twenty-four

Bituing Walang Ningning

Kung minsan ang pangarap
Habambuhay itong hinahanap
Bakit nga ba nakapagtataka
'Pag ito ay nakamtan mo na
Bakit may kulang pa


Mga bituin aking narating
Ngunit langit ko pa rin ang iyong piling
Kapag tayong dalawa'y naging isa
Kahit na ilang laksang bituin
'Di kayang pantayan ating ningning


CHORUS 1
Balutin mo ako ng hiwaga ng iyong pagmamahal
Hayaang matakpan ang kinang na 'di magtatagal
Mabuti pa kaya'y maging bituing walang ningning
Kung kapalit nito'y walang paglaho mong pagtingin


CHORUS 2
Itago mo ako sa lilim ng iyong pagmamahal
Limutin ang mapaglarong kinang ng tagumpay
Sa piling mo ngayon ako'y bituing walang ningning
Nagkukubli sa liwanag ng ating pag-ibig


[Repeat 2nd Stanza]
[Repeat CHORUS 1]
[Repeat REFRAIN 2 except last line]


Nagkukubli sa liwanag at kislap ng ating pag-ibig
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ayan. sige. baduy.
this is emotion in it's rawest.

"Please don't put your life in the hands of a rock
and roll band who'll throw it all away."

"There's more to life than being in a band. Your friends are what will matter in the end"

those, so far are the most valuable pieces of advice someone gave me. and when i start dreaming those impossible dreams again... i'll record those two sentences and play it again and again and again :) salamat, kuya k :)

twenty-three

nakanang... two poems in a day... what the hell did i eat!???
(nina... hahaha... alam mo!)

this poem is called love by the millisecond. i don't know what to call it! by the way, entry number 22's title is called "total recall"

here goes...
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love for two,
candelight dinner.
reservation at somewhere fancy-

but...

let's do it.

via webcam.

i see you wearing that divine champagne colored dress... like the one nicole kidman wore. hey... that is nicole kidman.

but your messages tell me something else.

can you love me when you see the real me?

you see, "just a few extra pounds" as i indicated in the profile...
is an understatement.

i'm not latino.

i don't even look like that picture, that's colin farell.

but i can be a bad boy, a real hollywood bad boy. just for you, baby

i love you.

i'm loving every second you type your reply
and my heart beats faster at every message you send me.

i'm falling.

and this is feeling can't get any more foolish
it can't me any more mad.

but i'm loving you.

beyond the profile and photo.

... i think.

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i dedicate this poem to online dating things :)

twenty-two

today i entered a room,

it was a comfortable room.

it was a familiar room.

it had the same tables that i used to write poems on
it had the same chairs
the pen was in the same place i left it in.

my old room.

it still smelled like tea and musky guy's perfume
it smelled like floral soap and newly ironed towels.

the bed where i cried so much in was still there.
nothing changed.

i laughed so loudly-
i heard an echo

i thought i lost

years ago.