The day

you promised me your heart, I stole it to be sure. Not because I didn't trust, I just knew I wanted more. I took it and on a tiny piece I sewed my little name, and swore that if you loved again, it wouldn't be the same.
| {6:07 PM}

Try not to

remember.
| {9:48 PM}

Truth is

slowly dissipating into age-old simplicity; modern day lies..and she bit her lip, just to force the world into believing bleeding half smiles. The beauty of it all remains locked, and rushed into silence..for the sake of being so completely on top of it all.

I think I'm going to go off and find all my misplaced, mismatched, and misunderstood words..I'd let y'all know where to find me, but since quite a few of you are playing hide and seek with this little girl, well..

Til the highschoolheart finds the courage to bleed past pride and anonymity *bow*
| {9:21 PM}

Out of breath

on so many different levels..a building here, a road sign, the leap in my gut as we neared that ol' flyover..conspired to steal the light in my lungs, and yank it by ways of my throat. An inch of nostalgia..a mile of regret; of what value are my words, words lost and found in the mess of papercuts and tears? Words found in the silence of a single white rose, frayed and contemplative of the seconds left..til, perhaps, the household is doomed.

Complete suffocation, on that side of the world..but I'll keep coming back, for the thrill of it all.

Curiosity doesn't kill..he just drops a little candy into the rabbit hole.
| {8:13 PM}

There is

nothing left of her to decipher..or feel..just the odd realization of how making sense, never makes it quite as real..



You..

And if she said she cut herself off to keep from souding pathetically emotional, would that in itself defeat its purpose?

| {9:58 PM}

And there was

something in the air that made me swear, this time, I was right.

And she couldn't,
not even for a minute,
not even for a second,
fool herself into thinking any less of you.

For a second there, something in the air..
something in that box
and those words
and the tears she thought she'd half smiled away..
something fooled her into making her swear that this time
she was right.
| {12:24 PM}

Paumanhin; ito

ba'y tinatawag na code-switching?

She conspires with modernization
to scream nonesense, and fly
through ages of sleep, and small talk,
and the sort of conversation
that your mothers warned you of.

With Anneleia, Cathryn, Erlicka..
those she'd loved before; the muses,
a symphony unfolds in the palms
of her hand-cupped paraiso.

Kung saan nadadamay ang puso;
ang panganib na naiisa,
sa kanyang nawawalang interpretasyon
sa kamalian ng akala
at pagkalat ng munting nadarama.

A myriad of expression lays itself
across her bare flesh; a run of silver
snakes along the edge of reason.
Her words are a hazardous sort of
craving. They are a radical distort
of saving.

She is so inspired by the wiles of your
lipstick marked mind,
but her stories are left for nought.
A lover's writer so often burried
with her brilliance..with the musicians,
the masters, with those the world
refused to unfurl.

Mula sa kanyang mata ay nararanasa
ang munting pagbubukas ng mundo;
ang tiyak na pagwawakas, ang muling
panimula..sa saglit na iyo'y naaagaw;
sa kapunuan ng kanyang pagkakatao.

And I just
I just had to feel
the need to let my reckless reckless self
undermine such wordless thoughts;
such unthinkable nothings.
I, like so many others,
sew myself into thinking
that I may keep these words, and
unfurl the reservoir Liana
much too much like the unparting seas
of arcs, and locks withstanding
any other brother key.

Kung saan, nasa buhay ang mismong silip..
kung saan, nawawala ang sarili sa pagkatuklas.

| {1:16 PM}