Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

I started writing poetry in my mother tongue, eventually in english when I felt comfortable. I have written a lot in the past, and since blogging wasn’t a thing then, those pieces of paper where they were written got lost due to me constantly moving.

I have been checking old blogs and I saw these two poems I have written in Tagalog (or Filipino) when I was around 17. I am posting it here so that my Filipino readers can take a glimpse on the rawness of my writing.

Enjoy!

(1) E. R.
Nagkakagulo ang mga nars,
Sigaw dito…
Sigaw doon.

Nakabibingi ang ulaw ng kanilang mga tinig,
na pumapaslang sa kabog ng aking dibdib.
Palakad-lakad yaong taong maputi,
Paroo’t parito, tuliro…

Ang kanyang buntung-hininga
Ang siyang humahakab sa malamig kong kalul’wa.

Mahal kita. Hindi ko man naipadama.
Salamat. Hindi ko man nasambit.
Buong puso kitang iniaalay,
Sa kamay ng Dakilang Lumikha.

Hawak ko,
Ang mala-yelong kamay mo.
Mahina na ang paghiyaw ng iyong lugmok na puso.
Nandirito lang ako. Hindi kita iiwan.
Ipikit mo na ang iyong mga mata.
Humimbing.
Lumaya ka.

Mabubuhay ka sa aking alaala.
Mahal kita.

(2) Adik Sa Kape
Namulat ang mata sa nakabubulag na liwanag
Isang bagong umaga ang inahin sa aking hapag
Subalit ang lungkot ng kahapon at lamig ng gabi
Ay nakabakas pa din sa puso’t kalul’wa kong sawi

Isang tasang kape ang pumawi sa nadarmang kalungkutan
Ang init nito’y nanuot sa kasuluk-sulukan ng kalamnan
Pinawi ang lamig na nadrama ng kaluluwa
Animo’y naroon akong muli at kayakap ka

Ang bawat higop ay isang milya palapit sa iyo
Sapagkat bawat lagok ay katumbas ng apoy ng mga palad mo
At unti-unti’y nagbabalik ako sa hapong iyon kung kailan unang nadama
Ng puso kong hangal ang kakaibang pagsinta

Matamis… Tulad ng ating unang halik, unang yakap
Kung saan kakaibang ligaya ang aking nalasap
Ang sensasyong kakaiba na idinulot noon
Di kailanman mawawaglit lumipas man ang daangtaon

Mapait… Tulad ng mga luhang ibinuhos ko paglisan mo
Tulad ng pagsambit sa pangalan mo, at paghiyaw ng puso ko
Subalit sa kabila ng pait naroon ang pag-ibig na di mamamatay
Dumulog man ako sa kabilang buhay

Kasabay ng pagbalik ng ating mga alaala
Patuloy kitang gugunitain, aking sinta
Mauubos na ang kape sa aking tasa
Makapiling ka lamang, ako’y iinom pa ng isa

I saw it coming at me, gawking and roaring loudly,
Sending my chest in incessant beating.
I saw its claws looming at me, fangs exposed,
Yet I cannot stop myself from intently looking at its eyes…

Fears, I swallowed, and I let the monster savor my innocence,
To its demanding arms, I succumbed.
Ah! The endless joys of warm afternoons and sweet embrace,
Along with consuming kisses, I let myself be willed yet again.

Years, I journeyed on with the beast for years
Enjoying what it has to offer – the warmth, the sweetness
I held hands with the beast for what seemed like ages
Shedding trinkets of tears – for things I cannot control

I enjoyed every moment, every bit of it
Not realizing that its strength consumes me, more and more
And there I stood, naked, unaware of the dangerous times
Yet sheltered by the beast, its promises, and desires devoid of meaning

Until one day, all the magic fade; logic came to my aide
And I realized how the beast had changed me
I came to claim my old self, yet the beast thought it was a way to retaliate
The beast then swallowed me, consumed me more and more

Who would have thought that I will lose it all
When I succumbed to this beast – this beast we call LOVE…

© CCM

Lips touched in a split of time.
Until eventually I called you mine.
Fourteen days of incessant musings,
Not realizing how dangerous is falling.

You touched my hand and shared peace,
Looked in my eyes and sealed my lips with a kiss.
Until the lovesong faded and the sun shone,
A dark secret you keep was made known.

I want to hate you, but I can’t,
‘Cause I am still thankful for the times we spent.
I want to ignore the feeling and make my heart numb,
Never for a dare I would again succumb…

© CCM

_______________________

For the girl I know… Blame the game and not the players. You are a player as well, and the only mistake you have done is to lay your heart on the line. Let him go, and be happy that you have known things sooner, instead of you falling deeply only to be deeply hurt in the end. He doesn’t deserve a love as strong as what you have. 🙂

I can see nothing but stars,
and the way they glimmer reminds me of your eyes.
I can see nothing but the moonlit path I walk in,
as the wind kiss my skin with coldness,
and melancholy.
Infinite shadows blur my vision
as I walk to a path unknown.
The deafening silence comforts my soul,
whilst alerting my defenses.

I remember the days when the sun
can still shine down on this deserted town.
The memories led me,
to remembering our past – days of unfound bliss.

One look in your eye and I knew true love exists,
one smile from you and I knew happiness is within reach.
As I held your hand, a feeling of comfort radiates in my soul,
my courage strengthens as you held me close to you.
Tears falling from my eyes as I remember how your kisses taste,
of how our bodies fit perfectly,
like two halves of a whole.
My heart wrenching, breaking in two,
as I recall the night we just held each other close,
not uttering a word, knowing it might be the last;
and that lonely afternoon,
when we wished you never had to leave,
and that things never had to be the way they are.

I continue walking,
dragging myself.
My feet are callous now,
cracking and bleeding.
But I am numb, and I cannot feel the pain.
I am sore, I am hollow.
I walk slowly towards my savior,
a dark, endless hole in the center of the earth.
What is the use of surviving apocalypse,
if I am without you?
I embrace myself and pretend you are there,
trapped in my arms.
I close my eyes,
release my mortal form in that hole,
falling endlessly,
sliding relentlessly,
on the infinite abyss,
waiting for the end to come.

© CCM

Dark Lullaby

Posted: 24/01/2011 in Poetry
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This alley cradles my soul in the solace of its darkness
Tossing my knife, playing with it, with no mark of kindness.
My eyes reflect the devil’s own, full of wrath and lies;
As soon as I release my grip from this, I know, someone dies.

My muscles tensing, as I crave for a release;
While this unexplained agony makes my soul unease.
The darkness enveloping my soul in a solitude I cannot contain,
Vindication, revenge, all parts of a bliss I wished to obtain.

Looking up her windows, her silhouette emanating bliss;
Dragged me to the days when we shared that one special kiss.
Her voice, her sweet voice, rings music to my ears,
Brought memories of her helping me wage wars with my own fears.

I cannot bear the pain any longer, my soul is succumbing to the dark,
Her love, her heart, her soul, I no longer can win back.
Let her sing, let her float in happiness, let her be held and loved,
While I forsake my mortal shards, deny light from up above.

As the day breaks for a new beginning, I kneel down
Accepting my fate, succumbing to the dark crown
As she sing her heart out, I released my knife for the kill;
And her dark lullaby left my heart, soul, and eyes sealed.

© CMN

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It was in my attempt of deleting unused files when I saw this poem from a couple of months back. I realized that I have been starting a few poems and due to things I have to attend to, I consistently forget to finish them. This is one of the poems I made in my futile attempt to write in rhymes. Guess I am really a prose poet, afterall. Not one of the bests, but I hope you enjoy.

The Star Poet Award for Week 37

 

The sun shall never compare,
to the warmth soaking in her skin.
His probing eyes gently staring at her,
drowning all her fears within.
His touch, his sweet smile,
telling her everything will be okay;
Like it has always been,
an eternity ago.

His hand perfectly fitting hers,
clasping hers.
And she knows that the battle has been finally won.
All the years she keeps on running away
are finally over.
He is right there, infront of her,
within her reach.

His lips touching hers in a union so surreal,
locking himself in.
Teasing.
Tasting.
Her inhibitions slowly fading,
her pride, her fears all are gone.
She stopped fighting her ideal bonds,
fearlessly succumbing to her mortal shards.
Feeling.
Breathing him in.
Losing herself.

Just then, the dream starts vanishing,
reality slowly sinking in…

He is sleeping peacefully in her arms,
eyes closed.
His chest heaving rhythmically rising and falling.
Arms enveloping her.
Limbs wrapping her in a deadly embrace.
And she is just staring.
Thinking.
Taking all in.
Keeping each detail in her memory,
preserving each moment in her heart and soul.
Knowing it would soon be over.

And so it is.

The hourglass is almost empty now,
she is on her half-waking dream.
He began to walk away,
closing every door behind him.
Taking steps away,
away, away from her.
Not looking back.

He got what he always wanted,
her heart and soul.
She got what she always deserved,
her death.

He is lost to her forever,
while her name, he can no longer remember.
She is left alone,
on hollow corners of her memory.

Slowly dying,
tears falling.
Facing her bitter end.

© CMN

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I was idly sitting, pondering on moments that was once lost but regained, things that was once ignored but noticed, dares that were once temptations but taken. I look back on the images that plague my soul, conversations that ring in my ears, and the scent that crippled my human form. I cannot help but walk down that dark alley of memories, once sweet and inviting, now hollow and sordid. And I felt like I needed a good cry, I badly needed one. Just to empty my heart and soul, just to liberate myself from the fangs of the past, just for me to move forward.

Then I think of the things we did and promises we made, of parting songs and farewell words. I looked on how things are now. And that’s when it hit me. That’s when reality bit me.

Author’s Notes: As always, thank you, Jingle for keeping me going. You and the rest of the poets in the rally makes me inspired each time I visit. Here’s an entry for week 38.

 

Nickel screws and copper bolts;
Aluminum plates and metal knobs.
Its stare empty, its chest is cold,
The scientist called it A-2004.

He opened its case,
and was shocked.
Beneath the metal casing,
there is a heart that is faintly beating.

He pulled the memory chip,
watched as a laser beam hugged it.
He was taken aback,
as he viewed ghastly images,
of a long forgotten past…

He saw his face, his smiles, his tears.
He felt his every emotion
on every fragment of memory saved.
He sensed the agony and the pains,
the happiness and sorrows,
of the woman who owned the heart,
and those memories.

A drop of that salty fluid
made its trail on his cheek.
He took the heart,
and locked it on the safe.
Along with the chip –
the chip of broken promises
and shattered dreams.

A new chip was installed,
electrical circuits replaced the heart.
As memory increased,
functionalities were optimized,
and applications were installed,
The scientist killed it.

What he have now is an android,
devoid of truth, of affective fallacies.
It is his masterpiece, CA-2011.

© CMN