If


It’s only 8 days before Christmas and I’ve yet to experience the holiday’s cool weather. It’s just too hot this December. I want to go to the beach! Oh wait I still have 1 final exam left. 

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If you allow me,
tonight I promise to do no wrong.
With every stoke-gentle and calm-
only your restless heart beats wild.
Let the ebb and flow of the waves grow
and collide unto you, soaking your body.
The cool mist will embrace you wet
and soon the surf brought by the tide will 
reach your feet, cleaning it with its
salty kisses, thorough but abrupt.

If we allow ourselves to get caught
between the tuck and fold of the sea,
hold on to me. Let the current take us
where it may go and follow its lead.
Cause at the end-as expressed by sailors’ lore-
the seawater always finds its shore.

Now, if we allow ourselves to
bask underneath the divine sun
and swim beneath the deep blue waters 
of our contentment, there will be no 
room for indefiniteness. And all questions 
of “if” will be inapt.

Photo: “Sea/Sand/Beach” by CubaGallery. From Flickr.

sa iyong mga braso


at sa ating pagkakahiga
hayaan mong sayong braso ako’y mahulog
sa taimtim na talastasan ako’y iyong lasingin sa kahulasan
ang bawat talata’t taludtod na lumalabas sa iyong bibig 
ay huni ng pagpapalaya sa aking pagkakapiit 
sa silahis ng ilaw, sinalaysay ng iyong mga mata ang lahat 

at sa pagkakataon na naisin mo 
na sa aking braso ika’y mahulog rin 
makakasiguro ka na mula ngayon 
ang kahapon ay magiging bukas

Photo: night park by yuki. From Flickr. 

Angel Bites


After a long period of staleness
a period of sweeping things under the rug;
the east again greets me with its dawn and 
wets my lips like the dew to the grass.

The long drag of the night can tire a man.
The uneasy feeling of waiting for the sun to rise 
breaks the spirit piece by piece, little by little.

But the past belongs to the past, and the wait is over.
Like the angel bites above your lips, all is laid down in perfect symmetry
Now, let me immersed my body with your light 
Let me in, and embrace me with your radiance 

Because now I am ready.
Since letting go is easy when you’re holding on to something better

Photo: Water Meadows by Martin Sercombe (The Rusty Projector). From Flickr.

Corned Beef Nights and Instant Noodle Afternoon


Let the pan sizzle
just hot enough to cook
the corned beef that we took, out from the pantry.
By the way that shirt looks big on you
but I like it all the same. 
It’s nice eating leftover rice.
A new-age serf’s meal
Have I mentioned that your shirt is oversized?
Yeah, maybe I did. 
You can keep it if you want. 
Maybe we can do this again next time.
Maybe.

Photo: 1.100.dinner with roomies by heather_lindsay. From Flickr

Rainfall


Tiny drops of water 
permeates the ceiling 
falling in an orchestrated manner.
Dripping dreadfully, one by one.
Pedestrians and pavements endure the sky’s weeping 
as I watched from a safe distance
recognizing that watching streets gather rain 
is an activity best done in pairs. 

photo: Rain City by -Amelie-. From Flickr. 

In deft strokes and in bold lines


Blank sheets, empty and forgotten
wrinkled beyond recognition.
The scene shows the remnants of the
night that was. Blankets tossed and turned,
just like the figures that once was,
underneath. Leaving the scent of 
your dress on my pillowcase, breathe.
In my mind it was still so clear, 
vivid gestures and expressions 
of your hands as you write the words
in deft strokes and in bold lines.

Photo: [my bed] by sourpatch. From Flickr. 

Payak


Sa akin naman ay simple lang.
Sapat na ang masilayan ang bukang liwayway
at pag lapat ng silahis ng araw sa aking balat.
O hindi kaya, masamyo ang banayad na simoy ng hangin.
Balikan at magpaduyan duyan sa hele ni nanay.
Sariwain ang mga panahong walang kuryente sa bahay, madilim 
isang kadila lang ang naka-sindi, payapa
bukas lahat ng bintana
nakatulala sa itim na espasyo
at taimtim na nakikinig sa pag tipa ng kwerdas ng gitara ng aking ina. 
Ang pananabik sa pag-babalik ni itay 
at ang pakikinig sa kanyang mga kwento na siyang naghahatid sa akin
sa mundo ng panaginip.
Payak.
Nais ko lang naman manatili sa panahong madaling intindihin.
Panahong hindi kumplikado
Panahong nabubuhay ang isang tao dahil siya’y buhay 
at hindi dahil kailangan niyang mabuhay. 
Sa akin naman ay simple lang. 
Ang maliligaw ay maliligaw, makakabalik ang makakabalik. 
Sa katahimika’y may ibinubulong ang isip
hayaang magsalita ito
at makinig.

Photo: Brownout by Mar Cuyugan. From Flickr

katsebastiannn:

Yoko Ono and John Lennon, January 1981 Rolling Stone
Photograph by Annie Leibovitz
“You’ve captured our relationship exactly. Promise me it’ll be on the cover.” - John to Annie
That same night (December 8, 1980) John was shot and killed. 

katsebastiannn:

Yoko Ono and John Lennon, January 1981 Rolling Stone

Photograph by Annie Leibovitz

“You’ve captured our relationship exactly. Promise me it’ll be on the cover.” - John to Annie

That same night (December 8, 1980) John was shot and killed. 

nevver:

“He has no courage, has never climbed out on a limb. He has never used a word where the reader might check his usage by a dictionary.” — William Faulkner (on Ernest Hemingway)

Writer on writer HAHAHA

nevver:

“He has no courage, has never climbed out on a limb. He has never used a word where the reader might check his usage by a dictionary.”
William Faulkner (on Ernest Hemingway)

Writer on writer HAHAHA