6:04PM
The crickets sound from a neighbor's backyard. It reminded me of when I was fourteen. My life only started when I was fourteen. Everything before that: a blur. Everything after that: a whirlwind.

6: 05PM
I'm running out of time making a poem for a challenge I thought I could commit. I had doubts. This is not even a poem, this is trash in and of itself.

6:06PM
Catching up to time so that I could end this at 6:10PM as if its the most rewarding thing in the world. My eyes shift to the bottom right corner of my laptop: **** its 6:07PM

6:07PM
Why the **** am I racing against time. Its ******* 6:08PM now.

6:08PM
My aunt and her new maid is outside. The maid is the sister-in-law of a colleague of mine. She's the second time around after the first one ditched because they thought she's pregnant.

6:09PM
Okay, I'm pouring out more personal stuff in this website but the **** cares, I just want to write.

6:09PM
I thought its already 6:10PM. Ha, jokes on you time.

6:10PM
Finally reached the finished line, I don't even know if this is about a separation. But let me tell you about it in a short while. Through a poem, obviously since I can't do any literary form at the moment.

Hands flying
on letters she
has absolute command of
she can't even control
the warring emotions
circling in her chest.

For once she prayed,
for the past
of the longing she once felt
when she was fourteen
unaware of the where's
and the what-ifs

For most of her life
she always felt
grounded yet free
but all she ever wanted
now is to be

Detached from reality
she begs for mercy
"Grant my pleas,
give me peace
from this warring
emotions i cannot
seem to flee"

Sweet separation
bind yourself to me.

my love feels infinite.
my love extends beyond the barriers of sound,
moves faster than the speed of light—
my love is strong.
my love is often a burden, a weight on my shoulders dragging me to the crevices of this earth.
flesh burning, oxygen depriving love.
my love is infinite.
often feeling like glass penetrating my skin—
air losing its way from my lungs.
flesh burning, oxygen depriving love.

i crave for the days where I saw you in a different light,
these stained glass moments,
creating delicate pillars in my life  
i miss you is an understatement,
but I love you is too strong
this grey zone which i have always avoided,
because of my fear of the unknown
is now the only place I can call home

moments we shared
like the pair of white-winged doves
that soar above,
suddenly disappear
into the grey sky with a flutter,
without even a goodbye.

memories
of the glistening autumnal moon
of the less traveled winter path
of the long and unbroken intimacy
are all there is now.
i possess nothing except the past
where you loved me so tenderly

don’t tell me how you will caress her silky hair,
how you will whisper in her ears, of how much you love her.

the truth is always meant to hurt,
as your crystal ball
tells the tale
of how it will all end.

but not tonight,
in my own nocturnal dreams,
i rejoice,
where you embrace me in a body lock,
where my lips
press against yours.


© 2021

I crave that which I should not consider
It is no measure of my ability ;
Except, perhaps, the fragility of my heart.
On a whim, I could feel that warm embrace
At once so near and yet so far apart
But no! my life's path leads me away from her temptation
I am resolute.
And yet..
My mind often travels to when we met
Two beings aloof and opposed -
Until the damning touch
Of soft velvet