Poetry

TAGALOG: Original
Sabi niya, “Isa ka sa isang milyon,
at walang sinumang makakapagpalit
sa pagmamahal ko sa’yo.”
Tama nga siya
walang nakapalit sa pagmamahal niya…

she wasn't my first best friend but she was my first best friend. she's the most important cog in my machine, the girl i'd do anything for. i want to be her bestie forever forever.

The road less traveled

our road.

Maybe I've overlooked this

key detail 

in all the auditioning-anger-mess:

Music is supposed to make people happy.

To bring people together,

From the fire comes the phoenix,

Burning bright.

She soars into the night sky,

What a sight.

But the wind blows her down, down, down, 

 In the darkest of hours, may there be light.

May the war turn to peace, and let there be love.

For a world forged in hatred and warfare shall fall.

So let there be joy,

I watch videos of award ceremonies when I feel empty

And I look at the shiny gold

At the nice suits,

And I convince myself that 

That's me in those suits!

So I got in.

So I got in!

Isn't that a good thing?

I was expecting it.

I knew I would.

What chair?

I'm scared to ask

I know the answer

Third of December, a day I could never forget.
I hold onto the sweater that was meant for me.
I ran to you, excited to share my day,
but your eyes were fixed on her
while we talked.

It all started with the big bang — the mighty "thwack"-ing noise that connected my body to the prickly embrace of the wood chips below. My descent from the jungle gym was far from graceful, solo mission "rescue Mr.

Do you

Ever feel like

You are drowning? I do

Late at night, music that echoes

My soul

I want to cry

I want to let it out

Each tear

A reminder of my failures

Each tear 

Filled with my fears

Each tear

A bottle of sadness 

Maybe anger

I want to cry

But why?

Is the question I'll play on repeat

Because there wasn't really 

Anything special about you

Was there?

At least I can say I tried to like you