Monday, October 29, 2007

Walking a mile for Tiger

Home alone and starving was how Tiger lived when i left for work one day. Not that I didn't feed him, actually he had the usual cat food waiting for him. But he'd rather stare at the window than eat what was on his bowl.

It was November when Tiger was no longer playful and jumpy.

When December came, he decided it was time to go around the neighborhood. Tiger would go home if he wanted to, but at times he had his dates. Most nights, i would find myself looking for him.

Then, he stopped coming home. I waited. And waited. And still waiting.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

i miss home

where is home?
home is...
in dampas, tagbilaran city
in pamilacan island, baclayon
in baybayon, mabini
in el nido, palawan
in luisiana, laguna
in sikatuna village, quezon city
in north susana, diliman.
home is me.

Friday, August 31, 2007

malalim

ang balon
ang dagat
ang pagmamahal

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

pamamaalam

paalam sa notebook ko, isang pahina na lang ang natira
paalam sa ballpen ko, 2 buwan ko pa lang ginagamit ay bumigay na
paalam sa paboritong kong t-shirt, nawala sa laundry shop
paalam sa isang palabas sa sinehan, hindi ko man lang nakita
paalam sa tindera ng bubble gum sa tapat ng philcoa
paalam sa dagat, puno na ng basura
paalam sa isaw sa may up, mas masarap pa rin kay nang mary's

paalam sa huling anim na piso na pamasahe ko sa padyak.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

wounds

tonight
she sits by the window
praying the dreams
don’t haunt her once more.

memories
of endless nights
looking through the window
waiting for him.

now she sits by the window,
a girl with a woman’s eyes
and a daughter’s empty stare
towards the sky.

yearning for closure,
praying for him.

...published

wordless

dead calm…
night’s silence rekindles,
redefines
the beauty of life

and slowly changes
his fear
into something more special,
unknown.

...published

the virgin

she stared
at the wallet in front of her.
it wasn’t there an hour ago.

straining, she looked the other way.
scuffled to leave the snoring figure
of the stranger beside her.

but she remembered him
the man she had known well enough
to love, to hate, and wish to die.

because once, a daughter
had found herself stripped
learning the order of fake sleep.

but now,
ten years of confused reverence past,
he needed her.

then, she looked again.


...published

socials

crumpled, papers,
gorgeous, girls,
sunset, stories,
all, came.

party, people,
pretty, something,
lifeless, being,
all, came.

people, taken,
smoke, booze,
sun, rises,
all came.


...published

remembering

bereft.
alone in a forgotten place,
forsaken by the beast
she adores.

body aching,
limbs weakened,
her face -- of tears and blood,
she smiles.


...published

silence

pen and paper,
a quiet evening,
you…

a distant dream.

a kiss,
a smile,
a hug,

an anxious grip…

a stare,
a tear,
and me.

alone.


...published

doubts

uncertain of life
he chooses to live
within the walls of failure.

mocked for the obscure predilections
he lives for none
but his search for the Truth

of that Somebody supposedly greater
than All, than himself.
a perfect being, maybe.

so that if he could catch
but a glimpse of that Truth
then he can breathe one’s last.

... published

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Keeping Peace

Everytime I write a phrase, something that I have thought for in a rush, it ends up being deleted. Come to think of it, I have been editing much of what I say in public or what I write on paper. Did I grow up deleting some phases in my growing up years? Maybe. There are few events in my life which I would rather forget than remember it all over again. Painful memories that I have kept within me, only sharing it to my dearest bestfriends.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

dive

i am sad.

sad at the thought of failing again.

i want to write
i want to cry
i want to fly

dive.

Monday, January 22, 2007

angels and miracles

everyday, i meet angels.
be it in any form.
i love life.