I’ve been reading more poetry lately.
More room for regrets. Give me your thoughts, as I seem to have none.
The recollection of love lost is painful,
but the mere existence of love can be an infinite joy.
Reading old works, apparently, is also a bit like awkwardly meeting yourself as a stranger
dreaming the way your lips touched my lips in a kiss,
praying for all our dreams as they built what we wish
Anong pag-ibig o pagpapakasakit?
Anong paglilingkod o pagtitiis?
silence speaks nothing — To be consumed by words until they come stumbling out, arranged and resonant, unwilling to bow to the closure of strict lips. What is that? Where is it– I’ve written copies, and rallies, and letters YET none of the words that reside in me have my heart, and I’m— Scared. SCARED…
I. that the soul of one person has been desecrated to dust should call to arms a nation’s heart and set fire to a world of sorrow but here we remain, the whole world burned. the grass is razed and the trees are fallen. there is no more fruit, there will be no more gain….
We crawl under our burdens for so long, with the things we carry in secret –but not. Raw, exposed, and undeniable, and denied. I will look back at this and remember that I survived.
if i should drown; quotes for the many days if helplessly in love: L’amour est la poésie des sens. -Balzac I will do as devils do. Fall. -H.S. Leoch I’m sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. -Richard Siken, Little Beast You happened to me. You were as deep down…