Basag na Baso

anong nangyari sa aking baso?

yun pa naman ay aking paborito.

natagpuan ko na lang na may lamat at basag-basag

nahuli pang tinatago sa ilalim ng papag.

bakit hindi mo maipaliwanag?

kung bakit duon yun nakalatag

isa-isang pinagdudugtong at pinagkakabit

bawat pirasong binabalik mo ng pilit

naisin mo man itong ayusin

mangako man na di na to uulitin

di na muli ito maibabalik sa dati

basag at may lamat na syang mananatili

sana ay hindi na lang ito ginalaw

ng magamit pa sa susunod na araw

ngunit sa masaklap na nangyaring ito

di na magkakaron uli ng gaya nitong baso

sabihin mo man na ito'y iyong papalitan ng bago

kung di ka naman bobo't kalahating gago

hindi lang naman baso ang iyong sinira

pati mga munting alaala'y iyong binura

na naging mitsa ng tuluyang pagwasak

mula as mga kamay mong pahamak. 

heads up

i may not be active here but im posting some of my sketches in plurk and in my facebook account.
alam ko rin wala kang pake sa nararamdaman ko. pero ang tanong ay ako ba may pake? siguro oo. so ishatapnao. ktnxbye

when morning comes

as the sun will rise to another day
and morning breeze will kiss your skin
may the view be like the ocean bay
and waves of laughter won't just be a dream

when you wake up to hear the sound of my voice
followed by a sweet gentle kiss brushing your lips
make no mistake there wouldn't be unnecessary noise
looking at you is such a view i really don't want to miss

may the early morning be a special moment
that i know in my heart that is not a lie
thus taking this chance for forever to meant
and that nobody can ever deny

this is you day i know it's true
for my heart speaks only of you
and in my arms forever you shall lie
to kiss and be with you till the day i die.

excerpt from the girl in the swing

how should i seek anything so trivial as comfort?
i would incur any condemnations just to lie
should i seek solace? even for the pain of loss
could i even bear to look you in the eye and cry?

as my pretensions end- so as my demented drive
where i saw reality in all of this foretold tale
cast in the shadows beyond something terribly stale
falling deeply from morn till noon up to the dewy eve

and as resentment eats every inch of my rotting body
the unbearable suffering seems to subside and concealed from shame
thus the chapter of this lonely story shall cease
but the memory of longing may haunt me even in dreams.~

longing

i thought that i could see it with my own eyes
and feel it as i touch it with my bare hands
but if fate has conspired not for it to be true
then i'll spend my waking days waiting for you