doodling with words
poem 008
poem 007
sometimes
the early morning silence
whispers a line
perhaps from a song
long forgotten
or an unwritten poem
and dances
with the footprints
of the rain that lost its way
tap
tap
tap
the leaf
sends a message
to the ground.
tap
tap
tap
and the leaf
waits for an answer.
poem ba to? ewan. 006
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(masaya ka ba anong ginagawa mo kelan ka huling tumawa anong tinawanan mo kelan ka huling umiyak sino nagpaiyak sa iyo anong oras ka nagtoothbrush kaninang umaga nakapagpahinga ka na ba sino iboboto mo anong book huli mong nabasa nakapagpray ka na ba may prayer request ka ba bumili ka ba ng taho ngayong linggo hindi ka ba nagkasakit naiinitan ka ba nakapagquiet time ka ba naglaba ka ba natawa ka ba mag-isa nung isang araw sakto ba ibinayad mo sa bus may nagpaupo ba sayo sa mrt ndi ka ba nabasa nung biglang bumuhos ung ulan nung isang araw may kinakausap ka ba pag nasa jeep ka ano huling napanood mo sa sine nagustuhan mo ba binuo mo ba ung end credits e ung mga trailers bago magsimula nabuo mo rin ba tumawid ka ba sa tamang tawiran natutuwa ka rin ba sa steps ng footbridge ng MMDA gusto mo rin ba ung coffee crumble ng selecta may nameet ka bang bagong mga kaibigan nagbilang ka bang mga bituin kagabi tumititig ka ba sa buwan may alaga pa ba kayong aso anong balak mong gawin ngayong summer naalala mo pa ba ako kahit hindi kita kamustahin namimiss mo ba ako ?)
poem 004: glass walls
i'd rather have concrete than glass walls
so that i see only what is inside my room
but with glass walls
i see things beyond me
i stare at them
and stare again
and begin
to find beauty
but the hardest part
is when i reach for them.
should i wait for God to grant men
the ability to transcend walls?
or should i start covering my glass walls?
poem 003
even playgrounds get lonely at night
when all the children have been called home
the bright colored fixtures embraced by shadows
and the childish screams replaced by the rustling of leaves.
silence reigns every now and then.
tomorrow, life begins anew.
poem 002
sitting
here with all
those thoughts i
cannot drive away
makes me ignore the unusual
silence that everything around me
has gone into.
it is as if i have found
a priceless treasure;
as if a breathtaking view
is before me.
so near yet beyond my reach
i cannot but only appreciate
from where i stand and
from where i am supposed to be.
and pray
that someday
i'll be a part
of that masterpiece.
