Sa pag-uli ng mata sa silid ay nasumpungan
Kalat ng kahapon...
Basura ng nakaraang pagsinta...
Tumapon sa paligid
Mga alaalang matagal na sanang
Ibinaon sa limot.
Matagal na rin namang naimbak
Ang mga emosyon na dapat sana ay
19 June 2011
May Nakita Akong Buwaya
Nakakalat at Malaya
Pero Ito'y Nagmamasid
Nakakatakot! Walang Makalapit
Holden, I know
Where ducks go
Frozen and lonely:
They stay and slide
On thinly layered
Pond of black ice.
"How did you get it?"
She hit me with those words like a
That leaves you dazed, dizzy and dying
A statement to the multitude of unbelieving
Masses, those classes too focused on
Their tiny little lives to even
Consider about caring or carrying the burden of the sick
To lift the veil of ignorance
And get through the thick
Skulls of the uneducated, huddling downtrodden
Who make myths out of slayable monsters
This spoken-word piece served as my entry for the second round of Scarlet Letters from Baguio: a Poetry Slam for HIV awareness held last Nov 29, 2013. :)
Nakahiga ang anino ng katawan mo sa kama
Hubad, kulay kapeng may dalawang kutsara ng gatas
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There are times
when I feel people
around me, people
who at times have expressed
admiration and love to me,
hate me—it is as if
entering a pitch dark room,
and despite not believing
in ghosts, fearing
a lost spirit on the mirror.
Balitang hatid ng hangin at laot,
Babalang tangan ng kulog at kidlat
Ang nagbabadyang bangungot.
Sinagot ng dagat ang hamon:
I had found your cradle song
it was sewn right between the stars
where the moon had played a wind harp
in the soft 'thula' of the tides
it lingered upon the moonbeams
reaching far to where it belonged
if I could chase the notes -
if I could chase 'forever' -
then I will never let it go.
Pinuputol ng tula ang sariling usbong
Minsan matutulog, minsan aahon