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FENCES

I woke up one day
And the cage wasn’t there.
I was free.
The shadows have gone
The sky, cloudless
The hurt, easing its way
Out of my heart like a pinch.
I am free.
So i thought.
But I am not.
I can’t let nobody in.
The locks turn at the
Approach of anyone.
I see the unworthy.
I feel unworthy.
It would seem that
I have built myself
A fence too high.
It’s not freedom.
To be over that fence is.

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LIARS

He said one day
He liked (her)him.
And (s)he casually said
(S)He liked him too.
The words were true
And sweet because the truth
Is sweet to the tongue.
To say. To taste.
They sailed naked through the
Waves on their sheets
Under the silver moon
Guiding their voyage
Til the sun peeps
From the hills of their pillows
And greet them good morning.

Today.
They look back together
As the timelines
On their facebook pages
Roll the events in between.
The words they said
They vividly remember.
They must be true
Because they believed them.
And truths are as good as lies
If no one believed them.
But those words really,
No matter what they choose
To believe
Were only true under
The sheets.

They lied.
They were liars.
And only a liar and a liar
Could only weave lies
Like truths.

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STILL

They sit on the grass
In silence.
Two hearts talking
Because their lips fail
And the all the words
Have been said.

They sit in silence.
Shoulders touching.
Facing the east
Like it’s the direction
They are moving
Together.

They sit still like
Two birds on a branch
Of a leafless tree
Watching the light of sun
Trace the edges of
The shifting clouds
Like the heavens are weaving
Them the tapestry
Of their days beyond.

The sun peeks.
In that fleeting stillness
Of their presence,
I could hear the music
They cannot contain
While their hearts waltz
Like they have found
Forever in the stillness
Of morning.

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CITY OF LONELY (Never Easy)

It’s never easy.
To cover yourself
Under your sheets
In mornings of deafening
Silence -
In a house that is not
A home.
In a bed that gives you
Strange dreams
Inside a box of walls and ceilings
That stare back blankly
In apathy,
Stoic of the rollercoaster
That runs all day in
The circus in your head.
And you imagine
They listened but
They were never really
A friend from the beginning.
This city that shines
At night may have
Embraced you but
In sudden stops in your
Jeepney rides,
It drowns you
In her bosom until
You gasp for air.
For a hand
For another soul
For another body
For love.
Or its substitue.
Everything there is around you,
They taunt you.
Like a new
Face in the neighborhood,
They still mock you.
The familiarity fades and
Comes in tides.

It’s never easy.
Even after all these years.

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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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