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Tide
I make my way
towards the comfort
of familiarity —
carefully treading
an unknown territory;
no map, no clues,
only names we hid
at the back of our minds.
I never learned to swim,
yet I found myself
feeling light, floating even
amidst your deep green waters.
You are the brief plunge
I needed. The calm flow
after the tide and tension.
For K.
Written last April 2018 for Comm 3 blind date activity
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(B)urn
I. I flew towards everything light shining you Passion Reason igniting a fire in me I never had before Too much heat burns. II. I flew away from light shining you Brightness dimming Flames flickering Slowly dying Tell me, Is there an alternative? III. I flew flew flew flew away from you away from myself Losing all sight Ashes are traces of what was left (behind) There is comfort in darkness.… -
Deep Rest
I. Envelop me in darkness. Leave me under the nightsky as you hum the song of yesteryears. Death is courting me, kissing every corner and crevice of my body. Light is dying out, and so am I. II. I have been living (in the dark) for too long. I want to break- free from the cocoon of loneliness III. The world’s in technicolor, and so am I, finally. Written and published last September 2017 for UP… -
Red
Red is the color of, among other things, love: Tied with ribbons, flowers, and chocolates given out on Valentines. Sometimes, it is lust: Skin to Skin, Tongue to Breast, You inside Me, Fingers intertwined. It is also the color coming out from lips forcibly ripped by uninvited guests. So when I said paint me in red I didn’t mean taint me Written and publish last March 2017 in UP Lingua Franca… -
A Confession
Mea culpa, mea culpa, Mea maxima culpa. From dust you form man And from his side you made woman. You created Adam and Eve To be stewards of the Earth, To go forth and multiply. We became Cain and Abel Killing our brothers like animals butchered for feasts Blood was made water. Our brothers ripped bullets not rice. We demanded our rights But the price was our life Aren’t these our brothers Who… -
Ganito tayo nagkakilala
I. Nagkulang ang mga Bituin sa langit noong gabing naisipan kong tumakbo sa Acad Oval. Nagpatihulog ang isa, sa Amphitheater nagbabasa, naghihintay. Minsang naging akin ang munting Bituin. Saklay ang kanyang iindap-indap na apoy, sa mga gabing binalot ng dilim; isang matamis na pagniniig ng buhay. Nilalampasan ko ang mga aninong nakakasalubong, at kakaway lamang sa mga dahong sumasayaw. At ikaw… -
“If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.” — Nikita Gill (via onlinecounsellingcollege)(via nolongerbulletproof)
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“I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.” — Jeanette Winterson, Why I adore the night (via stability)(via psych-facts)
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Dear @i-mikka-ann,
No words can express how much love we feel for each other, and it’s okay. Words are too fallible for us to rely on it. Our story played out on poems - reading between the lines, searching every possible meaning we could draw from such short paragraphs.
Love, when words fail, let the softness of my lips brush your skin. Let my embrace be your refuge. Let my fingers ran through your hair, to every fiber of your being. Dive in my eyes and bathe in my gaze that memorized every detail - line and curve, corner and crevice of your being.
I will never tire of falling for you over and over again. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
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