The Procrastinator's Reasoning

Yes I am a procrastinator poet, lazy and bored, try not to read nor lay your desiring eyes on my blog. There's nothing interesting here. ~xoxo

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Title: Faded feelings

"How are you?" I should never ask, "How's your day?" But I know You'll never answer. Before, we're just Jack and Rose, But now we're Gus and Hazel. Both are dying Yet one was left out. I'm sick of it, I want to move on. I want to swim In the ocean alone. I want to feel the air Without pollution. I want to swing In the hammock Then sleep. And when i woke-up, No more worries, No more signs of you, No more I waiting for you, No more I and you, No more you.

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Babe, I'm living At least you said goodbye Before I walk away. I know It's hard, But I have to, Cause if I stay It will be hard for me To let you go.

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5 years from now

I have my own concrete house. I have my own traveling vehicle. I have my family with me. I have a stable job. I have few friends. I have my man with me. We both travel around. We both dine in and eat. We both singing to streets. We both stare at the sky. Laying in a checkered blanket With picnic basket. Counting clouds And yell so loud. Sleep on the same bed After a happy wed. And read this poem I wrote because of him, After 5 years That we always dream.

[theprocrastinatorpoet]

Sa Susunod Kong Minamahal

sana ikaw na, yung taong mamahalin ang aking mga tula, aking mga likha. yung taong mamahalin ang aking talento, lahat ng aking mabuo. yung taong mamahalin ang aking pagkatao, ang tunay na ako. yung taong mamahalin ang aking pagkatoyo, kahit nakakasira ng ulo. yung taong mamahalin ang lahat ng pagkakamali ko, higit sa mga tama ko. dahil kung handa kang mahalin kung sino ako, higit pa mararamdaman mo pagsinuklian ko ito. ~end.

[theprocrastinatorpoet]

Kailangan Kita

Hindi ito Isang lirika Na sinabi ni piolo Sa kanyang awit, Hindi rin ito tungkol Sa kung ano Ang sinabi nila ni claudine Sa kanyang pelikula

Marahil sila ay tambalan. Naghahanap ng Parehong pangangailangan Na mismong kailangan kita At pagmamahal Pinagtimbang nila.

Inalam, Kung ano ba ang mas hihigit. Ang pangangailangan Na puro pangbabalewala O pagmamahal Na sadyang mapait, Napakasakit.

Inalam, Kung ano ba ang mas hihigit. Kung ang kailangan mo ako Ay iba sa mahal mo ako Dahil mahal Gulong-gulo na ako Nasisiraan na ako ng ulo.

Inalam, Na kailangan kita Sa panahon Na nagdurusa ako At hinahanap ko, At iniisip ka. Kung bakit wala ka Sa tabi ko Dahil alam ko At nasa isip ko Na mahal mo ako Pero p*** bakit ganto Nararamdaman ko Naprapraning na yata ako Na ang kailangan at mahal kita Ay pawang nagsanib At pinabibigat ang dibdib ko.

Mahal kailangan ba talaga nating timbangin? mahal kailangan paba kitang tanungin?

Kailangan mo rin ba ako? Katulad ng kung gaano ko Kailangan ka Katulad ng kung paano Ko sinuyod ang problema Ng mag-isa Habang hanap-hanap ka

Mahal, Mahal mo rin ba ako Na gaya ng mahal kita? ~end. Dedicated to my beeees. Ciara, Camile and Nica.

[theprocrastinatorpoet]

Silya

Naalala mo ba nung una? No'ng una na ang tayo ay wala pa No'ng una na ang mundo pa natin ay magkaiba No'ng una na tayo ay magkaiba pa Magkaiba pa tayong dalawa Parehong nagiisa Walang kang kahati sa silya

Nilapitan kita Tinanong kita Tinanong kita kung pwede ba Na kung pwede ba ay samahan kita sa iyong pagiisa Sinagot mo ako ng OO ngumiti ako sayo Sabay upo

Natapos ang maghapon ng puro tawanan hagalpakan kwentuhan ng mga istoryang walang katuturan Sabay tayong nagkatitigan Na di nagkalaunay nag-aminan

Hinawakan mo ang aking kamay Na sobrang higpit Nagpapawis Naglalangis Di ko maalis

At akoy iyong hinagkan Ng sobrang higpit Pareho tayong nagpapawis Naglalangis Di ko maalis

At akoy iyong hinalikan Ng sobrang tamis Biglang naalis Ikay umalis...

Naiwan akong magisa Sa silya Na noo'y tayong dalawa ay magkasama Na ngayo'y ako nalang magisa Agad akong tumayo Pinahi ang aking mga luha Lumakad papalayo

Hindi ko nilingon ang silya Dahil alam ko na di nako babalik pa Di ka na babalik pa

Huminto ako Hindi ko kinaya Sinabi ko sa sarili ko Lumingon ka Kahit isa Baka bumalik ka

Tumalikod ako Nakita kita Nakita kitang masaya Nakita kitang may kasamang iba Nakita kong di na ako ang dahilan ng iyong saya Sa ating Silya

Wala na Tama ngang di nako lumingon pa

Mabuti pang maglakad mag-isa Mabuti pang hindi kita kasama Mabuti pa Mabuti pa nga

Wakas...

[theprocrastinatorpoet]

Ang Muling Paglaya

Kay tagal kong inasam

Ang muli kong paglaya

Sa rehas ng pagkalugmok

At kadena ng kalungkutan

 Ngayon ay tinatahak ko na

Ang daan ng pagkasabik

Nakikita ko na ang liwanag

Naririnig ang sigaw ng galak

 Dulot ng pandemyang

Sumubok saking sarili

Sa saya, sa lungkot

Sagana’t pagkagutom

 Pagtitiis na di makapiling

Ang minamahal

Tiyaga na pagsilbihan

Ang aking bayan

 Ngayon ay makakalaya na

Ngayon ay magkikita na

Ngayon mahahagkan ka na

Di na mabibilanggo pa

[theprocrastinatorpoet]

Contentment depends on the person

[theprocrastinatorpoet]

Title: Suicide

Depression, Hang I N G

Death.

[theprocrastinatorpoet]

5 posts!

[suntara]

Wind Flower

Maybe I'm that girl,

That dances in an empty salon

To music nobody ever listens to

And enjoys every second

Maybe I'm the one who cries

In a blue tinted resteraunt

Staring into stale hamburgers

And calling it the epitome of luxury

Perhaps I'm one that walks through cities

And marvels at neon lights and nightclubs

In denim dresses, or on a lonely Ferris wheel

My night will never be more alive

Maybe I'm the one

You find plucking flowers from bushes with none left

Who walks on roofs, on trains

Rosy, yet golden

Why don't my eyes bloom like roses?

I'm definitely one of the girls in your favorite bar

Drinking away like dandelions to a whistle

Always dressed disheveled, yet polished

The one who sings, in a horrible tune, who lets out a drunken trill

"Why are we the only ones dancing?

Maybe our tears are just tunes on a piano,

maybe we will pit-pat our ways into the hearts of those who bloom under whisky licked lips.

But tonight,

Let's fill our lungs with liquor and love,

Let's let the flowers of the wind bloom"

(let's fill our lungs with piano tunes and let's live like we are children: let the wind flowers bloom and we will find our way, whether we are crying or dancing: let's find our way through bars, cities and salons: let's blossom like we never did before)

-AureateStatic

[gothigh2fly]

Have you ever had that feeling - that you'd like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?

— Haruki Murakami

[theprocrastinatorpoet]

i felt that too.

[a-poetic-elsewhere]

Nightmare

I close my eyes and dream. I dream of forgetting you, so I sit alone and bathe myself in a tub filled with ice and isolation scrubbing away your toxic residue. Still I smell you, so I lay in a purple field with endless horizons until I’m swallowed up by thick waves of lavender and suffocate from a scent that isn’t yours. Still I hear you, so I float into black infinity cushioned by stars and galaxies until I’m struck by a silence so sharp, it cuts others but frees me. Still I taste you, so I walk among orchards where countless peach trees ground me to the earth and deliver sweet yellow flesh until I choke on a flavor other than your own. Still I feel you, so I stand in the ocean and sink my feet deeper into the sand begging the current to clash into me until it drowns out your touch. Still I see you invading my thoughts with your presence. I’ve failed to escape, so I open my eyes and awake. I curl up in pressed sheets you’ve never seen, touched, or spoken in. You’ve never tasted me here or left your scent to linger. Only I am here but you’ve become part of me.

a-poetic-elsewhere

[theprocrastinatorpoet]

Hyacinth

My beautiful flower Forgive me For what I know That love is not savage Nor slave of pain

That love is more powerful Than ruthlessness That this music of mine Is not your burial strain

It’s about jealousy Who made it work Not because of him You’ll die in my arms

Am I a foolish God!? an insane devotee, Or your pedagogue? I am unworthy

I am sorry…

background photo: credits to majorolympians.com

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Yestreen

In a balcony Holding a hot coffee Hearing beeps of jeepneys Sighting the city lights Gazing at the stars Sparkling like your eyes Your sweet smile A day I wish Will never end What now Is a reminiscence Of your presence A cliché of a romantic Yet hard Goodbye

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Agone

In day you are my sweetly light, In night you are my sleepy tight

When you are sleety, i give you tea And in bleak times, i give you me

Remember the day on the sea? Glancing there and walked with me

All the memories and seeking lies Sincerely, you told me these lines

"in the day, no doubt, you said yes, Promise and smile from east to west. My hopes are high, just like the sky"

And all goes low, you said "Goodbye"

[theprocrastinatorpoet]

Famenility

The lies, the fake smiles, Worrying of not hurting, Acting like an idle truth.

Behaving soundly, Hiding all mistakes, On laughs that are loudly.

Gestures that far from mannerisms, You, like a blubberer kid Scaring for candy.

Is it about conceit!?, A pride for a truth?, Saving your well stature.

Fetching the praise of the crowd, Looking for worshipers, Being a saint like.

None of us cares, But still have faith, On promises that can't keep.

Let's be fair to people, Remember, if not because of them You're not in history.