we were young like the night on a wednesday i was wild like Friday who begged you to stay but you drive around so carelessly you bump things up crossed the line and hit a passerby like me.
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WHAT WAS IT?
Sixth grade and almost parting I was sure that I gave you something Was it a picture and in a frame Was it signed and written with my name Was it in a wallet or was it in a pocket Was it in a circle or heart-shaped locket Was it a belt or was it a letter Was there a message, was there a number I can barely recall and hardly think of Memories of the past seem to be in a loop But there was one thing I surely gave you A place in this heart, a young love but true.#
BLUE JEANS
Sixth grade. happy when were eleven. You tie your shoelace as I ran after you. We'd go to school as early as seven Those were the days when I met you.
We parted ways after graduation You left me a note inside a book Never then saw you for so many seasons But you always get me with just a look.
Our eyes crossed, you were in blue I remembered how much I adored you The lights flashed, my heart beats fast And I hope that you feel it too. You were in blue.
You still got my picture in your wallet I lost all of the things you've given me But not that necklace with a heart-shaped locket And now it's so clear to see.
I still like you after graduation Keeping the note inside the book I once saw you on that single occasion You got me again with that one look.
Our eyes crossed, you were in blue I remembered how much I adored you The lights flashed, my heart beats fast And I hope you feel it too.
But I know that was young love never to be bothered with.
But do you know your name still echoes here inside my head?
Our paths crossed, your jeans were blue Do you remember how much I adored you The lights flashed, my heart beats fast And I pray that yours did too.
Our eyes crossed, the skies were blue I think of that shoelace when I ran after you Memories flashed and time went fast And I hope you liked me too. Your jeans were blue.
Sixth grade, happy when were eleven.#
DOOR
I walked through the door
Saw a bouquet of flowers
Candles lit on the floor
Talked and laughed for hours.
The air was cold that night
On the couch with you felt home
You hugged me so tight
Now I never felt so alone.
In you I let go of my scarf
You alone gave me warmth
The name is carved in my heart
Never felt better in your arms.
What a memory it has been
As I hear our song on the radio
Now I just wanted to be healed
But I still hear my feelings echo.
I wish I could go back there
And replay it just like then
But I don’t want to live in fear
Knowing it’ll never work again.
I left my scarf in your drawer
Please know I was always yours
I kept the petals of the flowers
In tears as I walked out the door.#
March 2013
In cool sun rays we played
Ran on the rocks of rivers
Swam in it and shivered
And went back to class late.
On lunch time we would stay
You taught me play chess after
Even shared food and laughter
Without missing a single day.
Teammates in the game of chase
Then you were caught by our foes
I intend to be reckless on my toes
So I’d hold your hand in a pace.
You’re a pretty boy loved by all
I was a petty girl in a flipped hat
So easily delighted by your tap
Yet I was slowly learning to fall.
Six years ago we sparkled bright
We fell and eventually fell apart
But memories still in the heart
Six years after, still warm as light.
Parted when we’re twelve and keen
and then met different names
But now I can still feel the flame
From that of March twenty-thirteen.#
LEAVES
One leaf on the first day
Fell with the words I wrote
I waved at you by the bay
But you sailed away like a boat.
Second leaf fell on the ground
Came the love letters unsent
And you’re nowhere to be found
Alone and away so I went.
For the third time a leaf fell
Poems born within minutes
And so I had no one to tell
A case hidden and you’re in it.
The leaves went with the wind
Traveled far and lost in time
Gone like you without a hint
For once I thought was mine.#
neverland.
Out of my tactics you turned around on me
You’re not done watching from the right side
But you shared to me a glance on a weep
I, on the left, only to leave you behind.
I was a toy of once a Neverland lost boy
Only to find out he had me be the lost one
In the corner as I mourn to fanciness and joy
You too were a victim of a bullet from a shotgun.
I was wicked waging wars with no worry
Daydreaming of nightmares for the players
Yet I played you and was never even sorry
In my hands I built my own nightmare.
I forgot you were a victim of pain from infatuation
I who held anguish like a baseball hit you
You bat the ball back and mirrored my reasons
In horror I faced darkness with bruise in scarlet hue.#
Service Siblings
When did we even start to bond?
Cause we were just working
When did we had what we had?
We just clicked and there went everything.
We cleaned the school like janitors
We stood by the gate like guards
Went to buildings with no elevators
Yet played overnight with cards.
We organized on-the-spot events
Did physical arrangements like pro
Rushed like Quicksilver to meet ends
And served to each friend and foe.
Stones and rocks were thrown at us
Instead of walls, we built bridges
We were never blinded by dusts
Yet filled each other’s weaknessess.
Fatigue is not in our vocabulary
As long as we do everything together
We may pause, breathe, rest or hurry
But will never give up, no matter.
With little rewards we were jubilant
Walks on the boulevard, and sunflowers
Sit on the ground in front of the convent
Eat, talk and laugh for hours.
Spend late afternoons at Kuya TJ
Enjoy cheap batchoy and a-la-carte
Long as no one leaves, all stays
Drinking free water was the best part.
Ailyn, Reji, Jacky, Jay, Teode and Vernard
Form the best team when put together
Their laughter is the best of all arts
They are the six original real-life Avengers.#
I Am Not You Nor Your Past
I can think, I have mind
Do not compare me to your past
I am different, one of a kind
And my kindness will never last.
Your past does not define me
Your doings will not be mine
Never look at me like I’m the same picture
That you’ve painted from time to time.
I am not you and never will
Tear the picture or I’ll be gone
I will never feel what you feel
Cause I wont do what you have done.#
I am Happy For You
Your arms around her waist
The curves on your faces
Such flowers in bouquets
Chocolates in boxes
In the table with suits
And the sweet melodies
With blood in the glasses
That tastes like the cherries
You both look jubilant
Burning each other’s heat
Both living the tick-tocks
Lying on the same sheets.
Thank you for the gifts
And so as for the time
Knew I ain’t deserving
For me to call you mine
Please let me just say this
I have loved you so true
But with what you have now
I am happy for you.#
