Sunday, December 9, 2012

Amu ni Hu ( a repost)

amu ni hu...

ngaa bala nag-abot ka pa?
natak-an ko kay kis-a
daw buang ko
sige paminsar sa imo

kada ala-una sang kaagahun
ginabatyag ko ang imo yuhum
ay ambot!!!

kada aga sa kon pagbugtaw
ikaw nagatamyaw
ay ambot!!

teh...
teh...
kwa mo na?
daw sumpa ka!!

kay katawhay sang akon pangabuhi
gulpi lang ko nag sinululi
teh.. teh.. lipay ka?

kasabad sa imo
pero sige man ko pangita sa imo
ini bala gugma?
ukon daw la-on lang ako nga naga asa?

Teh, nalipay ka?

Hasta san-o ako maga - antus?
nagahulat sang gugma mo nga bug-os
kun wala ka plano nga higugma-on ako
LAYAS!!
LAYAS!!!
Kalinong ang ginahandom ko!

MAmangkot ka ngaa daw buang ko?
Teh.. AMU NI HU!!!!

Monday, November 12, 2012

Sweet Contentment

SOURCE

I sing an old song
About the time that could have been
The night of all nights
Cut out from a dream.
But words weren’t mine
And courage wasn’t yours
So we dropped the hands of time
And turned love into stone

But you don’t listen

Instead

You sing an old pop song
About flying birds without a home
While you count lamp posts
As we move along.
You talk about the weather
I decided it will always be sunny on my side
But you see the clouds before they gather
You tell me I need to run for cover

But I don’t listen

Instead

I laugh at your cynicism
I tickle your pride
I tell you how I love
The dark ocean inside your eyes.
I smell spring when I’m with you
I say words that don’t rhyme
And tonight I find sweet contentment
Resting by your side.
(Even though it is a moonless night)




Thursday, October 25, 2012

There Isn't Much to Write (about you)


You laugh
There isn’t much to sing about
So you laugh
At my clumsy thoughts
and fearful dreams
of elderly primigravida

You sing
There isn’t much to talk about
So you sing
Through the night
Against the sound of the rain
And the beating of my heart

You talk
There isn’t much to dream about
So you talk
About your big plans
And your odd passion
For feathers and flowers

You dream
There isn’t much to laugh about
So you dream
Of lazy weekends,
Of Tea nights and strolls
And waking up to bacon and rolls


p.s.

I laugh
There isn’t much to write about
So I laugh
At this man under the moon
Making me sing silly songs
And write this pointless poem

Friday, October 19, 2012

Love is (Random Thoughts)

Source

Love is too big
two grown up hearts could not contain it
But, it can also be small enough to fit right
in that tiny slit
between two clasped hands.

Love is too funny
Too funny you could cry!

Love can be too quiet
You wouldn’t know it is there
But it can also be too loud
You can hear it
Even before a word is spoken

Love is too fast
Sometimes, it goes away too soon
Or it can be too slow
It moves like
It is walking on the moon

Love is too smart
It knows how to distract you
But, it can also be too naïve
It cannot tell when one is lying

Love is too elusive,
you can trail the world and not find it.
but, you also can’t escape it
when it waits at your doorstep every single day
wearing a manly scent
or holding a broken toy

Love is too strong,
it can bind two families together
but it can also be too weak
it needs to be sheltered
to grow
for nine months
(or sometimes less)
inside the womb

Love has no price tag
But when love tags you
God knows
how much you will pay for it
He knows. Literally. 

Monday, August 13, 2012

Think of Me

The video and the song is just so beautiful. This is officially my favorite song and video :)

Shhhh, can you keep a secret? I think I am slowly falling inlove. 



Monday, July 9, 2012

Sw-ords (Sweetest Words)


To scribble you a word
My finest sword
To hum you a tune
Or play a chord
To hold your hand
And

Spin your worries into laughter
Your troubles into songs
Make you pancakes in the morning
And sit by you under the moon

Have peppermint tea on bad nights
Epistemology on boring afternoons
Laugh about our yesterdays
And (eew!!) shelter a raccoon

Draw your plans on my map
We’ll connect the dots
Via a Divine plot
We’d find our spot

And
I’ll hold your hand
While they play a chord
You will hum a tune
While my fine swords
Scribble
The sweetest word:


Claimed


Tuesday, April 24, 2012

In Time (it rhymes)

His clothes
smell like
pine 

I stare 
at him like
wine

he 
is 
fine

in time
he will 
call me

mine.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

No More Poetry


I am no longer saving my words for poetry
I am saving them for you
I won’t say a word
But I want to

Sing you a verse
Hold your hand
Breathe your air
Paint your sky

Walk your dusty roads
Work your plans
Have a Coke or brew
My heart in your hand

It is hard to be away from you
Harder to be beside

Because

I am not saying a word
Though I want to
I am no longer saving them for poetry
I am saving them for you



P.S.

Let’s have lemonade
And banana pies (again)
Stories get better
When we take time





photo from here

Thursday, March 1, 2012

To Whom It May Concern

As a personal practice, I write a thankful post every March 2nd. I will be writing one today. Meanwhile, I can not stop myself from liking this song by The Civil Wars.


Thursday, February 2, 2012

Dear Mr. Here

Take my hand
I wont cling
Nor fling
I can be entertaining
But I don’t sing
I bring
Good things
Like
Words on a string
(though sometimes they sting)
Jokes that swing
Ideas with a *twing*
I wear no bling
But I wont ask for a ring
Just sing
There’s a man
I’m taking
A shot at forgetting
I winked
And started to sink
Im not looking
For a love unending
Just need a mending
So I could tweet
And be trending
Write
And get a following
Pose
And be posting
Photographs
Of hands holding
Eyes twinkling
Bodies clinging
To the envy
Of people watching
Hating Talking
Of this thing
Going on in between
No
Not a fling
And I won’t cling
(they call me the exit queen)
Will you be my temporary king?

Take my hand






p.s.
If you love
string things
I can't risk my heart
for another breaking
so, NO
i can't be available
for taking
...
on the other hand
they don't call me Venus
for nothing
so...


Tuesday, January 10, 2012

For Good ( From Wicked)

Blessed is the person who finds friends, real friends.



Elphaba):
I'm limited
Just look at me - I'm limited
And just look at you
You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda
So now it's up to you
For both of us - now it's up to you...

(Glinda):
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you...

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

(Elphaba):
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you

(Glinda):
Because I knew you

(Both):
I have been changed for good

(Elphaba):
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for

(Glinda):
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share

(Both):
And none of it seems to matter anymore

(Glinda):
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood

(Elphaba):
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood

(Both):
Who can say if I've been
Changed for the better?
I do believe I have been
Changed for the better

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Resuming: Day 13 - MY BODY

WHAT? This has to be what I should write about the day I decide to reopen this blog?

I guess there's no running away from this. So, NO! I am not comfortable with my body. Oh, only the flabby tummy. The rest? I'm fine with them.

I dont have perfect arms, no perfect legs, imperfect face. But only by the Vogue Magazine's standards. By the standards of the Most High, I am perfect!

So, yes, I go about my day hoping I'd lose a pound but I don't stress it out. I watch what I eat (now) and (struggle to ) exercise but I don't really make a career out of it. I wish I could wear form fitting clothes, or the least, clothes off the rack but I am right now fine with what I have. Or at least, I can still shuffle my clothes and pull off a decent and interesting ensemble.

I thank God for my body. It's the only one I have.



P.S. I will try to write more regularly. I will probably write with a lot more heart in it.