Poetry…in Motion
You hit me the hardest, wounded deeply
Break my soul and destroy my spirit
Crushed me down and left me bleeding
Why do you love me so much?
And treat me so damn kind?
Yet, breaks my being
Tear me apart?
Why do i
Love you
Still?
It’s
Over
Yet i feel
Deep in my heart
I long and i cry
By my side you will be
Friends, let’s not be! Oh hear me
Listen to what i say, dear please
My soul wants you, my heart desires you
Forever this will be, yours faithfully.
P.S.
This poem is dedicated to a fellow blogger https://idolwandererblog.wordpress.com hop in and check his site and you will find out you…
I wonder many times
how you have become so much
part of me i can’t let go.
A trip to the cafe would
simply make it go, all my doubts
my worries fade away.
It might be the coffee with
its soothing aroma that calms
down my wary heart.
Or it could the romantic
vibe in the cafe that makes
me fall in love again.
I guess it would always be
like this, you and me
over a cup of coffee.
I love you, once more and always.
P.S.
If you have been following me for a while now, i guess you would know that this is again a poetic product of me evesdropping for the nth times lol.
It just feels so good seeing people happy and in love.
P.S. It’s the last day of August. We culminate today the Buwan ng Wika (National Language Month) So, i am posting my finale of my short story. Enjoy guys.
P.S. (again) Thanks to a really good friend who was my inspiration in writing this story.
Ikaw
Parang eksena sa pelikula kung paano tayo pinagtagpo ng tadhana after 7 years. Nakita kita sa malayo. Sinadya kitang binangga sa pag aakalang hindi mo ako kilala. But to my surprise, tinawag mo ako sa aking pangalan.
Ngumiti ka at ako’y natulala.
“Kumusta ka” ang iyong tanong.
“You look good”, ang wala sa lugar kong sagot. Kasi naman you really look good.
Doon na nagsimula ang lahat.
After all, kilala mo din pala ako. Yours was a story of a man na natorpe lumapit. Cliche ika nga, but, well version mo yun.
Sabi mo nga ” you are close to being perfect, and i was….never mind”
Insecure…torpe… whatever your reason maybe, it doesn’t matter anymore.
Pasta ang inorder ko the first time we had lunch together. After which we had coffee. Masaya kang kasama. Magaan. Para bang we’ve known each other for a really long time.
We were like long lost friend. Walang adjustment na nangyari.
Nasundan pa ng maraming beses ang lunch natin. Hindi ko na din mabilang kung ilang beses akong omorder ng pasta. Pasta sa Monday, sa Tuesday, hanggang Friday. Red, white and green (I meant pesto) na pasta. Favorite ko ang pasta. Di kasi ako marice. But believe me; yung unang beses na nag lunch tayo, yun na yata ang pinakamasarap na pastang natikman ko sa tanang buhay ko.
Masarap kang kasama. It felt so good and so right.
Bakit marami ang nahuhumaling sa kape kahit nakakapalpitate ito?
Bakit marami ang may gusto ng pasta kahit fully loaded ng carbs ito?
Kahit masama, dahil masarap okay lang.
Bakit laging puno ang bangko? kahit mahaba ang pila okay lang kasi we need to save up.
Parang ikaw, I invested on you… and now, i am able to take it. My bonus pa.
Ikaw and pasta ng buhay ko. Di maiwasan, di matanggihan.
Ikaw ang bangko ng buhay ko. My deposit. My withdrawal.
‘Twas worth it after all.
What is it about you? Truth is, after three years, I really don’t know. I just love you and I believe that’s just how it is.
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You (Bank Part 3)
I finally met you, after seven years. And it was like a movie scene. You were standing from a distance. I went past through you intentionally, believing that you will never (or you never did) recognize me. But i was so surprised to hear you call out my name.
You smiled at me. Twas the sweetest smile.
I froze.
“How are you?”, you asked me.
“You look good”, I said. “Twas the lamest answer i have ever given (I should have said “fine”). But you really looked good though.
It all started that way.
After all, you knew me.
You didn’t know how to approach me, you explained. A dork, maybe.
You said ” you are close to being perfect, and i was….never mind”
I ordered pasta the first time we had lunch. Then we had coffee after. It felt like we knew each other for really long. Or twas like, we were long lost friends. We hit it off immediately.
We would have lunch then almost everyday. And whenever we have lunch, i would order for a pasta. Pasta on Mondays, Tuesdays till Friday. I cannot anymore count how many pastas have i ordered during the first month we were together.
I have tried so much and so many pastas; but i tell you, the first time we had lunch was probably the most delicious pasta i have ever had in my whole life. Weird, but that’s true.
I love being with you. It felt so good and so right.
Why do we love coffee even if it triggers palpitation?
Why do we love pasta even if it’s fully loaded with carbs?
It doesn’t really matter whether it triggers palpitation or if it is fully loaded with carbs. It takes good. It’s delicious.
And you are just like that. You are my pasta; my coffee
Why do we deposit our money in the banks? Why do we take time lining up to reach the teller? It’s necessary. We need to save up. We need to invest.
And you are just like a bank. I saved up. I invested. Now, i am having the best time of my life enjoying my savings.
‘Twas worth it after all.
What is it about you? Truth is, after three years, I really don’t know. I just love you and I believe that’s just how it is.
We started over coffee, sabi ng kanta.
At doon tayo nagsimula …sa kape.
Over americano and cappucino; nagkwentuhan tayo
kung ano ano lang.
mababaw,
malalim,
may kwenta, o wala.
Nasundan pa ng maraming beses ang pagkakape natin.
Hindi ko na mabilang sa dami.
Madalas, kahit nakapagkape na ako,
kapag nag aya ka, oo agad ako.
kaya nga may mga araw na napaparami ako ng kape.
May mga araw na hyper ako.
May mga araw na di ako pwedeng gulatin,
baka atake sa puso ang abot ko.
May mga gabing di ako makatulog; nasobrahan ng kape,
Ngunit madalas nasobrahan sa kakaisip sayo.
Fast forward.
Kape tayo.
namimis na kita.
Nang iwan ka kasi.
(here is the English translation for the benefit of my non – Filipino readers)
We started over coffee, as the song goes.
That’s how it all begun.
Over americano and cappuccino.
we talked a lot; nonsense and folly
trivial things, mostly nothing really in particular.
We had coffee.
I can’t even figure out how many times
we’d have coffee a day.
Funny though, ‘cos sometimes
you’d call me; i’d say yes.
Truth is, i just had one.
There are days when i’d have too much caffeine;
scaring me off will trigger a heart attack.
There are nights when i’d have insomnia;
caffeine overload, i say
or maybe i kept thinking of you.
Fast forward.
i’m having coffee.
alone.
you left me, just like that.
P.S.
From today onwards I will be posting poems in Filipino (my national language) to commemorate and celebrate August as our National Language month.
I didn’t know
how broken I am
‘Till you said …
“I can make it without you”.
P.S.
Inspired by DavyD’s poem RAW https://davydblog.com/2017/03/07/raw/
(Sketch by my 15 year old daughter)
You
You were everything i wanted to be
You were all that i ever had to be
I would give you the world if i could
I would stay with you if i should
Baby, i know i love you, i must say
And i love you more everyday
I wish you all the luck in the world
And i will send you all the love to hold
But baby, you’re not mine
So i keep these and many others in time
Till then my love i will love you still
In the other life maybe, you will.
I love you, it hurts, i know
P.S.
Another random thoughts in a coffee shop as i listened to the story told by a girl next to my table.
