thursday cleaners

once there was a boy
he has distant and elusive eyes
once there was a girl
she has warmth and wonder in her eyes

they belong in the same class
she offered a handshake
he refused
she asked questions
he didn't answer

little did the boy knew that the girl is quite optimistic
she spent most of the school year watching him
reading him
memorizing every expression in his face
he cared not

the girl longed for connections
the boy restrained connections
it all began this way
she pushed, he pulled away

the girl find an answer in her prayers once a week
there is one day that they share hours
before the class starts and at the end of every class
they were assigned to Thursday Cleaners

for the brief ran of the hands of the clock
they did the same thing and they were in the same place
and once the cleaning tasks are done 
they go back to being strangers without any connection 

Thursday is that once in a blue moon stroke of fate
that most awaited rain in Sahara
that sweet promise 
and that fairy tale day when your wish gets granted

it could have been unrequited 
it could have been a childhood love that one will out grow
but the girl took to account all the hidden glances of the boy
all the silent details she recorded in her memory

years later - one day the boy told her,
"your love at 16 will not be your love at 24"
the girl was a struck with sudden realization 
and the possibilities of truth in what the boy have said

"i will cross the bridge when i get there" 
the girl told herself with conviction
he remained distant and she remained optimistic
and they continued sharing Thursdays

traces

in case you want to validate the proof of your existence
you don't need to look far to seek for answers
put your gaze on me and you'll find your traces
you are carved in my very existence

you have walked from my youngest memories
and you have been constant in my dreams
your touch have crawled over my skin
and your voice have echoed in my ears

your story is intertwined with mine
your imprints are marked in my very soul
so in case you forget or somehow get lost
look for me... you'll find yourself here

always & nevers

always starting the conversation with "How are you?"
always volunteering us for something new
(are you the oracle or something? can you really tell things that we didn't know we can do?)

always cheering everyone with your joyfulness and positivity
always seeing every person's potential and ability

always looking over the people around you
always believing that things will work out like they always do

never dull to share all those meetings that last for long hours
never failing to admit when other's idea is better than yours
(although you'll try next time to prove that you're right haha)

never forgetting to compliment with "good job" and "thank you"
never blaming when people make mistakes, it is not your kind of game

never selfish in giving support, trust and even video cameo
never failing to touch our hearts...the way that only Ed Forer can do!

so here's to always and nevers!
never will be the same
always you will be missed

 

 

  

PS: 

If I will be given a chance to rewrite my career life...

I'd still chose to work with you Eddie

The Toothbrush to the Bicycle Tire

by Sarah Kay

They told me that I was meant for the cleaner life;

that you would drag me through the mud.

They said that you would tread all over me,

that they could see right through you,

that you were full of hot air;

that I would always be chasing,

always watching you disappear after sleeker models—

that it would be a vicious cycle.

But I know better. I know about your rough edges

and I have seen your perfect curves.

I will fit into whatever spaces you let me.

If loving you means getting dirty, bring on the grime.

I will leave this porcelain home behind. I’m used to

twice-a-day relationships, but with you I’ll take all the time.

And I know we live in different worlds, and we’re always really busy,

but in my dreams you spin around me so fast, I always wake up dizzy.

So maybe one day you’ll grow tired of the road,

and roll on back to me.

And when I blink my eyes into morning,

your smile will be the only one I see.

the other Kay

Just as how the waves return to shore in sweet surrender, I have come to return to the one of the things that I love - POETRY. Yes, I am a sucker for poetry. The selected words intertwined within the stanzas to narrate a story. The pauses and counting beats in every line that give such thrills. 

I had some few attempts in the past [click here] and I am still opting to compile all my work into a coffee book. Dreamy right?! But I will charge ahead with this dream in the nearest or farthest future  - hahaha.

And so, one day I was just wandering in the internet and read about Sarah Kay. Right then and there I didn't stopped clicking and searching about her poetry. Last Wednesday, I went to the bookstore to try my luck on buying her book - No Matter The Wreckage. Unfortunately it wasn't available so I made a reservation. I am keeping my fingers crossed to grab a copy by next month - oh please dear Universe, grant my birthday wish!

What made me interested in the book are the poems: Hands, Toothbrush to the Bicycle Tire, Montauk, and Something We Don't Talk About .

She also has this other book titled 'B' with this poem "If I should have a daughter" which made me cry watching her recite in TED.

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an ode to my good-old-alak-days

uupo
pupwesto 
bubuo ng bilog na hugis

maatasan ang isa
na syang taga buhos ng inumin
na tila bagang tantyado ang sukat

iikot ang baso
iikot ang usapan
aalingawngaw ang tawanan

paulit-ulit ang paksa
mga balik-tanaw sa nakaraan
sa kabataan at kahapon

kamakailang beses dadaan ang baso
may ilan na pipiliin munang sumablay
may ilan naman na handang sumalo ng tagay

sa grupo may mahilig bumida ng kwento
may suki ng asar at biro
may tahimik na tumatawa lang sa sulok

eto ang isa sa mga paborito kong sandali
sa aking paningin, tumatakbo nang marahan ang oras
habang pinagmamasdan ko ang bawat isa

naanino ko ang saya at kung gaano na katagal ang pagsasama
kinukunan ko ng larawan sa aking isipan ang kanilang mga ngiti
at isinisilid ko sa aking memorya ang mga kwento

eto ang mga sandaling walang bahid ng pagkukunwari
ang bawat isa ay masaya
ang bawat isa ay totoo

isang magandang baon para bukas
na syang magtuturo sa'yo kung saan ka babalik at tutungo
ang mga tao at kwentong tatatak sa iyong pagkatao
  

...at ipapasa muli ang baso

if tomorrow starts without me

if tomorrow starts without me
know that i have waited for you until the very end
that i gave every inch of fighting chance
and that i have complete faith in you

if tomorrow starts without me
know that i am thankful to you
that this lifetime made sense
because i shared it with you

if tomorrow starts without me,
feel my love
whenever a smile is painted in your lips
every time you remember the memories we stitched together

if tomorrow starts without me,
take pictures in your heart
picture me out in my best smile
and listen to the echoes of my laughter

if tomorrow starts without me,
take a stop, cry if you must
but walk on afterwards because time will not seize on our whim
go and take hold of life!

if tomorrow starts without me,
know that i believed that there's goodness in every person
that in every bad situation there's a purpose and lesson
and all things will pass, we just need to give time a chance

if tomorrow starts without me,
forgive my stubborness
forgive my tactness
forgive my silly ways

if tomorrow starts without me,
you'll probably miss my bullyness, crankiness
you'll probably miss my surprises, thoughtfulness
if so, then take comfort in the past

if tomorrow starts without me,
know that i have forgiven
i just had a hard time forgetting
so i concealed myself in silence

if tomorrow starts without me,
know that somehow there are things i gave up on and things i decided to let go
i have experienced pain, dessertion, frustation and a lot alike
but these are realities we have to embrace and carry

if tomorrow starts without me,
know that many times i felt broken, i felt less
but then i have learned the art of coping 
to live with the broken pieces and hollow spaces

if tomorrow starts without me,
know that there are mistakes i didn't regret, there are scars i love to look at
my imperfection makes me no different
thus it feels less lonely for not being alone in that sense

if tomorrow starts without me,
trust in our friendship
trust in our sisterhood and brotherhood
trust in our bond!

if tomorrow starts without me,
know that my family and friends are my gravity
in all situations they keep me grounded and reminded of what i want to become
know that i have surrounded myself with dreams for them

if tomorrow starts without me,
know that i never had interest of becoming filthy rich, seriously
having too much would also mean someone else is having less
i'd like to keep my cup half full and pray that for every blessing i am given - i will be favored with a heart that would share and give

if tomorrow starts without me,
burry me in the sands where my heart takes comfort
i shall take root in the land where my story took place
i shall retreat into the embrace of the waves

if tomorrow starts without me,
know that i fear to cling and depend on someone
i will do things on my own as much as i can
i will endure and i will wait as much as i can

 if tomorrow starts without me,
know that i wanted to be acknowledged and needed 
i longed to be seen and touched
so i would know that i was there with you - so i would feel more alive

if tomorrow starts without me,
whisper a prayer for me
or hum my favorite song
that would make me infinite

if tomorrow starts without me,
read my letters
flip the pages
listen to my words

if tomorrow starts without me,
know that i am scared
yet the thought of meeting the people who have gone ahead of me
fills my heart with excitement

they say tomorrow never comes because life starts now
but if in case tomorrow starts without me
know that i lived a life for you
and now my time is up for HE has beckoned me home

(because i could not write a proper poem, i ended up with this - for the people that matters to me)

ReBirth

And so he wrote me a poem...again. But this time is to amend my request. Thank you.

birthday

by juan mathaga

pang ilang kandila mo na ba to?
pang ilang kanta na ng mga kaibigan mo?
ilan?
ilan na ba ang natira?


bilangin mo sa langit,
ang mga talang sumisilip,
sa bawat ulan at mundong tahimik,
ilan? ilan na ba ang natira?


suyuin mo ang maykapal,
magpasalamat at magdasal,
sa paulit ulit na dalangin,
ilan? ilan na ba ang natira?


hayaan mo na ang umaga,
lilipas din ang gabi,
ngunit sa araw na to,
araw mo to.


ilan luha pa ang iluluha?
Mga buhok na malalagas?
Timbang na dadagdag?
Kaibigang maghuhudas?


Mga sakunang marahas?
Ilan?
Ilan na lang ba ang natira?
Ilan na lang ba ang hinihiling mo? Ngayong birthday mo?


ilan?
ilan na lang ba ang natira?
sana mahaba pa..
para marami ka pang makwento...

 

published at 05/20/2013

This man is special to me. He emits darkness and sorrows in the words he write and I would admit that I am a sucker for sadness. It makes you feel human. It is humbling to know the reality of pain and that at some point we are blessed to be less lonely. I'm not making any sense right? Well, I just admire this man and I don't want him to forget his gift. I want him to remember the words that are just locked up in his mind. I want him to charge ahead with his life as I gaze a smile for him.

Here's the poem he wrote for me before in response to my "Unposted Obituary".

ReBirth   
by juan mathaga

From the moments of silence
I saw nothing but shadows
casted upon the nothingness in me.


From a far i have watched you
I have hide myself among the stars
and moon to watch you at night.


Fire blaze up in your rage,
and all i can say is I'm sorry,
from afar i have nothing.


I am cold as ice,
struggling for words to say,
hoping i could stay...


but not a moment early,
and not a moment too late..
i have read your unposted obituary.


The response is easy,
to write the words clearly..
i am slowly leaving.

blue

I am tired.
I am tired of speech and of action.
If you should meet me upon the
street do not question me for
I can tell you only my name
and the name of the town I was
born in–but that is enough.
It does not matter whether tomorrow
arrives anymore. 

If there is only this night and after it is morning 

it will not matter now.
I am tired. 

I am tired of speech and of action. 

In the heart of me
you will find a tiny handful of dust. 

Take it and blow it out upon the wind. 

Let the wind have it 

and it will find its way home. 

BLUE SONG by  Tennessee Williams

PETER PANTING

PETER PANTING

the first steps of leaving would be the heaviest to take
and of not looking back at you is the scariest
i have memorized your face in every angle
but still, im not sure if how long will i be able to remember it


if seasons change then so does a heart
i grew tired of painting rainbows in your skies
when you dont even mind looking...not even one look
and being here doesn't make sense anymore


true, life is a single skip of JOY
i had my share of strides so im taking that skip now
you brought horrible giggles and a death march towards hell (H. Roth)
do i keep you entertained? im taking a bow in this play


and if ever you found me still standing by your doormat
then only God know's why

tell me something i dont know

Beyond all these written thoughts and trailing words
Where will I be?

Between each Hello and Goodbye
Where will I be?

Among all these figures and clues?
Where will I be?

Of life's cliches and malleable reality
Where will I be?

Of fate and uncertainties
Where will I be?

Of broken promises and hopeful tomorrow
Where will I be

Where else will I be?
You tell me...

korniks

mic test...


If LOVE is the sky, I'd pray for wings...
I'd bravely take all the bruises for every fall
I'd flaunt the scars that I might earn
I'd fly high as I can just to get the closest chance to you

If LOVE is rain, I won't take an umbrella with me
I'd soak myself under the bliss of every drop
I'd spoil the innocent child inside me
I'd take the risk of getting sick the next day

If LOVE is the wind, I'd fly a kite
I'd chase every blow
I'd patiently wait
I'd hope for a second wind to come each time I fail

If LOVE is the ocean, I will buy a boat
I'd endure the big waves
I'd fight every tempting and misleading current
I'd voyage every stream that will lead me to you

forward retreat

i feel your warmth in every splatter of rain over my skin

i seek your cold stare in the morning sun

i am taunted by your deafening silence

i strangle by your loose embrace

i choke in the distance of our words




a breath apart

a myriad of reasons

a moment too soon

a moment too late

oh my sweet oxymoron!

nagtatasa ng pudpod na lapis

ikaw ba ay pikon?
halika at mas lalo kitang pipikunin
ikaw ba ay tamad?
halika at papagurin kita sa utos
ikaw ba ay matatakutin?
halika at sisindakin kita
ikaw ba ay laging galit?
halika at titikisin ko ang iyong pasensya
ikaw ba ay kasing-linis ng puting damit na nilabhan sa speed-babad soap ni piolo?
halika at bahiran natin ng dumi ang mapagkunwari mong katauhan


napagtanto ko sa araw na ito ang mga bagay bagay
kailan ba nagiging masama ang mabuti?
kailan ba nagiging mabuti ang masama?
kailan ba nagiging makatotohanan ang isang biro?
kailan ba nagiging biro ang pawang katotohanan?
ano nga ba ang sukatan?
may sagot kaya si bob ong?
eh si juan ekis kaya?
di bale, wala rin naman akong sagot
kung ikaw meron...
huwag ka ng mag-abala pa na sabihin
busy ako, malamang maabutan mo lang akong tulog

nardong PUTIK!

di ako likas na reklamador, tahimik lang naman ako
pero sukdulan na!
gusto kong mag mura!
ano ba? di ka na nakakatuwa!
akala mo ba matatantiya ko pa ang pasensya ko?
puwes, hindi na!
matagal na rin akong nagtitiis at naghihintay sa pagbabago mo
dumaan na ang di mabilang na araw at ganyan ka pa rin
aba, aba...namimihasa ka yata
pagod na pagod na ako, alam mo ba
mugto na mga mata ko
ayoko ng manatili pa dito
wala kang awa sa lahat ng paghihirap ko
wala kang pakialam sa lahat ng nasasayang ko na oras
wala kang pakiramdam!!!
toot! **** bleep!
sarap mong batukan
palit kaya tayo kahit minsan ng sitwasyon
kaya ikaw, internet connection
umayos ka!
overtime na naman ako neto

pay as you order

an anonymous quote, surely it does make sense

Intimacy

is a four syllable word for,

"Here's my heart and soul, please GRIND them into hamburger, and ENJOY."

a good find

BLINK

Fingers crossed, let me see a meteor fall tonight
So I can wish with the moon full and the stars, bright
A kiss from the breeze, a lonely, but hopeful heart
Ever I be so silent, consciousness torn apart
a transition, my decision, my invention
will is my shelter and hope, my foundation
It's just a dream, but bigger than the sky
almost at reach, but always too high
simple in a sense, complex in measure
there's discontent, and there's pleasure
it will last long, but never permanent
inch by inch done, but not to it's fulfillment
too intangible, but truly is inconsistent
but dream, I can dream to my heart's content
a state of brilliance, greatness, and happiness
a temporary immunity to hopelessness
I see the stars, I hear my heart beat.
I feel the air, and the dying afternoon heat.
I am alive, in a world built by my pen
a blink, I am lonely... a blink, I am happy again.



http://writers.multiply.com/journal/item/2202/Blink

kuwit

To a friend who finds a masked clown in himself,
...find that familiar landmark in the highways of despair

When the traffic light gets fucked up, take a walk
...there's no easy run

Carry your cross upon your shoulders
...and endure until you reach the closest beacon

I dont have the right words
...when you question the answers

People need to loose something along the way
...but it won't make less of a person





sorry for the short and quick YM conversation...

china eyes

naaaliw ka ba sa singkit kong mga mata?
mukha bang nakangiti sa bawat tingin?
namumutawi mo ba ang kwento?


di sa lahat ng araw ay singkit ako
di rin ako chinita gaya ng iyong akala
di mo pa rin ba naalintana?


nauupos na ang yosi ko
at di mo pa rin makuha-kuha
mga mata ko'y mugto nang dahil sa'yo gago!