Fin

I've already forgotten why I chose this title for this poem. I guess this is the ultimate form of the saying that once a work is finished it no longer becomes the writer's own.

Thursday, 8th September 2005

Fin

Endless infinity
Glowing like a fervent flame burning out
A pale orange orifice upon the dark expanse
A trace of day piercing the night

Sink into the darkness
Vanish, Luna, from my sight
Inducer of insomnia
give me repose!

Endless infinity
The darkness made violet by your light
No glitter upon the sea above me
Eaten by your vicious glow

Sink into the sea
Let it shimmer
Once again for me
Give me repose!

Endless infinity
The madness, it chases me
The tack-tacking and garb-garbling
running through my ears

Sink into the silence
Memories of madness
Of daylight
Of noise
Give me repose!

Endless infinity
Spinning, circling, orbing
My eyes follow outlines
silhouettes and flashes

Sink into abyss
Let me rest in darkness
Let me see no light
Let me see no shadows
Let me sleep at night

Give me repose...

Untitled

It's a three line poem similar to the previous post. I don't know which is better but I know both are a bit juvenile.

Thursday, 4th August 2005

tumitibok ang isip
dumadaloy
dugo't lason

And because I feel so bad with just one three liner, I'll post two three liners today. Yey me! This time it's a haiku and it's in English.

Monday, 29th August 2005

Butterflies

Youthful butterflies
flutter fickly past flowers
chasing through the fields

Empty

Tuesday, 21st June 2005

Empty

Pour within me that which I lack
Let it flow profusely
upon my cup
and through my veins

Intoxicated
over-gayed
for but a moment's span

Quenching my desires
Only to find
that I shall never have
a final glass

Ginaw

Monday, 23rd May 2005

Ginaw

Naaalala ko ang jaket ko
at iihip ang ginaw.
Nasaan ang yakap mo,
ang init mong bigay?

O natatanging jaket ko -
na nanggaling pa sa Baguio -
kapag wala sa piling
oh how cold the feeling

At ang kyut na disenyo:
inagaw ang tingin ko.
Nang una kong makita,
inilabas ko aking pera.

Ngunit ikaw ay iniwan
sa pangingibang-bayan.
At sa aking paguwi,
ika'y susuutin muli.

At laking gulat na lamang
sa aking pagbabalik-bayan
nang aking nalaman:
ika'y hindi pala sakin

Naaalala ko ang jaket ko,
at iihip ang ginaw.
Nasaan ang yakap mo,
ang init mong bigay?

Untitled

Wednesday, 4th May 2005

Listening without earphones on,
the music has not gone.
It plays,
can't you hear it?
It plays loudly,
can't you feel it?
It plays so lively,
can't you see it?
It's here.
It's there.
Listen!
Life is singing,
can't you hear?

Bracelet

I like this poem. It reminds me of a very good friend - he'll be gone come Aug/July. Boo to the fact that post-graduate studies are best obtained abroad!

Saturday, 23rd April 2005

Bracelet

bracelets are like friendships - you showed me this.

as long as the beads hold tight

it is infinite

a never ending circle

-you gave me a bracelet didn't you?
and it is a token of our love-hate-love relationship
remember?

the beads could crack

crumble and crush

but as long as the links hold on

it doesn't matter

...well it seems i broke mine.
a cruel foreshadowing of fate perhaps?

just tell me this: can bracelets be fixed?

Midnight Memory

This poem was written immediately after the fact - or rather, after the event. It's not as refined as the other poem I wrote about the same set of events. It's a narration of both events and the feelings that were elicited that night: it was our graduation ball. Okay, so maybe it's less a narration of events than it is a narration of feelings. It as an altogether odd night with all its interesting experiences.

Saturday, 2nd April 2005

Midnight Memory

It's still fresh in my mind: the picture of your eyes
And their beauty overshadowed by your loneliness
Veiled by your tears
Swollen from the pain
And I feel so responsible
As if I'd let you down
As if I could have prevented everything
And it pains me so that I have pained you
You are a friend
Maybe even more than that...
But I have made a mistake
And all I can say is I'm sorry
And I truly am

Awts

This is quite an odd poem - if i can even call it that. Hmmm, it's more a free-write than anything else. A trail of thought kind of thing. It's not really that great but I think it serves as a good reminded for me: especially these past few days.

Sunday, 20th March 2005

Awts!

When I look
I see you
When I listen
I hear you

Hoy adik gumising ka nga!
Ba't di mo makitang wala kang mapapala?!
Ba't di mo makita ang buhay mong pabaya?
Laging nalulungkot, laging nakatunganga.

I remember each day
...
I think about each moment
...

Hoy gago -
hindi naman kayo!
Hoy ungas -
kalimutan ang nakalipas!

Kalabuan ang buhay
Kalinawan ang mamatay
Itapon ang sarili sa kalinawan
Magpalamon ka na sa kawalan

Perfect Day

Friday, 18th February 2005

Perfect Day

Gray and glum skies
Haunting thunder cries
Heaven's teardrops falling
The world in desolation - stagnating

My hands were dripping wet
Twas perfect: the plan I had set
Now my body is soiled
and my rage is at peace

I return to my corner
Where shadows can't enter
There, I hide once more -
innocent of the gore

But bloodied fists are hard to hide
when they're wiping tears you cried

Her disfigured face haunts me
but my dreams are of her beauty
Voice that calms my soul
Scream that makes me lose control

I always remember my perfect day
There in that moment I wish I could stay

I spoke
She screamed
I touched
She slapped
I dreamed
She wept
All over her i crept

I am timid, reserved,
uncared for, but known -
her love i deserved
And so desire had grown

threshold
madness
uncontrolled
unconsciousness

Thursday, 30th December 2004

Monday

I'm sitting here this lonely night
Yesterweeks pass by me
I remember days before our break
They make me long for Monday morning

Heaven

Friday, 7th May 2004

Heaven

He stood atop a ledge
taking his last breath
looking down from the edge
and in an instant... death

From a nightmare he had been
The hell he had seen
It made him alert
It made him aware

He opened his eyes
Waking from unending sleep
He was up in the night sky
and looked upon the horizon deep

Surrounded by the empty dark
he was alone; starlight as company
Still silence; no murmur nor bark
He had so many questions, but no one to query

What he didn't see
What he failed to notice
Is the fact that the light around him was his...

An untitled poem

To celebrate the birth of this blog here's a poem I wrote a long time ago. It's the oldest one in my collection. I've written several poems before this one but I lost all of them.

Monday, 3rd of May 2004

I'm here silent
Muted by your absence
Quiet... with my thoughts
I see straight without you in my life
Everything is clear without your chaos
But my mind is driven mad
My life has found its solitude
My mind has found its turmoil
Your void filled with my success
But within me I'm still empty
Everything I have is because I'm doomed
Because I'm lonely
I've busied myself to forget
To cover up old scars
And even my new wounds
The healing is skin-deep.

The Ws of this blog.

Who: I'm a person who likes writing. I'm not a prolific writer but I do try to write as much as I can - which isn't a lot. Mostly I write poems because they're the only form of literature that suits my very short attention span and work ethic. I am, however, trying to write short stories of late. I do wish i find enough concentration, creativity, and will power to finish them. Oh - I'm Filipino by the way.

What: This is actually my second blog. I made this blog as a storehouse of all my literary works - i'm using the word loosely here. So all you'll find on this blog are my literary brain children. Oh - since I'm Filipino, some of the poems are in Tagalog.

Why: First I tried keeping hard copies of my poems - my family moved while i was studying abroad and now they've all mysteriously disappeared. Then I tried keeping them in my laptops - both crashed by the way. This is why I'm very thankful that I posted some poems on my other blog so I was able to recover most of them; that doesn't mean I didn't lose a lot. For that reason I decided to make this blog. This way I have a place where I can find all my poems (and hopefully stories too in the future) without having to sift through the daily dramas of my life.

When: Well this is mostly for myself. You(referring to myself) began this blog on the 16th of February 2010. Though the first entry, as you can see, is dated the 17th.