Bid farewell to unwritten letters
As they turn into little waves
Let them kiss your toes
as you bravely go against the waters.
Set free a memory, for it
doesn’t make you less of a beauty.
Life is just much more,
The heart is crafted to beat
Until man’s last minute
But it craves in secret
Jumping and stopping in between.
When even the Moon takes phases
To escape the cruel, black night,
The flowers turn towards
where it catches the Sun,
What makes you think
you deserve to be saturnine?
What keeps you still, holding on
When the shadow, in its darkness
Gets enticed to follow along
Every step when man dances,
When the seed, of sheer love
breaks itself out of desire for life?
Somewhere the sea
And the skies meet,
But I never knew.
sight tries to go and
see the end of it,
You’re who I come to think.
I opened my eyes
To the melodies of rain,
As if tap dancing
on the windowpane.
Or was it you, it sounds same
When you approach me,
And when you walk away.
The human memory sometimes
Do make fun of us,
Just when you
had much to remember
And that’s when you forgot.
I have you to forget,
But you’re all I remember.
To fall in love with you
is like watching
the day turn to night.
Though I kept watch
Almost without a blink
Still I don’t know how
Dark blue came just after pink.
Ghosts in broad daylight
take life from empty laughter
and resonate ’til it swallows me.
It lives in the shadows
in holes I didn’t know were there.
cracks no sunlight could fill.
One day I woke up
to feel a pang of guilt, when
I do not like to go home
Since its face had changed
into one of the monsters
I have tried to run from.
It is a challenge to sway
along to melodies that play
from both ends of the staff,
and make perfect pirouettes
from tunes that become
less like music to the ears.
On the train ride home
I catch myself on the train’s window,
Hiding in the dark,
Consumed by the cityscape.
My eyes are but crescents left.
A run of street lights were like stars.
I stare at my barely-there reflection
And bask at the emptiness.
Of how much the earth has taught me,
how come doubt always
finds a way to live there
at the pit of my stomach?
Of the many mornings I looked at
myself in the mirror, how come
I feel like I still haven’t
Seen everything about me?
I am exhausted spending
All my days to build a dream
That is slowly getting less like mine,
When, to start again may
Be all a waste of time.
What if life is not a single path to take
That if I force to continue
It may become a waste of life?
Maybe I’ll start to live knowing
How our souls are created
to surprise even itself,
That happiness is measured
On how it is immeasurable
And that life isn’t limited to
The visions we thought we’d keep.
Or to what other people think.
When I look at you
I take in the stars,
Looking the same, yet when I
Photograph you a thousand times
You are a different story everytime.
When I look at you
The blood rush through
Every inch of my veins,
To make me feel every ounce
Of happiness and pain.
When I look at you
The questions stopped to exist,
My chest lost the quest for answers.
I could have cared less of the universe,
But I fell for it in a pair of eyes.
How long has it been?
The world has already made a spin.
The heavens must be so grateful
Because when you smile up there
The sun smiles as well.
Though everything has changed
My hands do miss your grip
Just when I’m about to take a leap
My fingers are longer now I’ve grown
But it never forgets the feeling of yours
Now you bask on a greater love
I wonder if mine do still move you
Or at least make gentle ripples-
Because I wanted you to know, at least
You are always being missed.
Your embrace make it
way past my broken bones
to touch my tired soul
I feel myself being whole.
For the first time in ages
I felt beautiful being vulnerable.
You’ve got the spirit of the sunrise
The drive that keeps me up in the morning
I can’t help but believe in destiny
A fool, I think the uncertainties
Created bridges that led you to me
I keep losing myself as waves
Of missing someone rush in the wee hours
But now I find myself almost
clean, and hopeful again,
Closer to the light I missed.
I stopped running away
when you took my hand.
Invincible from three am ghosts.
Tears no longer need to fall
Finally, warmth from all this cold.
There’s silence that beats all the noise you hated to hear
When you wish you can turn back every moment,
Wish you can change the words you’ve said,
As if he is a word, a sentence away
and if you could have been more careful-
You wish you have not tried to break his walls
Or even shook them,
Or maybe, built sturdier ones around yourself
Because you can feel them crash down.
Wish you weren’t reckless
To risk everything and fall.
You know you’re doomed when there is distance-
Inches that beat any other mile ever measured.
Inches, yet you feel so far from him
Inches, yet you’ve never felt so invisible
Only inches, yet you can’t seem to get close.
Now you’re forced to let go,
Let go of what has already slipped away on its own.
Let go of realities you cannot change
Let go of someone who never was yours
You’re forced to, or you just know
It’s all that’s left for you to do.
But you can’t turn your back on everything
And you’re stuck trying to see him
From the point were you stand,
And refuse to go forward.
You can’t seem to move on
And linger on every emotion,
And choose to be frozen in time.
Stop returning like waves
that wash away
all the castles I try to build.
Can’t you see how much
I try to forget our memories
Don’t look back
until I finally learn
it’s not worth the wait
’til the hate anchored
to this love lifts.
until the day I’m free
For now, I won’t look
at the stars and wish,
won’t look at sunsets
and get my hopes up
because it’s that easy
to fall for you again.
Have you ever got that feeling when you wish you can turn back time
even just for a day, or an hour-
back to an exact moment you wish didn’t have to slip away?
Go back to that point in time
and let all the feelings loose,
because in a handful of days
there are those when you linger
on the existence of that moment,
but feel helpless knowing
it will never happen again-
The instances when nostalgia
fills in the cracks made
from questions you failed to ask-
in between the days where
you’re so sure
that you’re already okay.