Your smile ..
Like wine they enter my brain
as though you were a
Shadow I'd have to
Look around and see it
As if it was just
A figment of my
Imagination, floating in my
Head like the red wine
I was drinking opposite
You, drinking and smiling
As if you were from
Another world I'd
Kiss you before my death
Or before you leave
As if you were fire
And i'm the wine
That intoxicated me
And you. And me
Laughing 'til I have
To leave
My memories of you
With another guy
You were smiling and laughing
With,.. I have to leave
But before I had to,
I had to see you one
Last time I have to see
Your smile,
I can't forget you,
Though am in another world
Right now, I see you
Smiling back at me
Though you were clearly drunk
I tried convincing myself you
Were smiling back at me as
If I'd see you again
And I would love to

See you again.

Please. See me.

I am compressed

Earth and stone.

I am

Tree,

Soaked in acid,

And sun-dried.

I am

A house all gray

And dark.

I am

Sun,

Going supernova.

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Care for a cup of coffee ?
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We can have coffee.

We can talk about you,.. me,.. Your ex,.. my ex,..
Or some random topics like music, movies,
Work, life, or death ( you get my drift ).

We can count stars, while sitting on a grassy field,
Somewhere where the wind blows gently,
Then lean on a tree, and look at some
Distant lights and make stories about them.

We can go somewhere elevated,
Look at the city and admire the lights and
Feel the cold breeze embrace us,
Then shout at the heavens, or
Curse, to our hearts desire.

We can go to a long bridge, stare at the waters,
Contemplate about life, love, death and the afterlife,..
Have a furious debate about how men are so insensitive,
How a woman's mood has the consistency of a kiamoi,... or whether
Lozada is a hero or another Trillanes.

Or we can light candles, on a bare and unlit room,
Then lie down on the hard floor and talk about the
Supernatural and the otherworld.

Or we can just sit somewhere and write poems.

The thing is, I'm still looking for you. Drop me a message.

I had another episode of insomnia last night. I started sleeping at around 1 AM but was still awake until the morning that I decided to just take a bath and go to the office. *sigh*

 My insomnia was compounded by the leaking roof of my room. The first drips came at around 2 AM, it was a distraction but not enough to distract me if I can play some music set to a soft level. But at 4:30, it began to drip furiously. That was the time I gave up hope of being able to sleep and just listened to my beatles collection.

 At around 6 AM, at the slightest hint of our landlady being awake, I immediately reported the problem. At this point, my room is already drenched that I can't even find a decent spot to put a foam in and sleep. So, I donned my malong, folded it to make a makeshift skirt, and went outside. You might think that a man wearing a skirt is hilarious, but me donning my makeshift malong skirt is so asteeg, that I look like evil Illadan. Its in the way you fold it. ;)

 So there I was, out in the sunshine, at around 6 AM, looking at the sunrise,.. naked, except for that malong skirt,.. listening to the songs of the birds that I haven't heard for so long,.. looking at a beautiful sunrise that I never knew was visible from the vantage point of my place,.. feeling the cold feel of metal on my bareskin, while leaning on the gate. And the soundtrack of this momentous occasion : Beatles!

The funny thing about this is that I never would have enjoyed that beautiful moment without that %^&* insomnia and that %^&* leaking roof.

Clearly, some good things can come out of our misfortunes.

The Curse of the Cold February Wind

I shiver,
I quake.
My skin,
Cold.
The leaves,
They rustle,
Your wind,
Cold.

Embrace me,
Feel me.
I cannot see.
I feel you,
Cold,
Yet you touch
Me.

Somewhere.
Deeply.
I am fire.
Extinguish the flame?
And the
Desire?

Touch me,
Cold wind,
In my skin,
Flow.
Raise a fire.
Tonight,
Or go.

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Fuente Circle. Cold winds. February. Near Robinsons. The leaves!

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