Poetry about the moon and the star I see every night if the weather is calm and the night is quiet.
I thought of those tides
That I have been hugging a couple of times,
There was you who shone the light;
Even before I noticed you sparkle
To those nights when the ocean glitters.
I thought of those phases
After the sun share his heat to me
Thinking it was the brightest
As I was blinded by its rays;
Still there was little twinkles from you—
Appreciating my quarters, halves and crescents.
I thought of those journeys
Of the shipmen crossing the vast seas
They were fate-less, having sad sirens
Echoing above the harsh waves they saw
But I gave them light, you gave them direction.
From then on, clouds paved the way;
Oceans sang the rhythm of our gravities
Keeping us close and never the ship
Will sink and lose her navigation
And I thought of you and me– destiny.
You’re my north and I your south–
The ends and our beginnings–
That our love shall flow
And our Earth is the witness
Though seasons will mellow
I thought of you and me– forever.
To Vie & Elian.
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Fill me with fine sand, like I’m an hourglass. In that way, I can decide how slow, how fast will the time pass. I decide when to go upside down. I decide when to end and start all over again.
Fine sands, without any traces of tiny rocks.
Fine sands, without any traces of a droplet from the rain you danced with.
Fine sands, without passing all your sins inside it.
Fine sands, so that I may feel that everything will just be fine, though the gravity decides to pull every bit at 9.8 m/s², whatever the numbers would be.
I will decide the time to not let you waste it. The time that you will be honest… it’s what you owe me. Until then, I can say your time is up, unless you put more and make the most out of it.
I’m in the middle of the road, seeing headlights approaching, I spread my arms trying to embrace it,
until the light over my head turns red… turned green again.. and there was orange. I wish I had my death that time.
I’m on the edge of the cliff, seeing the vast sea approaching, hugging… even smashing big rocks below. I spread my arms attempting to fly and fall and it starts raining. I then just realized I was drowning inside that my heartbeat is more trembling than the thunder I am hearing right now. I wish I had my death that time.
I wish I had my death those times. I was in the middle, in the climax where I suppose to have a sweet tragedy, to get rid of the noise… to hear silence… to breathe the dead air.
I crossed the other side of the street instead. I stepped back and turned to the high mountains instead. There are more intersections to pass, more hills to climb, more valleys to cross and more wisdom to take. So I decided to restart all over again.
In an instance that I will look at you,
don’t look back,
act like we’re just two strangers
walking under one celestial body.
In an instance that you will look at me,
I’ll act that you’re just a kid,
curious about everything the world has.
In an instance that we looked
at each other eye to eye,
like everything would be like in slow motion,
we’ll just act we don’t need each other’s arms…
like we just feel normal
and used to have that missing piece inside;
and accept the fact that these instances
will never lead to a happy ending story.
I’m just tired of feeling
that I should belong to you
or it will be magical to have you.
I’m tired of feeling hurt…
of feeling unloved.