This is Not a Poem

I have spooled thoughts of you

And shove them to the side

Saying

“Non-entity”

But I find myself now

Unraveling the threads

Of text messages

And conversations

That I labeled

“Non-sense”

I heard rumors

Dressed in humor

And we dismiss them

 “No comment”

You laugh at them

and you squirm

with indignation

you say

“No way!”

I laugh at them

And I squirm

At your indignation

And say to myself

“No chance”

I dismiss the rumors

With humor

Dragged a Cat by the door

And say

No more

Today, I unraveled the threads

Of messages and moments

And found

No hints

Like in 500 Days of Summer.

I’m looking back again

And see hints of

No interest

And so I write these lines

springing from whatever 

thoughts

or maybe from that spool 

and i label it

"Not a poem" 

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!!!!

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)

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

SOURCE

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

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. 

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. 

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:


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