Linggo, Nobyembre 25, 2012

To you, you, you..


To you, my first ever crush, whose long blonde hair and tight grasp stops me from crying all throughout Kindergarten, I see you now have a girlfriend and I don’t.

To you, who I think I will still have a crush on if we see each other, I remember how your grandma only trusts me in our circle of grade school friends.

To you, who I don’t even want to consider my first, come on we were on the sixth grade, funny, no?

To you, who taught me that losing the person you like is much scarier than their parents, it’s been a long time.

To you, who I owe the knowledge of what love is not; that puppy love is almost as cute as the real thing, you’re the most beautiful.

 To you, who I’ve been classmates with all throughout high school, you were easily my ultimate crush when anybody asks.

To you, one of my best friends, I’m glad I chickened out. It wouldn’t have been worth it, you are, and will always be a sister to me.

To you, who I’m not sure about what we shared, I think ours would’ve worked out.

To you, who let me tried saving you, you taught me that I shouldn’t have tried saving, I should’ve been drowning with you; that love does not long to change, it accepts. I became a hero for the duration of your broken leg.

To you, who were ‘The First’, we meet again. I finally told you, after our classmate-hood survived four shuffling, and re-shuffling of high school sections. Don’t you think it would’ve worked out better if it started in high school, not college? Well, it doesn’t matter now, you are happy. You were the First. I loved you.

To you, who I would fall in line for in another life, God, you’re dreamy. I don’t think even a prince deserves you. Now you just have to realize this.

To all of you, I thank you. We didn’t work out for a reason, and I’m not even sorry because you all led me to you…

To You, wouldn’t it be nice to go for a long, long walk?
                No, you’re not fat
                Yes, I’d listen to you sing all day
                Yes, you fell asleep.. you've been sleeping for two hou.. oh okay, go sleep again
                Sure, put more cheese than tomato sauce in the spaghetti
                Okay, for you I’d sit in mall chairs as you fit clothes just to be with you
                No, I did not hang up. It was the twelve-minute phone call limit
                Yes, I’ll wait for you to get home so we could sleep at the same time
                Thanks, for doing the same when I’m the one who’s out
                No, I don’t get jealous! Not always
                Sorry, I don’t feel ‘kilig’. I’m sure there are countless of times when I would’ve if I do
                No, I did not wait that long
                Yes, don't worry the rat went out of the room already, get off the bed
                No, you're not yet full, two more plates of rice                
                Right, we don’t know what the future’s got in store for us
                But maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t hurt to wish for everyday with you
                Yes, I love you, I have been loving you, I will always love you
                

Linggo, Nobyembre 11, 2012

For all the working mothers


So we were asked to send a message in a bottle in the form of haiku or a poem, so I made a haiku-poem! I send this message in a bottle to the sea, the Internet, for my mom and to all the working mothers. Her enduring of the pains of life never, even for a second, escape my notice. I love you, ma. 

Endure sleepless nights
To no end she hopes and fails
Only gold in sight

How with crumbling might
She survives to ease their wails
Barely holding tight

Pray she sleeps tonight
And the angel in her hails
Resting from this fight

Is it time for flight
Freedom from these cyclic jails
Hear this woman’s plight