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Jul 16
wombrot
Sam Pagunuran Jul 16
with milk-stained lips
and spoiled tears
i've unearthed myself
from the black tar
that is mother

i did not cry at first
then with a punch
she carved me
with jagged corners
sharp enough to hurt

it is not a birth
but an exorcism
a regurgitation
of a rotten heart
but it's still a heart

ba-dump
ba-dump
i am warm not by blood
gasoline fills my lungs
ba-dump, i'm on fire

"ba-dump, ba-dump"
are my first words
it's baneful magic
my mother too hollow
to understand

my arrival is an omen
she calls me "consumption"
i devoured my mother
and spit out the soil
i am sick and i am also full
Feb 2020 · 23
Haiku #13
Sam Pagunuran Feb 2020
my grief, a calm sea
with me who's underwater
with no air, no life

hands facing the sun
slowly reaching for my ship
hoping i will float—

heavy is my loss
far from reach, ship is sinking
a retribution

my ship as my foe
and her fall is my drowning
untimely future

and time stood still for—
my ship, a broken wreckage
leaving me wading

salvation in death
i swam for survival and
no ship for rescue

people did find me
lonely hero with nothing
but my sun-dried tears

captain with no ship
grief heavy like dead body
rolling off the plank

my ship, a ghostship
where i am the only ghost
and my ship's at peace

"sorry for your loss"
how much does condolence weigh
to you—a stranger
for my best friend who left this world too early
May 2019 · 53
Haiku #11
Sam Pagunuran May 2019
Night's deafening lull
cradles me back to limbo—
—falling is release.
May 2019 · 86
Haiku #10
Sam Pagunuran May 2019
Salvation found me.
I will treat myself better.
This time, I choose me.
Today, I started going to therapy.
May 2019 · 55
At Last, Atlas
Sam Pagunuran May 2019
Your eyes are the world
The world is covered
In water
Of rivers
Of seas
Of oceans
No land above it
No land hiding below

The world, your eyes, is
Glimmering black
You are past the blues
The blues got dimmer
Are your thoughts get
Darker

Is the blackness
A cry for the
Universe's unfainess
To you?

A surrender from the
Reckless abandon
You've put yourself into?

An echo of the
Void, the emptiness, the abyss
You try so hard to fill?

The currents from your
Oceans
Are ever so wild

The waves get bigger
As days go by

The waves wash away
Your sorrows, your grief

The waves splash you
Back to reality
Back to uncertainty

And at the crack of dawn
At the crack of doom

The waves drown
The sound of your
Heart shattering to
Pieces like dreams
That turned into
Nightmares

The world is lawless
There are no walls at the ends
The water is falling
The world is closing in

The Universe whispers
"It's time to rest, my child,
Your world is heavy,
Your mind is light
A world uninhabitable
Even for you
Rest easy and
Sleep til you forget
The life you think you
Deserve."
How do you cope with loneliness? I'm getting really tired of everything now.
Sam Pagunuran Sep 2017
You don't want to tell it to my face
But you forget that your eyes speak
And they don't say you love me
And they don't say my name
You won't love me
You won't say my name.
Sep 2017 · 40
Haiku #8
Sam Pagunuran Sep 2017
And I promise you
that I will leave before you
even ask me to.
Sep 2017 · 43
Obra
Sam Pagunuran Sep 2017
"Turn off the lights."
"No, I want to see you."
"You won’t like what you’ll see."
"I’ll be the judge of that."
"…"
"You’re beautiful."

We didn’t do anything that night. Her moans, whimpers and tears are not because we’re naked and I’m halfway inside her. But because I told her something she never heard from anybody before. And she is truly beautiful. For her body was like an unfinished sculpture – uneven in some parts, rough and rigid like she was made from children’s clay instead of marble. I was the one who saw the beauty in it, the first man (and hopefully the last). She is perfect. She’s a masterpiece that doesn’t need finishing touches. She’s beautiful just the way she is.

"You’re beautiful."*

I keep looking at myself in the mirror to see what he sees in me. I couldn’t find it. I tried to look at my body to find the reason why he said that. There’s none. And I feel happy rather than sad because I couldn’t find it. There’s always something different about his eyes anyway. The way his irises are too big and too black like a pair of black holes that will **** everything he laid his eyes on. Maybe he did. His eyes ****** out my imperfections. And I’m glad he sees everything differently. I needed that. I need him, I guess. I’m beautiful. I’m a masterpiece.
Sam Pagunuran Sep 2017
If you want to, I'll see you by the sea,
If you don't, I'll be waiting with cold coffee.
I told you I like you but what I wanted to say was I love you but you told my friend you already knew that.
Aug 2017 · 54
Haiku #4
Sam Pagunuran Aug 2017
A bottle of red
Drunk—I'm seeing stars, I cry—
They were blinding me.
Aug 2017 · 50
Haiku #2
Sam Pagunuran Aug 2017
He asked me to jump.
Free fall—he told me to fly.
*Love, I'm gonna die.
Aug 2017 · 36
Haiku #1
Sam Pagunuran Aug 2017
God is the ocean
'cause he's not afraid to touch—
Me—a wretched soul.
Aug 2017 · 473
Dearest reader,
Sam Pagunuran Aug 2017
I hope you're okay. I hope you love what you're doing right now. I hope that you always make art. Not the stereotypical art of drawing, painting, sculpting, etc. but the art of drowning yourself in science or mathematics, the art of letting go of negativity, the art of breaking the rules, the art of reaching nirvana, the art of letting yourself get lost in the moment or just about anything that is considered art (if it's not but you love it and it makes you feel good, call it art). I hope that when you do something, you do it for yourself first. I hope that when you write about love you're thinking about yourself. I hope that when someone asks you to list down the things you love, you write your name first. I hope that when you find yourself crying, you look at yourself in the mirror and realize that tears don't suit your face. I hope that you always eat on time and don't forget about drinking water. I hope you read lots and lots of books. I hope you're always thinking about the world and its people and how it's still beautiful despite of the happenings right now. I hope you learn to say "no" to people when you need to and be firm about it. I hope you're happy and contented with your life. I hope that when you're in a dark dark place, you're not afraid to call your mom or your dad or even a friend to tell them what's going on (believe me, you can trust them to understand your place right now and never leave you). I hope that when you see people passing by, you see their story first before their faces. I hope that when you make something beautiful, you learn how to destroy it to make something more beautiful. I hope that every day is the best day of your life. Finally, I hope that you receive the warmest hugs, kisses and love from the people that matter to you and loves you back unconditionally.

F. Scott Fitzgerald said, "For what it's worth: it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you're proud of, and if you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over." So live your life with an open mind and an open heart and when the going gets tough, take a moment to rest but don't ever give up. You can do anything. You're here to do it.

With hopes to see you living life to the fullest,
Sam
"Sometimes, it's okay not to be okay."

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