MAN IN BLACK

MAN IN BLACK                                                                                                                                     
this is my first poem dedicated to my crush.
When i was reviewing in Manila, I was attracted to a guy,
who is reviewing for Nursing Board Exam.
Torpe lang ako at kaya hanggang tingin lang nagawa ko.



I never thought I would fall

to a man in black

yes! black - the color that I thought was dull and boring.

But, he is neither dull nor boring.

In fact he makes me dance with the music - inaudible yet loud.

He is the most beautiful man i've ever seen.

I think I am already a stalker.

Come to think of it, bystanding in the canteen not eating,

just waiting to catch a glimpse of him.

Would this love prosper?

July is fast approaching.

He'll go and I will just be awaken

from a worth cherishing dream.

Black holes

BLACK HOLES                                                         

i wrote this poem to emphatize with my professor and to show the dark side of  
some "righteous" man in the world of academe. Even "righteousness" goes into the deep.

I could not decipher how black a black hole is

I could never imagine even in my wildest dream

Those Greek and Roman gods and goddesses

come into existence

Once venerated

But now they are just a piece of history.

Black holes were once a gleaming star

Like the one that guides the three kings into a barn,

the pearl which the pirates hunt in the Carribean,

the one that gives blood to everyone,

and the food that makes one alive.

The long hand of the greatest historian

strikes into the time that separates black and white.

It marks the end of a masquerade ball.

The light which we all thought of that gives life

now brings the spear into Achilles' heel during the fight

brings the bullet into Ninoy's proud head

and lastly offers the vampire to Hades for its eternal rest.

I fear the blackhole's might

'Cause it can thwart me in just one strike of its magic wand but

I am sure that black holes will also reach its destiny

where even the books can never explain.

CRUTCHES

CRUTCHES                                                                                      
i have written this poem after my mom met an accident. Her leg is broken.
She changed. Easily agitated. But she's okay now.





This word means a lot to me

It marks misery, hopelessness and darkness.

That rainy summer

which I want to be deleted completely

But that nightmare always hunts me

Whenever I'm asleep or alone.

I can see no one

The light seems to vanish for a long time.

I felt something wants to be freed from a pair of black pearl

which have seen how the candle loses its light

My heart beats so fast

It was not love, nor a thing to cherish

I cannot deal with it when it comes

I better be blind when it comes

I fear it. I am afraid of it.

A lot of hands helped

For that candle to be lighted once more

Then from a distance I saw a bird standing on its one foot

Watching, smiling and flapping its wings like she always do

The crutches were gone. I was shocked!

She is ready again to fly and to soar high.