#mssky

[charlietheharbinger]

Kalimutan mo na sya. Totoo ang True Love. Pero esensyal na parte ng pagiging tao ang magsurvive. Kaya ang makakatuluyan mo ay ang taong di gaanong buwis-buhay. 

[charlietheharbinger]

i have never seen anyone fall in love so hard with writing. 

i keep watching the sight of you losing breath as you scribble with the intervals of reviving yourself when you heave into space. i saw you naked at every parenthesis. yet, as if possible to bare more, you strip away your skin at semi-colons til you are nothing but a frail, fragile synergy of oppression and peace.

i like you better this way. drafted in your seat. just as plain and honest as your open window. as quiet and telling as your diary. just as loving as i am to you.

just as breathless when you have sprawled through my senses. just as bared after a dinner that has taken detour. but as crumbled after an alternative rock experience of bomb serenade just to be ended with a white flag.

[charlietheharbinger]

The Hill By The Shore I like the weight of the wind and the grip on my quilt as I push my back against the cold, hard, bare concrete and lie on this wooden bed covered in mattresses and comforters flattened by Papa's coarse hands I like the sound of the little twigs crackling at the sight of the painted sky maybe it twitched as trickles twinkled or fell with a shooting star maybe it stayed to be a playful shadow through my window in the dark i like how mama pinches the ruffles of my pyjama the graze of her palm against my back is rythmic with the nightingale of waves crushing through the shore I like how my sister's tiny feet anchors on my tummy while the back of her hands rest on my forehead her arm is twisted in and odd yet comfortable way that it shows on her squished face on the pillow I like how night watches me through its eye on the lighthouse as it spirals and peers and guides one back home I hope its stays standing forever that if I go, I will find this tiny harbor sheltering my big heart filled with joy

[charlietheharbinger]

and i opened you again like an old pal that never left our meeting place each leaf is a color each flip is a smell each torn edge is a story of forgetfulness, neglect and carefulness that is too much when i kept you from a paranoiac harm and what's left to caress you is the dust no one memorizes the name nor the numbers nor the places but i know you like a thread tangled with my fibers like a key corroded in my guts like a book i held in my hands you swayed and you rippled and resounded into nothing still i'll know your sound and your shadow lengthening with the dark

[charlietheharbinger]

Nanghingi sya ng tubig, binigyan mo ng ocean. Nauhaw lang sya e nilunod mo na. Ay nako, masama ang sobra.

[charlietheharbinger]

I don't know why anymore. It's as if there's always something I haven't fulfilled everyday. It jerks through my veins and I could feel my fingers twitch as it suppresses the violence tingling down my nerves. I feel enveloped around something surreal. I want to tear the sky apart and see what there really is this world keeps hiding from me.

Sometimes I want to reach out. I hear people cry. I hear trees thump as they fall to the ground. I hear God speak to me as if I let His angels burn. I don't know anymore. I am tied by my own frailty and i wish i could help but I am not brave enough. not yet.

[charlietheharbinger]

i don't want to search for it. i'll just be still and later see that the things i am looking for will come for me. sometimes that's how i should do things

[charlietheharbinger]

i put down my pen as i furrow rested it as i sigh when it blots no more on paper and scratches nome when it glides pen, dear friend i see how this would end a pen that is no more a pen is nothing but a fiend for what else does it do when i've sworn to it my life? for what else do you do with the pointed thing at night?