florianne

not so hidden page

[sydneylla]

the waves of sadness

can be felt by the weight of the words

can be heard by the hymn of the songs

can be smelled by the spray of your old perfume

and how lucky I am because alongside of it is

the waves of memories

[mournfulroses]

John Yau, from "Borrowed Love Poems," featured in Boston Review (edited)

[sydneylla]

It took almost 7 months for me to hear it.

[weltenwellen]

Ada Limón, “To Be Made Whole”, On Being with Krista Tippett

[sydneylla]

Pangako ko sa sariling sisikaping tuparin ang lahat

traydurin man ako ng mundo at baliktarin ang aklat

hindi ko ipagkakait sa iyo ang nararapat

Alam kong pinanghawakan mo ang mga salita

na minsan kong binitawan, ngunit wag mag alala

hindi ko nakakalimutan, hindi mabubura

ano man ang ipinangako ay gagawin

kahit hindi ka na kapiling, alam kong mararamdaman mo pa rin.

[sydneylla]

At kung ako man ay susulat sa huling pagkakataon

Masabi ko sanang ako'y lubos na nagpapasalamat

Sa ilang beses kang nakasama at nayakap

Sa mga tawanan at pag iyak

Sa pagsabay sa aking maglakad, sa paghatid sa akin sa sakayan

Malaman mo sanang lahat yun ay itatago ko at iingatan

Hindi man ngayon, bukas o sa susunod na habang buhay

Walang makakakuha ng mga alaala

Sa maikli nating pinagsamahan

[sydneylla]

It is the betrayal

the strange actions

and the silence that keeps me hurting

but i guarantee you

there is no love anymore

at least nothing for you

[sydneylla]

Ala una.

Tanghaling tapat.

May kaunti pang naititira.

Gustong ibuhos lahat, tanggalin lahat ng latak.

Lason na ata, nakapanghihina.

Biglaan lang, malumbay mong mata gusto kong makita.

Hagkan ang balikat, humagulgol na para bang walang bukas.

Magsumbong, mag kwento, marinig ang boses mo.

Pero, may pero.

Hindi, bagkus hindi pwede.

Malayo at malabo.

Mahirap, ngunit magsisikap.

Hindi ka guguluhin, hindi sasabihin.

Iintindihin, at kikimkimin.

Matututunan ring sarilihin, pait, sakit, at damdamin.

Di na aamin, sa hindi naman naging akin.

[sydneylla]

Sana maalala

Sana kapag naramdaman mong hindi mo na kayang umiyak

Maalala mong nandito ako para bigyan ka ng isang yakap

Sana kapag naliligaw ka sa lugar na di mo alam ang daan

Maalala mong tawagin ang aking pangalan

Sana kapag napapagod ka na

Maalala mong palaging magpahinga

Sana kapag napupuno ka na sa lahat

Maalala mong pwede kang sumulat

Sana kapag ikaw naman yung masaya

Maalala mong minsan ako ang iyong kasama

Sana kapag naabot mo na ang iyong mga pangarap

Maalala mong hiniling mong ako pa rin sana ang nasa hinaharap

[sydneylla]

"huwag kang mapagod"

"pagod na pagod na ako"

[sydneylla]

hindi ko na kailangan pang malaman na may pagkukusa ka,

mas nauna ko nang narinig ang pag tanggi mo noon.

[sydneylla]

"How come you don't hate that person?"

"I still include that person in my prayers"

[resqectable]

“I can do nothing for you but work on myself. You can do nothing for me but work on yourself.”

— Ram Dass

[sydneylla]

sakit naman ng tula mo

mas masakit ka

[sydneylla]

In the spotlight, her tale unfurls, a delight,

Eager ears embrace her story, glowing bright.

But beneath the surface, buried deep in time,

Lies my truth, while I bury mine.

While she shines, I hold my narrative tight,

Alone with my secrets in the silent night.

For only I know the depths of my lore,

An allegory hidden at my core.

In the dance of words, her voice rings clear,

Yet within me, my tale whispers near.

For each heart carries its own silent story,

A truth unspoken, shrouded in mystery.

So let her revel in the limelight's glow,

While I cherish my tale, known to me alone.

For in the quiet, I find solace and grace,

With my side of the story, my silent embrace.

[sydneylla]

can I get a minute where I won't be able to think about it?

it seems like there's always an allotted time for that thought

every day, every hour, every damn minute

it's like I'm being haunted

and it's exhausting

i just feel like it's so unfair

that I'm the only one like this

if there's any line or point or distance between my mind and that very subject

it can't be measured, but I know it is very far

very far but still can penetrate through my brain?

how is that even possible?

I'm here at the other point dying while thinking about it

and when you go on the other side, you won't see any trace of me

nothing about me, so why is it in my end it's all about the other?

life is really so unfair

It is so unfair.

[sydneylla]

tanggap mo naman, pero ang hirap pa rin.

walang hangganan ang pag tanong ng bakit

sa walang kadahilanang hindi masagot

nararamdaman ay puro na lang kirot

ni walang sugat pero may sakit.