hindi iyon inaasahan. Wala ni kahit ano mang babala o karatulang nagsabing dapat munang tumigil sa paglalakad. Kusa nalang tayong nagkabangga. Hindi iyon plano, hindi iyon sinasadya. Wala ni isa sa atin ang may alam kung bakit sa dinami dami ng mga ligaw na tao sa mundo, tayo pa talaga ang pinaglaruan ni Kupido. Nakakatawa,…
Read moreAs I was feeling the particularity of your presence in mine,
I also wanted to just forget what I felt during the crisp of our good old days – back to our childish sixth grade. How many poems do I need to write to prove to everyone that I am no longer in love with you? How many fate or assumptions, carols and Decembers, giddy eye-seeking…
Read moreI hope,
I hope you will not spend A moment letting your tears fall down Even a minute or a second I hope you’ll look for the art The art that you have So that you would know That you worth more than Mona Lisa It takes time to heal, I know I’ve been there before And…
Read moreTo our superhero who keeps spreading his wings for us, this is for you…
And maybe, that’s the best thing about superheroes. They never come with perfection or even prestige. Somehow, during breakdowns, midnight rushes with a glimpse of coffee and tears, shoulder pats and stern looks every time the curfew gets done, and when Mama couldn’t take the ten-minute drive to a nearby grocer, their strong personality comes…
Read moreWhen a writer falls in love,
When a writer falls in love, No metaphors left behind When a musician falls in love, Every strum produces such lovely rhythms But when you are both, You’ll spend the night writing poems with melodies – Kath Panugan
Read moreWhen I said, ‘I love you’…
… I didn’t mean that you are the another piece of me Nor my Romeo who’ll die for me When I said, ‘ I love you’ What I mean was, I will spend every second of my life loving you. Without doing something in return Nor spending your life with me. Just let me, Just…
Read moreThe moment I stopped writing about you.
I still look for you in every piece I write lately. I still look for the metaphors that described you in ways that I couldn’t. I still look for the chapters where we’ve been once, and in the paragraphs where I had my worst and in the periods where you came and saved me. I…
Read moreNever your Constant
Perhaps, I was never in my constant. I was a love yet a heartbreak at the same time. I was a coffee spill, a teardop, a heavy breeze or even a journal’s old sheet after all. Somehow, I was the hurricane behind the clouds, the never-ending movie in the cinema, the map of the lost…
Read moreWhere It all Started
Dates aren’t vivid, the moment is. You stood on that door and everything’s unsure. Surroundings seem blurry. And all I can see is you. And that’s the moment it all began. A regretful one. – Kath Panugan
Read moreWe were once cowards of love after all.
Meet me in our spot, just the same cafe four blocks away from our favorite park within Ludheg’s streetlights. Tell me how did your present life kill you and I will tell you more about mine time by time. Let’s intertwine our fingers and tangle our hearts and feel the stardusts until we could sob…
Read moreIf you will fall in love with me,
Don’t. Just don’t. You’ll just end up being sick with my playlists or being deaf with the silence of mine. You’ll just end up regretting giving me foods for I’ll never ever eat those. And if you’ll insist, don’t. For life will only make you a fool. – Kath Panugan
Read moreYou are made of petals…
… anyone would dare to touch. You are as red as blood and as soft as lips. What a beautiful rose you are but he picked the sunflower. It didn’t make you less a flower. – Kath Panugan
Read moreMaybe in the poems,
I could possibly make myself stay — when there isn’t a place to go anymore. Maybe in the poems, I could show you how butterflies dance when they weren’t supposed to every time I see you. Maybe in the poems, I could tell you more about how sad songs turn you into a lullaby baby…
Read moreWhen will I see the sparkle in your eyes again?
All this time, I thought I was writing for you, when I’ve been writing for myself all along. All this time, I thought we’d meet again in our favorite church, exchanging our gazes and look-aways when we both see each other’s stares. Perhaps, I was just wishing for you to smile at me under the…
Read moreForgetting has never been an easy task.
I can’t even count the times I lied to myself that I have moved on from the fact that you were the subject of my poems for years. Though it hurts thinking that I have spent those leisure moments of mine thinking about metaphors that fit you perfectly, still I can’t elude the feeling of…
Read moreOne day,
a time will come where you feel like you wanted to have a break at some point. It will come, perhaps, with the memories you longed ages ago — and it will feel real than the moment you wished for it. It will feel painful but it won’t cause a heartbreak. It will feel destructive…
Read moreI would gladly accept…
…when I see you with someone that was never named like me. I won’t write about you anymore, and that’s a pinky swear. But, please, don’t you ever visit me again in my dreams because you no longer exist in my memory. You are a past life, a once-upon-a-time but never again, and a ticket…
Read moreFive years of being cursed.
I really don’t know why I was never the exact epitome of your ideals. I was never your ideal. Perhaps, I was never been anyone’s, and that’s just fine. Sometimes, I would poke myself in secret, thinking that it would stop this wicked connection I feel every time we meet. Was it even a connection…
Read moreI am not just made for promises.
I am not a bounty human who absorbs everything the universe could give. It could be darkness, a sparkle or a crescent feeling I never had before. You see, I am yet the ordinary, an invincible lover you’d meet. I don’t care about butterflies circling on other people’s stomachs, tears falling down because of a…
Read moreBut dear, at least, we met.
We don’t meet people by coincidence. We don’t meet them at a party, in a library or in a museum of rocks. We don’t meet them in hallways carrying books as if helping them when those fall from their hands is a deja vu. We don’t meet them by accident that we tend to believe…
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