this is not a warning, but a silent plea
Let me tell you about the people I once looked up to.
Let me tell you how their strength was often a mirage.
The way they make the very ground they sit upon to tremble, they will the earth not to shatter before them. The way they trickle the seas with tempests only to haul a sinking ship and empty its treasures. The way they try to command mountaintops to bow, or for the very echo of the universe to shrill their bids.
It is easy to mistake force for power,
a kind of love for violence,
Or pity and compassion, alike.
But remember strength lies within kindness,
in the thick of the twisted verdict and lies.
Back then our partings were always a series of uncertainties. A veil of woeful farewells. We stood by the passing of our indifferent winds brewing the storms of silent longing and hidden cries. A year and a half later I have never known such relief. To let fear be exiled by letting go of our concealment.
Every time you say goodbye, I don’t hear the voices that warn of the irrevocable conclusion.
Every time you say goodbye, I meet our quiet contentment.
“Goodbye.” Yes, my love. See you again.
I admit my awe of superficial things
rendered the fragments of a broken wing
Am I the petals adorned with thorns?
Kindling the embers of escape and reborn
Ever the irony of what I seek
Nurturing mundane desires of bleak
Tempest of temptations born through testaments
Binding my ever-blinding torment
At long last! Was I daunted to the warmth I crave?
Nestling the serendipitous nights and days
enticing me to see amidst the daze
Well, I am still in the “awe of the superficial” phase
In a crumbling pavement
I’m a paper thin doll
claiming the strings of my ligaments
right before I fall.
When the darkness holds a war
shifting to the words I conjure
I rattle against the bars
they succumb as a weapon I use.
Behind my strength, a mirage
above my sorrow, I unravel
true to the glimpse of the battle.
This morning, I took you from a bitter cup of coffee. I warmed my lips to its scalding touches. I felt all bitterness forced down every inch of my throat.
But I needed it. I needed to savor every ounce of acrid sips to keep my eyes open. I needed the pain to erase all numbness that dawned since the moment of my waking. Just like how I needed you. To relish and take on your existence. With each palpitating heartbeat.
Just so I can feel alive.
Subdued in a
“Kneel.” coaxed the bearing throne.
the mirage of
a stunning facade.
Do you dare break the
of porcelain? Dawned
on the shackled
rhythm it had
You could try and prick your finger on a spindle of a spinning wheel.
Legends foretell of eternal rest, but time would never seize the clock.
in a pile of broken
fever reaching full fire.
But no one came to
“Thank you.” She plunged in.
“I have nothing left to lose.”
He could fall asleep and
close his eyes
expecting to wake in
the next world.
to set fires
that would burn the
they’d never seen.
So instead they forget
all that’s done.
Out of the eventide
they got their
was winning so far.
But you’ll see
who wins in the end.