threshold

I’ve been wondering, this sleepy eyed doll

glass eyes, hollow soul

what keeps you from crossing

he waits for you without fail

and he tries his best to please

yet your thirst is so much more

than petty affection and games

than furtive glances and impatient caresses

he looks but does not see into your deep waters

he feels refreshed but not woken

he tries but cannot take a leap of faith

into your ending

Goodnight

Unfair rain making its way down from the rooftop unto cracks

seeping in and winding down immaculate tiles

I feel them upon my bare feet,

in the early morning, they are as cold as ice.

The weather is sympathizing with me better than you had earlier:

as tissue paper was carelessly picked up and filled with its demise

of hapless tears; wounded hearts, sheer frustrations of repetition

fruitless I surrender to a nothingness seemingly bleak i lose all color and warmth

the weather couldn’t faze me as i left the room unto the dark.

Already i feel the raindrops pounding heavily

reverberating, synchronizing with my very heavy heart

unresolved

Morning

You smile was interrupted.

Hastily I rouse myself and wipe my eyes

quicksand embedded, puffiness intended

Animation scenes flashback dreadend

I play by play:

You smiling, I hesitating

That was it.

That was everything before seconds ran out

if only there was a way to loop it

unto reality, somehow

Peripheral

Tense shoulders mark your arrival

soft footsteps echo like darts upon my pounding heart

Can you hear the sound of my weary bones

steadily gaining tempo, forming a helpless rhythym

Oh, there you are again.

You don’t even see me, lost and all

and I’m afraid to make myself known

Morninglight (with own pictures)

Remnants of rainy weather have passed and left

a ghost of a morning today.

We seek to make warm with coats and hot liquids

all the while straining for physical heat.

My heart pounds uneasily, heartburn searing, head aching

footsteps dulling in echoes.

You don’t meet my eyes.

Nor walk my ways.

Yet you cross my heart, in more ways than one

you leap in my mind, though you never come.

Untangling my footsteps towards you.

Venial

You are sinful.

Something not to confess.

I fear the slightest whisper, the most subtle admission

could be a giveaway to my intentions

could be matchstick to my already very flammable soul.

It’s not that I’m afraid of getting burned,

hesitant of being consumed, in the end

I’m fearful of being reduced to mere ashes

to what once had been our brightest spark.

Last

Weird dreams

have an iced tea

solution

Self remedy

is to wallow in books

and reminisce the truthful past

Of times come and gone

Sweet like the nectar

Of his lips

Forgotten, relived

Through the S.M.S.

intercourse that is now

You. You were something.

I’m telling you as you

whiff baby cologne and Sprite

In the glare of the lights

We kissed and danced

Serenaded by your phone.

You wear me out.

You wear me out more than from travelling

You can be as exhausting as a pretty face

No matter how much I refuse, no matter how much I crumble

You’re there, pleading innocence like a criminal.

Tiring, this is, scrubbing stubborn stains

You leave on my clothes, on my skin, on my neck

You really don’t understand, no? How much you can annoy

Even the gentlest of birds, the stupidest of people.

I echo these prayers, peals of broken glass

Dribbling, reverberating through thin walls of aging wood

Every time I hope you’ll learn like the prodigal son

Before I shoot you in the chest with my dry sarcasm.

Move

Late night bath of removing stains and laments

from this broken down body of mine

warm ebbs trail down on my skin

leaving me new

free for the taking once more

I am left with an empty feeling

and with a dripping mind.

Cinema love

Show’s over for today

Our encounter on a fleeting trailer

So much premise, so much to tell in less

less than a minute, less than a feature film

Coming soon with bated breath

Awaiting reviews and bashed by critics I’ve yet to meet

Why this painful realization

I’m not your muse

Imaginations

We’ll be having fun together

doing all sorts of things

:))

AYun

Fantasy

You make a graceful entry in my head

Nice and easy you disrupt my moments

without a care, without hesitation you tease me of impossible scenarios

You tell me the sweetest things

You are my lover, you are my soul

Most of all you are mine

Inanimate conversations, whispers of secret desires

I am barenaked and ready, despondent over smoke

that try as I might I can never really grasp

Breathe in heavily and I choke

I sing and you only hear creaking

Compared to your princess I am mere dust.

Yet it is in these ribbons made up of pale breeze

my intention still stands

forgotten yet repeated over

and over

and over again

- Wow emo is da shit.

I am procrastinating a ton of plates :((

I whisper your name again and again,

A mantra, a spell, a belief

I could choose to light candles, burn herbs and powders

Yet my heart has its own beat.

When the wind blows through these white curtains

I strain and try to touch their wisps

they carry you from far away

I feel them on my fingertips.

I am breathless to your power, helpless to your magic

You keep me hanging idly on

You do not know I exist, you don’t know I’m dancing by the sidelines

staring into puddles and mist

and I’m simply laughing to the breeze

You’re like a plastic balloon

being sold on the streets of this country;

cheap

fragile

plastic fun

but in the end

useless.

Stuck at home ><

Had a fight with a poet

And I think it was a losing battle :)) Topic ba naman Auto-Tune. Pffssss oh well. (First ever talk with a real writer, and he had to bash my status huhuhuhu :(   )