Burador

 Mga listahan ng ikaw -- Ikaw ang una kong maaalala sa tuwing maririnig ko ang mga kanta at cover ni ysabelle cuevas sa aking spotify. Ikaw ang saya sa kabila ng nakakapagod at nakakasawang routine ng araw ko. Ikaw ang isa sa mga dahilan kung bakit pumapasok na ko ng maaga kahit na kilala naman na ko satin na laging late pumasok. Sabi nila nothing good happens after 2am, pero ikaw ang pinakamagandang nangyari sakin sa ganyang oras. Takot na takot ako sa ganyang oras, pero dahil nandyan ka hindi ako natatakot. Ikaw ang musika sa bawat notang tinitipa ko sa gitara na ngayon ko na lang ulit nahawakan. Ang musa sa bawat letra at tugma sa aking mga isinusulat. Ikaw ang una kong naisulat ng masaya. Hindi ako at home sa saya, nakakatakot maging masaya dahil madali akong masanay sa mga bagay na alam kong hindi magtatagal. Ikaw ang dahilan ng mga biglaang lungkot, biglaang lamig ng gabi, na napapawi naman sa tuwing magkakausap na ng maayos sa umaga. Ikaw ang pait sa shawarma, kung kakain pa...

  i have been in love with the same girl for eight years now.  meanwhile, north koreans position their ICBMs along the eastern coast of their country, one aimed at alaska, another at south korea, another at japan and maybe one eyeing the verdant plains of luzon.  she doesn't know it yet, or maybe she knows but doesn't care.  i re-read kierulf's poem somehow i expected the words to change. you studied it in geology 101, every once in a while a plate moves silently, sometimes violently, at any rate, it effects change(s), the land shifts: it moves to the left,to the right, it claims lives, sometimes. you look at the view outside your window then cry, tomorrow you have to leave, say for paris, or for  ithaca, new york. you return after 10 years and after 10 years the room has barely changed, nothing's new ( except for that musty smell which all abandoned places acquire) , in fact everything is the same as you left it only, you can't tell. not surprisingly, the musti...

  something fell and broke into smithereens inside your  room, your cat might have knocked off that bottle of beer you placed at the edge of your study table. or maybe, it was your graduation portrait, which you saw a while ago uncomfortably tilted to the left, that finally succumbed to gravity. at any rate, you should have stood up, turned the light on and picked up the fragments of whatever it was spread on the floor threatening to cut the pink soles of your feet when you step on them, instead you chose to sit in your chair, and flip through the pages of a diary whose words you could not see in the dark.  many nights ago you felt immeasurably sad. you had always been sad, but that night it was different.  in hindsight, you couldn’t remember a good reason why you fussed so much over something which always seemed banal to you, the ways of the world irked you in more ways than one, you believed everyone you met was nothing but a mere speck: fleeting and insignificant ...