Bus

BUS

[ papuntang Bicol hawak ang cellphone]

You are in the darkness
where the shadows fall
You are beneath the seats
where each shoes crawl

You are in the clouds
Hovering above my head
You are in my travel pillow
my temporary bed

You are in the glass pane,
the stain of the air con's breath
You are in the horizon
the lines where the stars will set

You are in presto creams
try cutting it in half
You are in each reflection
I see you at bottom of this cup

You are in the trees,
where each twig entwine
You are in the sun
the heat of its shine

You are the in my T-shirt
you make up the color blue
You are in the sky
giving it a happy hue

You are in my eye glasses
yes you are the lens :)
You are in this seat's plastic sheet
making each foam dense

You are at this bus's sound system
you are each song
You are in my lips
the sweet taste i long

You are in my cellphone
the silent sound on each click
You are in a writer's block
what word rhymes with click? Tick? Lick? :p

You are inside me
Yes the korny part
the good ole rhyme
you're always here
though now a day apart

Donut

When Im here, hear?, do you not?
Or is his voice you still plea?
A deft mountain, i scream at, you are
will an echo just forever answer me?

When Im here, feel? do you not?
or his ghost still make mine flee?
each night, by his? are you haunted?
I'm waving hi as you run inside my mind
-- its just that you cant see

draft : 01-07-2010

I browsed through my articles and found this draft.

"There is more to life, than rant about this puny time that we're lent
we will find someone, that will defy reality, and principles will be bent
It's then that we wouldn't ask why,
what this poem really meant"

I couldn't remember what I wanted to say in this poem, or why I was writing it in the first place. From the looks of it maybe I was trying to write an emotional poem conclusion. Beats me, I really couldn't remember -- and to be honest with you, I couldn't remember my state during pre-Clarice era :) One thing I'm sure though is that the last few lines are prophetic:

"It's then that we wouldn't ask why,
what this poem really meant"

and to be more dramatic I'll repeat it again

"It's then that we wouldn't ask why,
what this poem really meant"

meant meant meant meant...

fade...

current date : 7/26/2011