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Wings

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A view from Mt. Batulao

So they asked me why I did fall in love with you. I told them about my wonderland, and that moment when I first tried to fly and realized that I don’t have wings. You were there to catch me. You were there to tell me that I don’t need those wings. And I believed you. 

But why does it feel like flying whenever I’m with you? Or why do I know that it’s flying?

 

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The One With A Bookmark

I need the coldness of the night to keep you warm,
to remind you that the most beautiful things
are those found in the middle of the night—
when darkness savors light.
 
I need a bookmark so you can always find me
wherever you left me—on the days that your mind
lost the memory of us, on the nights
when the light bulb stopped working.
 
I am the only book standing on your shelf,
and you are the words inside of me.
Lucid and lovely, the words that make up
the story, yet it’s not a love story.
 
Instead, you have your favorite book sitting
on the bedstand. The one with a title—
etched on its hardbark cover. The one with verses
you even memorized. The one with a bookmark.
 
I never envy that book but the story it breathes,
like how you share a pancake and tea on a sunlit morning,
the grinning of people when they see lovebirds kissing—
that familiar smile my face had long forgotten.

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a face of silence

silence is when you
hear the wind whispers
leaves rustling
laughter from afar
you are alone
missing someone
from the opposite side
of the history
love and tragedy
you are a battery
that nobody needs now
because a battery
that is stale and over used
is still a battery
you lived with flattery
he used to tell you that
you were the most beautiful
person he’d ever met
and that his love for you is forever
of course you believed him
and you’re only left with a fever
you don’t deserve
silence kills
the music lost its beat
noise is a friend now
the horns and growls
and from the street
you look at people
at strangers
as if you used
to love them
with teary eyes
a pale face
because you only see
one face.

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When Breaking Up Means Building The Opaque Wall

The flickering lights on the pavement
The wall narrowing the sidewalks
The springy vines creeping over the wall
The pedestrians waiting for the cab
I do not see them all.

The yelling buses ruling the highway
The song of 90s being played on the bus
The cries of passengers shoving and whining
The song inside the bus that never stops
I do not hear them all.

His touch, the stern of his grip
The tickle the tip of his finger can bring
The softness of his lips gently brushing mine
His whirring breath that made me feel alive
I could still feel them. All of it.

He is the ghost inside my head
I am his faint shadow, weaker than a withered grass.
If love is just another photograph on an album
Of sad and enduring memories
I’d rather burn it; but love is not.

Love is pensive. One day you’ll wake up
Seeing him the happiest person on earth
The big smile on his face will alienate you
From the window, you will want to touch him
But all you have is the plate glass between you.

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The Nightmare

I had a dream last night,
It was you and me together.
You held me tight and you
never kept me out of sight.
And then I saw the light.
I had to wake up chasing
your shadow; your radiant
smile that wasn’t for me
cut me slowly
like a dull knife
which kept me bleeding.

I felt the heaven’s crying.

I had my yellow umbrella
And then she came
soaked by the rain.
You loved the rain.
I hated my umbrella,
I hated the rain,
I hated her, I hated you.
Sometimes, hating is
easier than loving.

(for bng)

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when i cannot have you back

let the rain fall
for my weeping
to stay covert.
or take me under the sea
so you will not see
the tears, slipping
through my eyes,
the grimace
that floods my face,
the love i should
never feel for you.
now drown me.
you must be enjoying it.
do you still hear
your name?
you must not
stop until
you hear no beats.

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