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Broken Hearts

You’d surprised me
with your heartbreak poems.
I felt the pain in every
shouting words
you strung
so tightly
for they can’t breathe.
Perhaps, it’s killing them.
But they made me feel alive
inside.
I dreamt of seeing you again
at your favorite coffee shop
and you would start gazing at me.
I’ll put down the book I’m reading.
You’ll probably order me a cup of coffee
that would sit on our table for hours—
because it’ll enjoy our sad stories.
We’ll talk about your mushy poems.
I’ll listen very carefully
like I really care about your heartache.
You can cry on my shoulder
and I’ll remember those forlorn days
when I cried for you.
I’ll probably ask you
why did you let her break your heart
when there is someone
right beside you
who’d always wanted
to take good care of it.
But that cup of coffee is not real.
Even the coffee shop doesn’t exist
like your love for me.

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For My October and Forever

This morning of September
When I woke up
I felt the crisp of the wind
Touching my toes and my face
For they are naked
And they longed to be touched
I don’t know where you’ve been
Last night
Or how many necks you’d tickled
With your rough-hewn stubble
With your soft lies
I had let you entered the walls
Of my room
Just because you always knew
You’re invited
To disrobe my innocence
To let me feel the world
In your selfish point of view
And when I threw my blanket 

On the floor
Which of course
You would never notice
I was ready to see the world
I was ready to fly with you
Then suddenly you fumbled
toward the window
Without me
It felt colder
As rapid as the breeze
In a stormy morn
I fell in love
And you fell out of love
That easy
I gave my everything to you
That easy
And it felt like some parts of me
Are missing
As if you would carry them with you
But I couldn’t follow you
Because you left me with nothing on
You left me waiting
And waiting
and waiting
It felt like forever
Waiting
For that someone
Who’ll dress me up
Before showing me the world
But I’ll still be waiting.

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Half-Truth

You might want to drown me
But I will not die
Like a blossoming moss in your aquarium
I am immortalized
In every pages of your fast-
Flipping world
And twisted mind
I am written
And for centuries and days
That died
You had searched for me
In every human form
To watch me crawl
To scoff at me
Or to curse me
For being different
For falling in love
For being myself
You do not understand
How hard it is to live
Deep down the abyss
When you’re always hiding
When you don’t know
Where you belong to
You want my tears
To shroud your fears
Please watch the tides dance tonight
You might not see
The dribs in every crest
But you’ll know that
These are my tears
Who revel in their freedom
Because at least
The ocean accepts them.

(unedited)

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The Stare

 

A view from BenCab Museum, Baguio City

 
When you look at me
I don’t want you to see
how black my eyeballs are
or how many pores
I have on my cheeks.
I want you to see a virescent field
blooming with yellow flowers
under the cerulean sky
where kids can romp around
even when the rain
enjoys pouring.
I want you to see a house
built on that meadow
with a wooden deck
where you can read poetry
while true sparrows can have
their nests on the roof.
And when you look at me deeper
and deeper
I want you to see me
inside that house
while I’m in the room
staring back at you.

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friday

on a fiery friday
a cold room
a cold heart

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A Wanderer

Waking up at Mt. Pico De Loro

Waking up at Mt. Pico De Loro

Maybe by tomorrow morning,
I would have forgotten about you;
How you live in my poems
And how I lost in my words.

Maybe by this midnight, I would
Have stopped dreaming about you.
So whenever I gaze at the night sky
I’ll see the moon and not your face.

Maybe later tonight when
I finish this poem and decide
To lie in my meadow, I would have
Remembered how to go home.

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Someone Will Come

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Sunset at the Ranger Station, Mt. Pulag, Benguet

In the city of fireflies
I would not be afraid to lose
My lamplight or my wings
Because I know that
Someone will come
To find me
Even in my darkest day
And ugliest moment
Someone will come
To show me
That lovely, sweeping paradise
The undulating drifts of sakura
While rivers sing their ballad
Someone will come
To make me feel
Like I’m one of the stratus
Clouds floating freely
In the vast sky
Someone will come
Just before I cut my wings
And throw my lamplight—
This is how I want to fall in love.

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