Sagradong Alas-Tres

Hay.
Naiisip na naman kita.
Ang kulay mo
pampagising sa antukin
kong diwa.
Ang iyong amoy -
nakakagigil.

Bawat dampi ng
labi ko sa iyo,
Bawat tikim,
palaging parang
pers taym.

Alas-tres na.
Hindi ako mapakali.
Nais na kitang tikman.
Nakakapangilabot ang
imahe mo.
Hindi ka mawala sa aking isipan.

Bababa na.
Alas-tres na.
"Manang, isang Magnum nga po."

Happy Thought

Well, you see, you are a happy thought. And you have become one without knowing it. You are clueless. And I shall keep it that way.

Shit Happens

There's no such thing as perfect. No matter how hard you try to master a certain something, even if you are so good at it, there will always be flaws. Flaws that are way beyond your control. Flaws that can break you or haunt you.

Here's the thing... sometimes, when you (always) least expect it, shit happens. And most of the time, the only way you can remedy the situation is through that one solution you do not want to even consider. It's a shame. It's a predicament.

Some moments ago, shit happened. It literally did.

I Love You, Maybe

I love you
and hush...
I know, I am doomed.

You don't have to do anything.
Just move.
In or away,
I won't ask you. I don't want to know.

Perhaps, just smile.
Or truthfully, touch my hand.

I love you,
and
maybe
tomorrow I
will miss
loving you.

the F word

Just because I don't talk

doesn't mean I don't care.

You simply need to hear me when I am most silent. You simply need to see through me so you'd understand. 

I hear you. You don't have to repeat yourself. I get your point. I feel you.

I just want to become, I just want to live. Now, give me a chance. He is not worth it.

Just because I don't matter now

doesn't mean I don't exist.

Gusto

I want to
swim in your head,
rise from
your heart....

And leave.

Starbucks v2

Nananahimik ako
nakaupo sa Starbucks
pahigop-higop ng aking
kape, nagmamatyag,
nagpapalipas oras.

Bumukas ang pinto. At
hayan ka, kasama sya.
Nakapaldang plantsado,
maiksi at ang
kanyang blusa- hapit,
nakayakap
sa malusog nyang dibdib.
Ang buhok nya makintab.
Ang muka nakapinta.

Ako, nandito. Basa sa ulan at
natuyo sa lamig ng Starbucks.
Malagkit
ang pakiramdam ng balat.
Yudyod ang kwelyo ng
t-shirt,
ang sneakers ko puno ng
putik at pantalon ko'y butas...
Ang lamig nanunuot na
naman....