There is practically no distance that can cure this feeling i had for you.
Not even the miles, lands or galaxies,
not even the reality.

As the light shuts i shall continue
begging the sun not to come up soon,
i haven't finished telling the moon everything–
i wanted to tell you.
Begging the morning not to claim me so fast
‘cause when I sleep
I enjoy seeing your vivid figure
from the back of my eyelids.
Begging the time to stop ticking,
as i fear it’s sound
might just bring us further.

Then i hear the wind blowing the whisper,
asking me how long will i keep on doing this
I asked him back “how long does forever take?”
‘cause I’m planning to give you eternity

You're just as close as my nose bridge
That my eyes can always reach
But my lips can never kiss

maybe it had been written in the stars
that there would once be a girl
who loved a boy
who was slowly growing into
a constellation.

the girl waits and waits and waits
for a sign that this love she has nurtured
would soon ripen with age
and find its way
before the boy turns into a blinding star.

she loved him too hard
she forgot how to thread letters
into words that others could comprehend.

the night is not that young
but if given the chance to be with you
then this night would turn into eternity.

i have accepted the entire notion that bending words and changing minds are nothing but a futile vision
but still- i keep on writing

embraced the society's expectations
sends me up high into flying
jumps myself towards the lovely skies
of the Manila skyscrapers
forever seeking the love and admiration
of my fellow humankind
but still- i keep on writing

at this point my creativity is dead and my lifeless words and institutional mind was absorbed by the validity of my pride and the people around me
but still- i keep on writing

broken poetry and helpless memory
formed myself into tripping and falling
in the pit of empty words and nonsensical jumble
of letters deemed and formed as a poem
but still

I still keep on writing.