Sabi mo, kagabi, sabi mo Itigil na natin ‘to Nagmakaawa ka, sinabi mo Hanggang dito nalang tayo Napatigil ako sa sinabi mo Tinikom ang bibig Kinuyom ang puso Wala akong nasabi sa sinabi mo Lumipas ang mga buwan Mga luha’y kinubli sa dilim Paulit-ulit ang tahimik na alaala Ng gabing sinabi mo sa akin Ngayon sinasabi ko sayo Hindi ko na maitatago Hindi mo na mapipigil Ang nais kong sabihin sayo Eto o, pakinggan mo Ang nababasag kong puso Ang bumubuhos na dugo Naririnig mo ba’ng sinasabi ko?
Beautiful Tragedy
The passing days blur the memories That face I memorized That hand I caressed That breath I inhaled They were all once so familiar – a part of me before Now there is only a hazy image A distant echo A haunting shadow But sometimes the wind carries back The dust of long-abandoned yesterday And a melancholic melody weaves Through the cracks of a my mending heart The cold seeps in and freezes my body I thought I was free
Existential Crisis
Save those two glazed eyes Boring a hole into nothingness Close your heavy lids And give in to the beckoning darkness Plunge into oblivion Lose yourself in apathetic slumber Let your limp body drift It’s so much easier to surrender
Book of Eli
“Do you remember what it was like in the world before?”
“People had more than they needed. They had no idea what was precious, what wasn’t. We threw away things. People killed each other.”
~Denzel Washington (Book pf Eli)
Still
When I’m in between I feel a weightless breeze cold upon my face as shallow breaths escape. Colors are a blur against the blackness ahead. You reach me still even here lingering – a vague presence while I am slowly slipping away.
Sa aking pagmamasid
Ganito ang mundo malaki, malawak may nakaraan may hinaharap ang kabuuan ‘di maabot ng pang-unawa Ganito ang lipunan matatag, makapangyarihan mahirap usisain mahirap palitan ang kalagayan ay pilit na pinaniniwalaan Ganito ang tao maliit, mahina may kasalukuyan – ‘di maintindihan ang kasaysayan ng mundo mahirap turuan – ‘di matanggap ang katotohanan sa lipunan
Patches of Epiphanies {3}
I look up ahead of me and there are all these walls covered with daunting thorns, freaking me out and telling me to just stop right here. These harsh obstacles make me worry about the scars I would have to put up with if I continue this direction. They keep pushing me back, using my fear to keep me rooted on the spot and prevent me from seeing the other side of these walls. But what else can I do but carry on? There are definitely options to choose from, but if I am to live a fulfilled life, there’s no way to it but to start climbing the seemingly insurmountable hurdles. It’s easier to turn to the road more often traveled, but I refuse to give up on the path I am destined for.
