Re... Re... Reset!

For once I am writing
not out of sadness,
out of depression,
of misery.


At last I awoke from the nightmare that was,
the regret,
the pain,
confusion, anguish,
gone with it.


Indeed I bid my time,
and time it was that I needed.
My thanks to you,
living and no-.

For the living,
the attention,
advice (solicited or not),
patience.
Or the lack thereof.
There's only few, so you'd know who you are.

For the non-living,
the numbness,
diversion, albeit temporary,
it all helped.


I am writing to celebrate life...
or whatever this is that I have is called.
A welcome change.
Indeed there has been a lot,
and yet, nothing much.
So here I am, writing.
Another chapter has closed.
Abrupt or not,
closed, nonetheless.
Ready for a new one,
as the moon begins to settle.



"Alas, the Poet found an unlikely cure from the Scorpion,
the same one whom he repeatedly stepped on.
And yet it is the that same Scorpion
whose sting removed the spreading poison,"

Insides Out

Everything has sort of calmed recently.

Like all is back in its proper place.

Nothing seems to have changed, just at it was months ago.


But then I knew all along...



Everything has changed, and nothing will ever be the same again.

The space you once owned is now just a big hole in my chest.

And deep down...

I am still in turmoil.

Scribble, scribble, scribble...

Habang nakatingin sa kawalan,
naglalakad ng walang patutunguhan,
umaasa sa isang wala namang kasiguruhan.



At sa kabila ng lahat...


Nakakaramdam ka pa rin ng kahit kakarampot na kaligayahan,
at sangrekwang kalungkutan,
habang siya'y nasisilayan sa di kalayuan.


Ang tawag sa iyo?
Masukista, hijo.

The Ever Changing Season

It all started one winter.
On my way home,
inside a public vehicle.
Words started to flow,
humming songs of wonder.


A chapter that came to an abrupt end.
Bitter, crying tears of sorrow,
turning into the coldest summer ever.

Isn't it ironic?

The Fool made a joke out of the Clown,


turning its smile upside-down.


Thus the Poet couldn't keep the words from coming out,


searching for ways to mend a broken heart.

Limbo Rock

He needs to lay low.
For how long?
He doesn't even know.


What he knows for sure,
he is in deep pain.


And yet, with the need
to hide his tears
in the summer rain.

What is "RIGHT"?

It is a concrete idea, set by the ruling majority SO STRONG that it dictates thoughts & actions even to the subconscious level, leading to their benefit...

and imposed to the unknowing, hapless minority, masked by the shaky foundations of religion, and vast complexities of moral.

It's not you. It's me.

I will shut myself out of this world
where it feels like I don't belong.
Let me find the real person
that's been hiding behind the mask for so long.


I've been living pitch-black
for the longest time I can remember.
But that speck of light within just won't back down
and continue to flicker.


Once this perennial struggle is finally settled,
I can't guarantee that everything will be the same.
For I'm not sure who, or what, I'll turn out to be,
or even if by then will I still be sane.


What with everything you've done for me,
in the end I just want you to be happy.
But keeping me in your life won't help,
that I can now clearly see.


So now I'm saying goodbye,
letting you go,
setting you free.
Putting an end to your life's only misery,
also known as "me".

Disconnect / Pass the message

Ever since I was a kid, I love reading. As I grow older, my fascination for it only increases.

As my understanding of things about life in general deepen, so too with the connection I make with the stories I read.

I may not be able to relate to some, if not all, of the thoughts and messages that each author tries to convey,
but every new discovery only makes me a well-rounded person.

I may not be able to understand all the words and ideas written in black and white,
but it never fazed me, nor did it stop my affair with reading.

It's how I remove myself from this world, albeit temporarily.
It's somewhat my connection to the things I want, and whom I want to be.

My escape to "my other reality."

To you, my co-reader, come.
Pick up that book, and let us continue the good times.
For even in this composition,
I am also a reader as much as the author.

And to you, non-reader,
I love you.

Iyak-tawa

Ito ang aking nadarama

sa tuwing kapiling ka.

Parang nasa langit,
tila bawat segundo'y lumilipad.

Hanggang sa biglang may mga magaganap na magpapa-alala
ng masaklap na realidad.

Mas gusto ko na ng ganito
kesa naman sa wala.

Sa aking sitwasyon,
ako ba'y nagpapaka-choosy pa?

HAHAHAHA!!!
Naaalala ko na naman ang ating huling pagsasama.

Huhuhuhuhu...
habang ito naglalakad, pauwi...

...mag-isa.