He

He is;

my first dauntless step,

away from the comfort

of the four-cornered cage;

yet

He is, as well

my favorite

looking back bend

–over and over,

over

and

over

He is;

a beautiful adventure,

that makes me

want to try;

yet

He is, also

the smell of my bed

where I find rest,

eraser of cries

and they said;

soul

tend to

follow the

path

to its

haven

“Lead me

Lord,

You

are

my

Home”

 

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Intersecting Point

i saw you looking
heavenwards,
tracing your fingers to the sky,
spellbound
with the whole scenario,
but;
there was
something missing.
your eyes
they have no shimmer.

i want to
refurbish the radiance
but you were seemingly drifting,
into an infinite galaxy,
into a black hole of thoughts.

i whispered,
i prayed,
that you’d look past
the constellations
you were trying to make
‘cause the One behind those stars
is making the ‘you’
that will outshine
the battle within you.

“meet Him at the intersecting point of you and the stars.”

 

Paradise

I dreamt of you last night. You were looking somewhere. Your eyes were glistening. Your eyes couldn’t contain much of the galaxy that desiring to surge out. You were greatly devoured by something splendid, something delightful. Your soul was glistening with hues of rainbows and sparkling dust. Then I tried to take a stride, to be nearby. But, I failed, as my body felt the crystal wall. Out of my ware, I beaten it with all my strength, trust me that I tried, struggling my way towards you, while you were there, standing and spellbound with the exquisiteness of everything. “That is not your paradise my dear.” I heard a voice, a Manly voice. The familiarity of it made me feel the serenity that I was yearning for, the calmness that has long vanished when you gave nothing but insanely beats. “But…” I was about to protest. “Here is where you should be. Trust me.” It was painful, but hearing the words from Him mended the gashes that were about to be molded. My gaze traveled back to the other side of the crystal wall, and you were there. Not minding the other part of where you were, the portion where I was in.

I dreamt of you last night. You were looking somewhere. Your eyes were sparkling. But those glimmers weren’t made for me. “You are not my paradise.”

Berso;

#1

When the world I made stops gyrating

And my core stops screaming

I will straightly look at you

Desiring;

Praying

–that I’m no longer aching

#2

Mapaghangad ba ‘kong iisipin?

Dalanging ang bawat berso ng awit mo’y para sa akin

Masyado bang mapag-angkin?

Kung patuloy na hihiligin;

–ang pagkatok mo’t pagdating

#3

My metamorphosis

Was by your smile;

Those curves, I seize

In my heart, it fits

#4

You weren’t made to fill my gaps

Seeing you with someone else, I lost my gasps

You weren’t made for my grasps

I don’t have mask

Oh you;

Lethal gas

#5

Minamanipula ako ng ‘yong mga tawa

May kung anong kirot, parang pagtama ng bala

Kung pwede lang hulihin ang pagsulyap, sige ako na ang may sala

Ikaw lang kasi;

Ang paborito kong hiwaga

Endless

she wants to stop her car
to fetch him out of that
seemingly endless road;
he was standing
under the cosmic nightly skies,
gravely searching for something
maybe unlustrous stars–
ones that longing for home
to furbish their gleams;
in his tee was faded dirt
in his eyes were tears
sluggishly falling
his arms were unhurriedly failing
–failing to protect everything
cause he also needed saving
–breathing;
she was about to open the car door,
when she saw Someone walked near him,
the familiarity of this Man
feels like comfort
feels like home;
she heaves a sigh,
a calmed one;
her hands started igniting the engine,
certain to move forward
cause he was now found,
by the One who also found her;
“Soon enough, the seemingly endless road would be over.”
She uttered.

BRONTIDE

Brontide
(n) a low rumble of distant thunder
pronunciation: ‘bron-tld (brawn-tide)

—I am the thunder. And these are my brontides.

***

Out of my ware, every single day, I keep falling for this man—someone whose heart belongs to someone else—someone who I shouldn’t grasp the notion of being with.  He’s gentle, so sweet and a man of chivalry. No one can purposely ignore that. In this universe of parading one’s self, he’s a man of humility. I, with my utmost power, tried my very best to ignore the heartbeats but, I, I failed. And I, I fell.

***

Yours is the face

That light up my days

It showed me the way

It blew me away

Away from my fears

And all of my tears

Far from despair

And what I can’t bear

Only closer

Closer to Your care

***

And when it’s time; you must learn to let go of something you’re afraid to lose.

***

She found the entry point to the labyrinth of trouble when he smiled.

***

I was told to never look at the eyes, cause those were oblivion waiting for one’s downfall. “You’ve got entrancing hazel brown eyes there.” I uttered.

***

My pen inked the sheet as my hand started strumming the strings.

Dear, the picturesque sight of your smile’s making me sing.

***

They said soulmates have resemblance with each other as for the notion that they were angels above fighting the never ending battle. Lost from the war, they were separated into two beings—blindly searching for the other half in their lifetimes. And apparently you’ve lost the battle.

The question is; would you find the other half? Before the world be consumed by sin and hatred?

***

“How have you been?”

He asked.

Here, still riding the roller coaster of confusion that I have never paid myself to be into.

“Oh, been doing good.”

***

Some people keep searching for that certain kind of love in this world, a love that can only be found on the cross.

***

Happiness isn’t about measuring the sadness of infinite galaxy to prove itself.

***

Tell me;

How would you say that you feel so empty without making people act as if you’re the saddest piece here on earth?

What it is that you will do, when the entire world need saving but no one notice you need it too?

Who are you when you are not wearing that facade, the mask that the world requires you to wear every single day?

And when home doesn’t feel like home, where would you go?

Tell me;

“Is my life another sad story?”