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PROFILE About me Friends (2) Poetry (17) Prose (2) Photography (7) Graphics (3) Postcards (1) |
liyo, 26 march 2012
was it me
was just the idea of it
was it I? in love?
or was in love for the idea of it
on and off, flashing lights
confusing signals, an electric shock
a defibrillator, yes, you said STAND CLEAR!
it was like being dead and alive and dead again
lost souls lost souls hovering on a flatline tone
wading in between
heaven and hell a repetitive motion of cleansing sins
of nonsense penitence of what went wrong or what was meant to be wrong
in a sea of submerged yawning heads, there are two tombstones
one crazy night
when our hands clasped
off, we went to the moon
and I find myself standing there
all alone
liyo, 26 march 2012
let me explore what’s sitting there at the end of us:
an investigation of these sullen walls
which hangs tentatively
between space and time.
a mere memory that still remain recognizable as it is,
frozen mental pictures stripped to its barest bones,
clings on to the last moments of its previous sentiments
against the overwhelming emptiness of your heart,
these images are far from a barren desert.
utterly, it is this inaudible and unnerving absence of your insensitivity
the bygone spirit seeped from a vacuous core
that blends in a new heightened relevance
to these singing, screaming and chanting
splashed riddled colors of black, layers and layers of tears
that would have previously gone unnoticed.
where have you been to?
what were you searching for?
now, can I turn on the lights and try to look what is left behind?
by many self induced pains written on scraped interiors.
silhouettes of hopes, unfinished ornaments and dangling hymns
turned into ghostly reminders of what it used to be.
liyo, 2 march 2012
oh, it was such a waste of time
still longing for you to think of me
as what I think of you
thinking, soon, you'll be mine
quando quando
two sided, two faced
vicious twins, you are
now I rumble
now I fumble
now I tumble
to this confusion on where we heading
a muddy affair
running towards the bushes
a kiss, a cuddle
how soon would it last?
how soon would you change your mind?
a dream, a chance, a possibility,
a cup of coffee, a cloudy day
whirling into the mire
liyo, 29 december 2011
it starts with sucking
the goodness of a happenstance
and end up with
a purple sigh
absentminded looking girl
vanished within
the anonymous cracks
of fortified walls
where both history and tragedy
coincide within
the story of a
blood refusing cannoneer
every molecules of it
will circulate
through the cacophony
of laughter
whims
and silent goodbyes
she's ok,
she's good,
she's fine
just give her some time
my dear,
until there's no more
nicotine turns into ashes
and 'til the bitterness
of the last dropp of brewed coffee
washes the stain
of a fleeting tear.
liyo, 28 december 2011
metro buses
travelling from south
you can hear it
sound waves turning to your right
they passed you by
they swept you
with short goodbyes
fleeting
skipped fro a tip toe
beep beep bashing
beep beep smashing
with your skin
tainted with sin
lacking
of sweet sentiments
growing
with bland insolence
when was the last time
you've seen someone out there
waiting
eyes unwavered
vespering
unfaltered
thoughts meandering
unto the unknown
space, filled with
moving desperation
to be taken away
with you
liyo, 28 december 2011
I could have left 3 miscalls
but I haven’t reached my phone
I could have wrote an email
but I haven’t logged in to my yahoomail account
I could have told a friend
but instead I took the bus alone
heading nowhere
you must have already
received a lot of greetings
from your close friends and loved ones
yet I have no intention
of giving you one
although I know
that you knew
that I knew
that it's your birthday today
but I don't know-
I just don’t feel like it
even the thought of it
makes me cringe
or let say,
makes me wonder
as to what happened
or what was your reaction
on the same day
last year
the year before
then years
and years ago
when I gave u
a present
but you just left it
unopened
liyo, 28 december 2011
Bitterness?
How could that be
If All I can see
Is you, smiling at me
Sadness?
How could that be
If all you can see
Is me, smiling at you
But it’s all just a “smile”
as we’ve parted ways
me: heading from east to west
you: heading from west to east
where have all the stories gone?
And just like that'
a dream
that we both have
forgotten
liyo, 15 december 2011
we both know it’s raining
farther ahead
certainties are already washed and
seeped into the ditches of our failed attempts
how could we still keep on walking
even though these steps are leading us
to the brink of a cliff
how could we both keep on moving
when we know
we will fall into our own abyss
tell me.
You once told me
you’ll hold me for the rest of your life
but while you’re breathing
I felt I’m getting farther and
further into the mist
liyo, 15 december 2011
cause and effect might have become erratic
the lineage of time might have lost its mind
a universe that coincides within a universe
simple as a pebble washed within the river of happenstance
our fates might have crossed in a much different way
but just like a pendulum of a clock
left hanging in mid air
time this time becomes viscous
an impending crime
swimming against the current
a salmon heading to its birth place to die
was it in a dream
that you were what I’m dreaming of?
then that time,
that universe,
is ours to find.
liyo, 14 december 2011
I've been waiting
waiting just for you
my eyes are tired, dull, shaky
yet searching,
every moment, for a sign
a hint of your tip toe
crawling shadows
dripping blanket
pins and needles
a yawning clock
tick, tack, tick, tack
it's not just 12 straight hours
the mechanical twitching and clicking of my nerves
it's more than that
-it's an infinite string of sighs
-an ocean of perhaps and what ifs
stung, stuck, electrocuted
as if swimming against a battalion of jellyfish
so you just never knew what i've been through
and so may i ask,
where were you?
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