Grasping onto a Sliver of Light

I am a heartless,

wandering gambler named

Deluge.

I only love myself

yet my corresponding actions dictate otherwise.

Such is the

crazy,

unstable state

of my own mind.

I show no regard

even to those dearest to me.

Fickle-minded as I am,

the path I end up choosing

always turn out to be the wrong one.

I wreck havoc everywhere I go,

destroying the lives of those

naive and/or fooling enough

to put their faith in me.

BEWARE,

for I am far from being done.

I've yet to fulfill my selfish ambitions.

And until then,

more lives would be at stake

here in my personal war.

I live by the saying,

"The strong lives and the weak dies".

I'm currently not much of the former,

but sure as hell

strive not to belong with the latter,

preying on them instead.

Do not be fooled

by my charm,

disarming smile,

nor be impressed with my sharp wit.

These are only tools I use

for personal gains

not for anything else.

Especially not love.

With all these,

you can't say you weren't warned.

So once you feel

the comfort of my touch,

the warmth of my breath,

or feel what you thought were

sincerity, care, or love from me,

be scared. Be VERY scared.

Just when you thought

everything is well,

I'd claim your life and recklessly gamble it away,

even tear your heart to pieces,

and once I've exhausted your usefulness,

keep on wandering away for my next victim,

leaving a trail of destruction behind.

Batak (Draw Shot)

Ako na ang titira.
Sumisipat na para sa susunod na bola.
Sa isang bilyaran malapit sa eskwela,
kasama ang mga barkada.

At may mga nag-iinuman sa kabilang mesa.
Tatlo, o apat ata sila,
'di ko na gaano maalala.

Katahimikan.

Focus...


"PUTANG INA MAHAL KO SIYA!!!",
sigaw ng isa.


Lahat ay nabigla.
Nadama ang pighati sa hiyaw niya.
Hala! Si kuya nabaliw na!
Humihikbi pa?!

Tinawanan ko lang noon si kuya.
Pero ngayon,

parang 'di naman pala nakakatawa...


WAITER!! ISANG BUCKET PA!!!

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.