it beats in a humdrum
And intermittent coughs
Of joy.
We suck
Like we’re life’s whores
Sucking the world off its
Color.
We are the spongebobs
That suck the life
Out of each other.
We suck
But we are also the
Cosmos’s biggest
Suck-ups
And nobody has ever
Told us
We suck.

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THE ROPE

A boy straps
His heart
Inside his chest
With a rope.
His ribcage
He cannot trust.
Like it is a picket
Fence rotting
After years of
Constant blows.

A boy ties his heart
Inside his chest
With a rope.
The muscles and skin
Of his exterior
Appearance seem to
Slip their grip on his
Bones like
They are melting to
The ground
In glacial pace.
His youth is
Leaving Him.

The rope burns.
The heart runs wild
Into the lights of
The circus -
Betting on chances
Spending what little
Feeling it has left
On a game of roulette.

Somewhere
A rope burns.
A heart is set free.
A boy -
Still a boy -
Is heartless.

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