I wanted to see you. I wanted to close my eyes and let my fingers justify that you’re here with me That this is not a dream anymore And I could show you here, this is how I love in secret, in hiding spots and corners where I can kiss you in places the world will… Read More I wish I could tell you
I want a pack, a lighter, and a rooftop. I want to sit on the edge and let my feet dangle. I want to light my insides on fire. I want to watch the people below chase time while I completely dismiss it; watch them until I become part smoke. Light, filthy, and disappearing. I… Read More 37.
tara, usap tayo. kumusta ka na? iniisip mo pa kaya ako? ayos lang. tinigilan ko na rin ‘yun eh. nakakawalang gana. alam mo, noong bata ako, akala ko hinahabol ako ng buwan. kahit saan kasi ako lumingon, nandoon siya. tinitingalaan mo pa rin ba ang langit ‘pag madilim na? sino ba dapat ang naghabol sa’ting… Read More Anino mo na lang ang kilala ko.
Yes, I admit, sometimes I imagine it too. Years from now, when we’re old and content and independent. We’d be covered on white sheets fooling around on the bed, and just making each other laugh. Then we’d stay quiet after the laughter, and I’d cup your face gently and ask you to marry me. I… Read More 35.
there’s a funeral in my head, there’s a funeral in my head ding dong the bell would ring calling for the mourners of the dead. there’s a funeral in my head, there’s a funeral in my head fragrant flowers would mask the heaviness in the room, sweet stories would be whispered about the girl in her eternal… Read More 34.
An open letter to Manny “Pacman” Pacquiao. Dear Manny Pacquiao, It seems to the rest of the world that you have no inkling about the diverse sexual rituals of the members of the animal kingdom, So from a college student to a high school dropout let me offer you a piece of information. Male giraffes,… Read More Real talk.
Stay by my side. Read me a poem- a tragic one, so i can have a reason to cry. let me cry on your shoulder. keep my silence company. you don’t have to tell me that it’s going to be okay. you don’t have to promise me anything. your presence would be enough. stay up with… Read More Things I don’t have the courage to tell you out loud:
Tell me why you’re unhappy. Tell me where it hurts Tell me what you’re thinking when you think no one’s listening Tell me how fast or how slow you wish the world to go Tell me all your hiding places, then Tell me what you’re running away from Tell me Please. We keep falling on… Read More 32.
It hurts so much seeing you in pain. I don’t know what else to do.
the only way I have learned to breathe is through the image of a body that is never here so forgive me if my streets are too dirty and my cities are shaped like the hidden parts of your flesh I’m warning you, you’re exposed here. no piece of clothing exists here nothing is safe here… Read More Bed.
Fly Higher, Icarus. 