Morning Cup

Lazy mornings is what we do best.
Wherein the lingering darkness
of the night slowly fades into day,
as it lights up the room
that holds us in.
I used to wake up
and immediately scramble
for my morning cup,
craving for the caffeine
to hit up my bloodstream.
The only thing that could get me
through the day ahead.
But now that I know
how waking up next to you feels like,
to stare at your eyes
as they look down at mine,
is more than enough to 
make me feel grateful
to watch another sunrise.

Setting Sun

On the sand I laid
my worn out limbs,
and weary feet.
With eyes shut tight,
arms out wide 
and chin raised to the sky;
under the fading light
of the setting sun.
Measuring the time
that passes by,
through the slow crawl
of the crashing waves;
while it tickles my feet
as it reaches up 
before it backs down.
From feet to legs -
feet to thighs -
feet to hips,
until slowly,
slowly,
everything I am
is covered by the sea
and all I can taste
is the saltwater against my lips.

What's In A Name?

You told me once

that my name

reminds you of Summer.

Of its warm breeze 

and the scalding heat of the sand

against your feet.

Of the scent of saltwater

that evaporated into the sky.

I never told you this,

that your name reminds me of Spring.

A picture of lush green meadows

on the mountainside

and of flowers in bloom.

Of hopes and dreams

that I've once learned to let go.

It reminds me that 

the cold winds of Autumn

and the flurry of snow of Winter

too shall pass,

and in its wake 

shall only remain

another clean slate

for new beginnings.

Frost Bite

The wind is getting too cold
for my hands that are too bare.
The frost bites into the skin,
like pins pricking through the numbness.
But I'll be willing to let  my hand
hold out as long as it needs.
As long as it takes
for you to close the space in between.
Until our hands meet
as I pull you out of the waters
and onto my side.

All The Words Are Yours

*** Since I can't organize my own words into comprehensible sentences, I'll just borrow for the mean time the words of one of our favorite authors, Mr. Gregson.:) So far, this could probably be my most favorite piece that he has ever made. Prepare to have your hearts tumble and fall in a roller coaster ride. :)

Hopes and Dreams

Penny For Your Thoughts :3

Ooohh. Look! Fireflies! ;)

Coffees and Photographs <3

As You Wish. oh fudge. :P

P.S. It's funny also how yesterday, while talking with Rhio over the phone, she told me that she wants to look for a book to read but she doesn't know which one so I casually told her, "Go ahead. Maybe you'll find Tyler's new book (All The Words Are Yours) there.". And voila! she actually did. Hahaha! I'll just let her tell you the story on how she found it. ;) Seriously, we were not expecting to find it here soon because previously, for his first book, we waited for months before we were able to grab a copy (oh the pain of living in a place far across the Pacific. :P). Oh well, it's one of those days wherein the universe actually listens and grants us awesome surprises. >(^o^)<

Wandering Feet

Let your wandering feet guide you 
where it wants to go,
where it wants to be.
Do not doubt its cause,
do not fear to get lost.
Take your time,
and take in everything you can
of this world that holds you.
And when the time comes
that all of these wandering
gets your feet weary,
turn them my way
and fit your body
into the circle of my arms.
I'll hold you tight
and keep you warm
as you tell me the story
of everything you saw.

Addicted to a Memory

I met you in a dream
and remembered nothing
and everything of it.
I remembered how you felt 
so familiar,
even if I can't remember
the color of your eyes,
or how your lips curve
into a smile.
All I know is that I know you,
even if I know nothing of you.
Even if all I have is the memory
of how your hair felt as it
brushed against my cheek,
and how warm your hand felt
as it closed in over mine.

***Sorry again for being gone for a long time. I've been too busy and the internet at home is acting up so I just sneaked these in between my work load today. :p Don't worry though, I too suffered for my prolonged absence because my head won't stop blabbering even as I sleep so I had all these weird and vivid dreams. The only  time that I had a dreamless sleep was last night when I finally wrote all these stuff out with my handy paper and pencil. ;)

Matchstick

I watched the smoke rise
from a small spark of flame,
as it traveled its way
through the lighted match.
Until all of the papers
surrounding it caught fire;
turning a small spark
into a blazing fire.
Just like how
that small spark from you
lit up a fire inside of me
and brought back to life
these once frozen limbs.

It Only Reminds Me Of You

I tried to keep all the words inside
as they each tried to fight their way out.
Soon enough, I was too weak to keep the grip tight
so I picked up my pen and let my hand lead the way
as they make their journey across the printed lines.
All along I wrote of love as I think of you
until callouses formed on my worn out hands
lending the pristine white sheets its blood red tinge.
I laid my heart out as I laid the words across the sheets,
while I gathered up all the courage that I need
to be brave enough to show them to you.
You took it gratefully in your hands
and watched as tears fall from your eyes.
Expectantly I asked what it made you think of,
hoping you understood what I was trying to say.
Then with tear stricken eyes you looked my way,
and like a blow to my heart you said...
"It reminded me of great love. 
Like the one I had.
Like the one I lost."
and with a softer voice you whispered
"It reminded me of her."

Excess Baggage

I've been lugging around this 
heavy baggage around,
this thing that they called
heart.
Where all the
miseries and sorrows
I came across to
sheltered themselves in
and made themselves at home.
I felt like a fraud
pretending that all
the hurts were for naught,
but indeed they mattered deep
as they sliced their way in.
Everyday for me then
was just survival not living,
until someone taught me
to just let the light in.
The stones are still there,
all rattling and shaking,
while this thing
that they called heart
kept on beating.
But living on the spaces
in between is the light
that I've finally learned
to welcome in.

*** Just another day of those weird, meant to be moments. That moment when you were not intending to go to the mall but ended up going there anyway. And you were not planning on buying anything but when you got there, you were surprised to find out that the book you were waiting for was already there on the shelves waiting for you to pick it up. And after impulsively purchasing it, once you got home, you learned that the said book was just released today. Today. Coincidence? Maybe not. Just pure awesomeness. Cheer to the New Moon! ;) :) 

Hourglass

I still haven't decided yet
if it was 
a blessing or a curse
when I first laid my eyes on you.

I was surefooted before,
always the one 
steady at my feet.

Yet when our eyes met,
the ground suddenly shifted 
beneath my feet
and started sucking me in
its quick sinking sand
till I'm halfway deep.

I reminded myself
that this too shall pass,
that it was nothing but just 
a little earthquake 
that will soon end.

But everytime the sand 
begins to empty
from this glass chamber that I am in...

You'll just turn it all around
with a flick of your wrist
and I'd find myself
falling all over again.

Miracles

People milling through 
the wide open doors
of this sacred place,
filling every space
with each of their own
hopes and dreams,
of their desire in
witnessing a miracle
even just for once
in their lifetime.
I'm way too far from 
being pious,
but I too have always
been hopeful,
even if there are times
when I am more doubtful.
Everyday there are miracles
waiting to be seen,
to be noticed,
to believe in,
and everyday I try my best
to give them the attention
that they deserve.
I almost stopped believing 
in miracles before,
but it was you who reminded me
that they never,
not even once,
ceased to exist for me.

Foolish Heart

Is it foolish of me 
to believe,
to hope, 
to wish,
that this story 
we've written
on these blank sheets,
could ever 
live,
strive, 
and survive,
beyond the thin line
that stretches
in between,
between the edges of
reality and surreality?
Strike me on the cheek 
if you will,
if you wish to wake me up
from this foolish dream,
or if you will not,
then cover my eyes
with your hands
and just let me sink
into a deep slumber,
under deep.

Chasing Pavements

I've laid my heart out on the pavement
and let it play its music for the people to hear,
never asking nor begging for anything in return.
Some took the time to stop and listen
before they move on with their own lives.
While others carelessly tossed their coins
as they pass me by.
Rain poured and the people started thinning out,
leaving me alone on the pavement 
that I've  come to know as home.
Then you walked by and saw me there
all freezing and shivering against the cold.
Without a word, you took out your scarf
and wrapped it around my quivering body;
And for the final touch, 
left your black umbrella over me.
Unable to speak, I was not able to say 
anything to you as you went on your way,
until you reached the corner of the street
with your raincoat flapping against the wind.

Omen

My feet wore a path 

on these creaking floors,

from circling around

inside these four walls.

I got sick and tired

of the noise,

so I decided to tear down the walls;

hoping that once they fall down

You will come around.

But when all of the walls crashed 

and burned into ashes,

I realized that all along,

I was just an island

surrounded by nothing else,

but of the sky and the sea

with the birds as my only company;

whilst the disappearing view

of your bobbing raft

battling the sea

vanishes from my sight.

My mind would rule my heart

I didn't pay attention to the light in the dark

It left me torn apart

But now I see your tears as an omen

What Can I Do?

Life throws too many questions 

at my feet,

but I'm running out of breath

and out of words

to keep up with it.

Everyday I try to 

make the most out of

all the seconds, minutes that I have.

But when the night closes in

and once again

I'm alone inside my room,

I suddenly feel this emptiness inside.

And when life asks me,

what the reason could be?

Would it be presumptuous of me to say

that all I could think of to answer

is you?

What can I do to make you love me?

What can I do to make you care?

What can I say to make you feel this?

What can I do to get you there?