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sori,
di ko naramdaman

na bertdey mo
30th,
ang pinakamalungkot...

sori,
di ko naunawaan

wala akong alam
kaya wala akong karapatan
na turuan ka

sori,
di ko napansin

nasaktan kita...
naisip ko lang
ng umalis ka.

pwede ba magpaliwanag?

malungkot din ako
'kala mo

'andyan ka kasi
at 'andito ako

kaya lingid lahat
'gang 'kala na lang

pero ang totoo
pareho lang tayo

mag-isa
sawi

nagdadalamhati
nagpapariwara

nawawalan ng direksyon
kung sana...

magkrus
landas natin

makikita ko,
makikita mo

pareho lang tayo
may luhang tinatago.

Huni

sa paghupa ng apoy,
'di ko wari kung sadya
o naligaw ka lang
na sa pugad ko'y makipisan

nabali ko na
mura't malambot mong mga pakpak
narinig ko na
impit mong pag-iyak

ngunit minsan,
at minsan,
isang dipang langit
sabay na nating nalipad

subalit sa pagdausdos,
pababa...
ay ang pagdalisdis din
ng ilang patak ng luha.

isang taon...
mga pakpak mo'y ikakampay na
lilipad ka, bababa,
at hahalik sa pulang lupa

apat o lima pang taon...
mga pakpak mo'y ikakampay muli
lilipad ka, babalik,
sa lupang itim na sa pighati

ang mailap mong mga mata,
na di ko natitigan ni minsan
ang matalas mong pakiramdam,
na 'di naman ako nagulat pa

The Date

All I see are but shadows
of the lurking ebony night
but I hear the leaves,
they talk to each other
and I smell the buds of May,
their fragrance reach the clouds

till the hiding blue moon
perk down
it's eye flashes a shimmer
against a blood red rose
which sweats with passion
and glow with love

I boil with obsession
to cut the lone stem
and hide it in my back pocket
till the shadows come again
then I catch sight of a fairy
which slowly comes my way

I grabbed that thing behind me
alas, thorns prick

I Am Your Nude Painting

during your permoblack nights
when color-blindness embraces your heart
and your permogray emotions
control your left-hand brush strokes
as your permowhite stares
melt down the wooden easel

leaving just the bare shadow
of my candid nakedness
as my ebony crown flows
smoothly as the sea waves in the morning
and as my sapphire eyes glow
brightly as the nights in Vegas

with my moist lips driving
a sensual winding road
my temple sways with the melody
of the gush of your artsy blood
and I stand on the tips of my toes
as I raise my arms to fly

I feel feathery, I want to be blown up
but I can't help but sense
that my toes and my ha

The Dateless

The tip of the crescent dagger above
seems to point straight to my eyes
it's bloody rusts shower
and everything they touch is wounded

The giant cedars are on guard
each exhales some sulfurous fume
The darkness that embraces them
also hides my blunt nakedness

The sand is a bed of shrapnels
my back bleeds
The salty seawater is a burning flame
and the teasing wind just won't blow the pain

False Hope, Then Hope Falls...

swiftly,
like when an eye winks

and abruptly
the heart sinks

pain pricks
like million thorns,

jealousy wakes
self scorns...

of ifs and whys
of doubts and crys

that boils the blood
that brings such grudge

would end in misery?
pulled by gravity

wish as if dead
deep down the grave

that's how hope falls
when hopes are all false

Pag-Alala

Sa bintana ako'y nakadungaw
Mga mata'y nakatuon sa alapaap
Marahan silang itinutulak ng hangin
kaya sa buwan sila'y napapayakap

Kinikilig ang mga bituin
Nagsasabog sila ng ningning
kaya mga mata ko'y naakit
na sa kaibuturan nila ako'y sumilip...

Nakita kita, payapang naiidlip
maamo mong mukha, kayang-kaya ko pa ring iguhit
marahang pagpintig ng puso mo
naririnig pa rin ng puso ko

malamig mong mga kamay
nararamdaman kong hinahaplos ako
matamis mong pagbulong
sagot sa panalangin ko

nakikita kita, sa loob ng bituin
ngunit di na kita kayang abutin
madalas rin nga kitang makita sa loob ng puso ko
ngunit sa loob ka na lang, wala

The Nightingale's Song

the fire
had burn down to ashes
and you rose from it
in a time I didn't expect

I broke
your wings,
I heard
you cry

yet once,
and once more,
the heavens,
we already soared together

but as we glided
down...
drops of tears
fell.

a year...
your wings will flap
you'd fly...you'd descend
to kiss the bosom of your dreams

four or five more years...
your wings will flap again
you'd fly back to where your dreams were born.

your keen eyes,
which I never looked at
and your wild senses,
which never tingled me

would I still want to see?
would I still have the passion
to grip you in my palms
like before?

like before...
when

the Grass Spoke

Like a crisp of fog catching a seep of sun's breath, he would soon evaporate...

So how could I recognize him among those masses of cloud above? And when they pour down as rain, which drop would I catch in my palms? If ever I catch him, would he not slip from my hands again? So could I still cull him from among those creeks of precipitations? Or would I just let him flow away to the seas and the oceans? And like a striving grass in the arid, let myself be deprived of even scanty dewdrops?

Only the teardrops I have not poured out yet would withstand me. Oh, how I wish I were something else! The bristle cone which exudes ch

Of Waiting And Cheating...

...you're letting me go
now you don't mind me

outside your heart's room
outside your life's home

if only i came
just a bit earlier,

maybe the door is still close
so i can still knock

knowing you're waiting inside
for me to come in

but now it is open
i get it, i'm late

that no matter how much
i wanted to barge in

i just lost the right
to stand and fight

my fault, i admit
foolish me...it's my defeat.

...if only i came
just a bit earlier

the Art of Literary Symbols

Literature is the imaginative manipulation of perspective so that we can make sense of a world that is both familiar and foreign. It brings us into contact with that world by telling stories, dramatizing situations, expressing emotions, and analyzing or advocating ideas. Either in oral, written or visual form, literature challenges listeners, readers or viewers to identify, examine, question, learn and reconcile values most precious to our sense of self and culture.

The Promise

i never saw a man
cry before me...
before

until you.

sorry.

i promise
i'll listen to you,
i'll go to sleep now

so that
we can meet
in a dream

in the heavens
we created
just for us

in the paradise
we live
to love.

Death Of An Emo

my bedroom is my coffin
sprayed with sweet formalin
I lay still with my bloodshot eyes open
as my chaotic mind is wondrin'

I think I need some nicotine
to kiss the smoke as it spells your name
I think I need some wine or caffeine
to taste your heat when we're fuckin'

I think I need some cocaine
to get away from all burden
I think I have to lick that bloodstain
to erase the memory of pain

I think I need you to lean on
I'm weak, I can't move on
because though I think I drown
still I don't wa

Game of Death

The butterfly fell...

                  in love too!
                  He knew it,
                  but only until the net
                  caught him offguard.
                  She was a gam

More Than Just A Love Story

I need not ask where
All I have to know is that you're there
so that our hands clasp in warmth
and our eyes whisper in silence

Neither do I need ask when
All I have to know is forever
so that we'd gaze upon our dreams
and we'd ride through eternity

as we soar with our hearts
and our hearts soar with us.
There would be no fatigue...
There would be no aging...

There would only be life...
There would only be love...
We'd only come down to smile
and look at each other

as we whisper the story
in the mirror of our eyes
as I see you in mine
and you see me in yours.

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by ~sarjan, Dec 13, 2007, 10:40:43 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Visual & Found Poetry

lulan ng aircon bus
        subalit maalinsangan
nakasandal sa kutson
        ngunit ramdam ang latay sa katawan

nakaiPod
        pero bingi ang pakiramdam
nagtitext sa cellphone
        ngunit bagot din naman

dumungaw sa bintana
        kinuha ang digicam
iniumang sa target subject
        subalit nanamlay lang

bakit kahit ano gawin...
        nanunuot sa kalamnan
bakit kahit ano isipin...
        puso ay sinusutsutan

early na pumapasok sa work
        nago-OT pa para maging busy lang
lahat ng nagpapaalala sa kanya
        puro iniiwasan

ngunit sadyang nagsusumiksik
        kahit pinipigilan
sa biyahe pauwing bahay
        lumuluha na naman...

Pangungulilaby ~sarjan

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Visual & Found Poetry

para kay

ang kalungkutan ay isang pang araw-araw na karamdaman.

ang sakit ay isang sintomas ng kalungkutan.

ang pangungulila ay isang sakit na di maiiwasan.

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