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. |
Just another creative boy, trying to write about games, poems, screenplays, and Magic: The gathering stuff.
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Poem 6 | Mothers
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.
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
that the
sky is
encompasses
all hearts
all hearts
and that
summer
summer
the space
between
sand, skies and
eyes
between
sand, skies and
eyes
exhaled the
heat of summer,
and the horizon
witnessed
heat of summer,
and the horizon
witnessed
all hearts
fall
fall
into love
and love
cradled many hearts
like how the sky
held the stars
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
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
turned our romantic
summer sky
into
a pouring
torrential rain
and May, with
a heart utterly drenched,
had to, without regret
a heart utterly drenched,
had to, without regret
Poem 2 | Recurring | Feb 19 | Filipino Poetry
You travel through fields
of ripening stars
of ripening stars
And I am the still night
instantly destroyed
by your beautiful dawning,
instantly destroyed
by your beautiful dawning,
You are a mountain emerging
as you approach your
face closer to mine,
as you approach your
face closer to mine,
Your perfect slopes
rest at my shoulders and
take apart the foundations
of my perceptions
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,
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.
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.
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.
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