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If We Weren’t Ever for Each Other

I’ll meet you on the same page

from the book we’ll read aloud

The vows of this ever

holy letters about

the glory of galaxies,

what’s written 

on the stars, we’ll trace

So come  and meet me 

in outer space,

We’ll make the stars aligned ourselves,

We’ll stay there for the night

Or maybe forever (?)

for as long as we might.

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a poem to the past

you were a battering ram

and I was a fragile glass

now I got these walls around

your power to me is none

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Promise

The promise

of the sun of unbroken 

chains of morning

with ample showers and driven wind

makes us celebrate life by day

and leave the moon 

with our soundless sleeps

and only unfinished dreams.

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Ikaw at ang Salamin (an elegy/isang elehiya)

Mangungulila sa iyo ang salamin.

At sa mga oras na wala ka na,

wala narin itong saysay

sapagkat kayo ang perpektong tambal.

Ikaw ay para sa kanya at siya ay para sa iyo.

alang-alang sa supling na inyong binuong 

may tulad ng wangis at hawig,

Para sa kaparis,

na imahe na iyong iniwan,

Kalaunan ay mawawala narin sa salamin

Tulad ng paglisan ng init ng iyong katawan.

Kaya’t lamig, ang hamog sa salamin,

tangi mo’ng maiiwang ala-ala.

Ang mga sikreto,

ang lihim ng tikom mong bibig,

mananatiling nakatago sa pagitan

ng lamig nitong bubog,  ay makakalimutan.

At tulad ng tulang ito na 

ibubulong ko sa harap ng ulilang salamin, 

ako ay lilipas ring namamaalam  

sa nakatingin.

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by of the Sea of Bitter

-We were told to write an elegy, and I don’t know anyone to write about so I wrote one for myself. This is not out of vanity that I wrote about missing myself. It’s my thoughts, I’m thinking about how my thoughts would miss( in the form of a mirror) when I’m gone. I’m thinking if they would remain or they would come with me as I am buried or burned.

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Kung hindi mo ako lulunurin, 

ay pipilitin kong sisirin

ang ‘yong mga laman para sa pagmamahal.

Hanggang sa kailang 

sana’y pumayag na muling

Ikabit ang kamay ko sa mga ugat mo.

At ang sikmura mong aking pupunuin ng laman 

‘gang sa kailangan ko nang tahiin, upang isara’t

kasabay ng iyong mga matang

pipikit narin dahil sa mga sipi, sa wakas.

- M,2020

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The Loudest Countdown

Do you ever try to hear what you sound like?

Like cover your ears

Or go to very quite place

And so all you can hear is like a heartbeat?

I do.

It reminds me of a clock.

And so i wonder

For how old am I gonna last,

And when will i stop ticking?

Why do clocks get to tell time?

And why do heartbeats get to tell death,

When both sound alike?

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The Dense Rough Glory

Have you ever tried running your hands Through the surface of concrete? Was it something like beds of little beads tugging your nails? Or does it leave your hands fine powder the more you touch it? Would you ever think it mattered? Would you ever try putting your ears close to them? Try hearing all the gospels It was waiting for you to listen to. Or try tracing the shadows casted on it. Which only happened when there is light and darkness. Be there In all the times it was alone, to just be concrete? Nothing but concrete to be looked down on. In the streets, With the most unfortunate people Or wronged, behind bars ... It was concrete they only had. To to catch their bare backs, With the coldest tinge. To catch the coins you threw at them, Out of your self imposed act of pity. To keep them afloat from sinking six-feet under. Have you ever thought of becoming concrete? That you only mattered when people remember the glory of land when it's flooding? That you are the cue After it never rained for a while, when you punch people's stomach with your smell? That people complained that you're not marble, Or limestone , Or granite, but only concrete. Would it matter? That you are the reminder that people forget to admire the importance of such solid things?

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Subo, -lunok, busog!

Sisipsipin ko hanggang huling katas, Hihigupin ko hanggang sa huling patak Hanggang humiyang sa hupyak Ng mga pisngi kong Kay lakas sumapa. Hanggang ang tamis ay pumait, Panlasa ko man ay mawaglit, Mamantakan kahit rekados ay sumabit. 'Di bale nang walang sustansya, Basta't laman-tiyan. Sa taong gutom, Ang mahalaga'y sikmurang may laman.