Thursday, January 12, 2017

Netflix

Recently I've been discovering hidden gems in Netflix here's my top 10:

1. 10 year plan - story of old friends turned lovers
2. Garden of words - story of new friends (cougar and a teen) turned lovers
3. RuPaul's Drag Race - story of drag queens
4. Shannara Chronicles - story about elves and druids
5. Chef's table
6. TBC

Monday, January 09, 2017

Journal Entry | Inspired by Your Name

Even if I don't understand them, I turn up the volume of the Japanese movie. Yes I read the subtitles, and I can probably just watch the movie without hearing the characters speak, but I thought it won't be the full experience, there is something carried by the voice. 

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Poem 8 | Dead Things

There is no more beauty in dead things and that's why we must bury them.

We must encase them in such beautiful things; in gun shots loud as the collapse of character.

In something hollow like water or air so they may fill an emptiness,

In stars as bright as our fond memories of heroism and regrets.

Most of all we encase dead things into imaginations from which they gain the ability to live in the present and hold us again like they used to.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Poem 6 | Mothers


Fathers die and Mothers fade
into their skins folding
into cracks. The cold thin
lines of their hairs are drawn into
a crown, much like the
fading gray rays of sunset.

We are all drawn unto death
much like the sun,
set to fade into the west,
unwilling like a child's heart
that cracks open upon the might
of approaching death.

And there is no relief
from this kind of despair,
because we must bear pain
in order to move on from life
that fades into the unknown
but possible rebirth.

Poem 5 | For Jomi L RIP

Why is the inevitable
so adept in its coming
like hair loss 
or weight gain
or a toothache
or sometimes,
happiness
and we are so vulnerable to its departure.

Poem 4 | I am the night


You travel through fields
of ripening stars

And I am the night
destroyed by your dawning,

You are a mountain emerging
as you approach your
face closer to mine,

Your perfect slopes
rest at my shoulders and 
without force,
take apart the foundations
of my perceptions

And as you held my hand
inside your car, it was as if,
you were holding my breath
like your own,

And it was, because 
I can only speak for myself,
it was as if I saw the sun
reflected in the sea
for the first time in your eyes.

Sunday, May 01, 2016

Poem 3 | June Drips Modified | Optimized

the blue
that the
sky is
encompasses 
all hearts
and that
summer
the space
between
sand, skies and
eyes
exhaled the
heat of summer,
and the horizon
witnessed
all hearts
fall
into love
and love
cradled many hearts
like how the sky
held the stars
but.
just like, how
courgeously falling stars fall
and how rains unwillingly
brew into a storm
June’s tempest had
turned our romantic
summer sky
into
a pouring
torrential rain
and May, with
a heart utterly drenched,
had to, without regret

Poem 2 | Recurring | Feb 19 | Filipino Poetry

You travel through fields
of ripening stars
And I am the still night
instantly destroyed 
by your beautiful dawning,
You are a mountain emerging
as you approach your
face closer to mine,
Your perfect slopes
rest at my shoulders and
take apart the foundations
of my perceptions
And as you held my hand
inside your car, it was as if,
you were holding my breath
like your own,
And it was,
as if I saw the sun
reflected in the sea
for the first time in your eyes.

Poem 1 | 2 years | 01 MAY

2 years

Our skins collided noisily under the sheets that wrapped our feet together and your foot woke me up today - Randomly I felt like it was a day in the beach

Where I imagined your eyes were set
And as always your arms, afixed to the horizons of my elbows
unhinged me from my restlessness,

And the waves brought ashore the many things we planned to do, from riding hot air balloons to decorating our flat and possibly adopting a cat

But most importantly what that day brought was a strong thought that overcame my doubts and desires

The one thought that arose - reminded myself that I am happy with you
wrapped around me every morning
and that being with you is one of the few things I am really good at.

Happy 2 years mahal.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Poem 0 | Fragmented and Whole | In Progress

These faces I see in my dreams
are familiar and temporary,
Like the ones I see in reality,
in my mind during waking hours,
the far and the dead.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Poem -1 | Further, Dad

Further - not beyond hope,
are gleaming eyes of a child.
Left in this world to fight,
untold troubles and woes.

Beyond his touch and gaze
but closer to his mind
he recalls his father's lore
and seizes starlight.


#happyfathersdaynonoy