Shoes at my feet

I stood in the crowd
amid pants and dresses,
black suits,
white pants,
cocktail dresses,
evening gowns,
that scenario.

My head feels heavy
full of pins and frills
my face feels stiff
painted with a smile
graceful moves
walking serenely
up to the very tip
of my stilettos

From there
I walked
I waltzed
I carried my blistered foot
I never sat
I danced
I curtsied
fancy that, for a girl like me.

I saw something
underneath the
blanket of stars.
How I wish I could go there
How I wish I could run
How I wish I could show
the shoes at my feet.


-July 3, ‘08

Mirror in the dark

There is a storm outside
Raging and screaming
The thunder came, along
With its lightning
Shaking the walls
Of this run-down apartment

The lights went off
Swallowing the room
Into total darkness
Walking ahead, until
The light flashes
Halted into a stop
Inches from my face

Cries of pain
Accompanies the wind
The rain of tears
Came showering through
Held up the shivering hands
Touched the face
The ‘me’ I see in
That cold mirror in the dark

Before the pain
Hitting and scorching
Before it came along
With tears as its pet
Sadness wells
Inviting its self to come over

As the light disappears
On the very room I stood
The total darkness
That surrounds, till then
The lightning flashes
Stared at the figure
A reflection in the dark

Vanity projects
As I refrained to see
These drops of tears
Running down my cheek
Withdrew these shivering hands
From there, my face
The ‘me’ I had forgot
From that cold mirror in the dark

The rain stopped,
The storm left,
Taking away
The sadness and pain
Leaving with
Its thunder and light
I turned back and let go,
That cold, cold mirror from the dark

I'm Here

I remember the times
We walked by, hand in hand
Our hearts connected, bonds unbroken
Then came a cut, deeper it penetrated
Till you and I were miles apart

You tried to reach me
The instance I became blind
I did not hear, nor would I budge
In those times,
Have you cried?
Have you felt abandoned?
Why did a time like that come?
Why do you have to fall apart?

Is it too late to say I’m here?
Even if were not together anymore
Even if the night is your day
Even if you’re on the other side of the earth
Let me tell you, even if it’s too late
Let it not be too late
I’m here for you

And now, I feel so alone
I’m stressed
I’m depressed
Are you there still?
Have you forgotten about me?
I felt what you once felt
And now, you’re plagued by the same disease
I can’t help but blame for this whole mess I started.

I feel for you in times you’ve been like this
I feel it now, the pang of loneliness
The pain of depression
The wish to fall apart
Let the earth swallow us whole
Lest, let me hear,
Is it not too late to say I’m here?

Is it too late to say I’m here?
Even if were not together anymore
Even if the night is your day
Even if you’re on the other side of the earth
Let me tell you, even if it’s too late
Let it not be too late
I’m here for you

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I waited for this day
for you to be seen
I waited for the moment
your eyes met mine
As the moment reaches
the crowd blasted in
yet I see nothing more
but the face you owned.

The day went by
without one hello
night came ringing
I lay down below the open sky
watching the stars
up like little gems.
I lay upon this with you
yet you cannot feel
what my heart denies

The night ended
all was just a dream
I did not see you at all
but just the shadow
of what had masked
yourself.


-January 11, ‘08

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Wake up
It’s already morning
look at outside,
the sun is peeking
the night is diminishing
the start of the day
has already sets its mark

Wake up,
It’s getting late
half of the morning
is already gone
another half is ticking
ready to be off

Wake up,
I know you don’t want to
but now isn’t the time
to slack off
the sun is already
at the top
making the bright morn
into a hot noon

Wake up,
time’s up
I’ve been waking you for a whole day,
get some rest,
for I’ll bug you again,
the next dawn


-November 28, ‘07

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Don’t rain
It’s not just my lack of umbrella
Nor the thought of being stranded
Although it might be confused
Like merging two different worlds

My mind is clouding
I’m lacking the visibility
I’m tired with all these problems
I cope with every other day
My visions are blurred,
And little drops of water are starting to pour

Now, here I thought
While the rain is in downpour
While I’m drenched in this flood
What is it that I’m mad about?
Little unexpected problems,
Encountered almost everyday?
Or the long-term products of my thoughtless actions?


December 3, 2008

My days of the week

Monday,
I’m melancholic and sad
all I have are work, work, work
But though, I’m here
I know still, in day’s time
I’ll see you again.

Tuesday,
How I hope I could bump unto you
How I hope to catch a glimpse
of your wandering soul
but still, I know I expect much
from someone who disappears
so easily.

Wednesday,
My prayers are heeded,
I saw you once more.
Once, twice, no matter how many times.
I could just stare if not only
for my vanity and pride

Thursday,
yesterday’s happiness
seemed to overflow,
my desire is nothing more
but a speck of dust.
Though it is so,
it’s fine, I could still
offer you a smile
over hallway encounters.

Friday,
Again, it’s a day of completeness
I look at you, you look at me
then you nod and look down
down to your goal
down with your murmurs
and complicated terms.

Saturday,
I began to doubt
my own existence,
maybe I’m a ghost
maybe it wasn’t meant to be
yet maybe, you don’t
really know what I really feel

At last, it’s Sunday.
Another day, another week.
tomorrow would be another day
would you ever see me
in the light the way that I could?

-August 14, 2008