Before the sun rises

chance

I stare at the empty chair across me
at the empty picture frame
at the broken wall clock that ticks slowly
I think of you

most nights I think of you
you lay beside me
as you hold my hand
and raise it against the fluorescent lamp
you’d squint as the light passes through
the crevices of our interlaced fingers

but I,
I will look at you
the light shining your face
it is perfect
it has always been

some nights
when I cant sleep
I stare at the empty picture frame
at 3:00 am
I think of you
of how you used to squint your eyes
when you see me from a distance
and how you would steal glances at me
and thought I didn’t know you were looking

but I knew,
I always knew
so, I stare at the darkness
and maybe
just maybe,
if I look hard enough
I’d see you here

but tonight
I think of you
just before the sun rises at 5:00 am
when you can only hear
the sound of distant cars passing
the city waking up
and the slow ticks of the broken wall clock

as I still stare at the empty chair,
at the empty picture frame

I think of you

and maybe
just maybe,

you are thinking
of me too

 


Why I haven’t been writing and what I’ve been doing the past 7 months since I last uploaded.

 

  1. I’ve been so busy this semester (being a junior in a university is tough). School sucks. No, wait, Accounting sucks.
  2. I got into a writer’s workshop: The 1st Cagayan de Oro City Writer’s Workshop (and I’ve been working really hard to enter other workshops this year as well). It was obviously helpful, but one thing it did do was that I became too critical of my poems and decided to discard many of them. It changed my creative process and I think it was necessary. For me to be able to write quality poems and not just ‘hugot’ poems. Y’know what I mean?
  3. I have written a lot of poems and short stories though. Was just too lazy to post them. Lol.
  4. I did a lot of painting too, water color. Trying to broaden my art horizons. Also, cool thing I won champion in a mural painting contest in a convention.
  5. I won 1st prize on a flash fiction narrative I wrote! (with cash prize so its LEGIT ya’ll)
  6. I’ve been planning to update real soon but with everything going on in school, I wasn’t able too.
  7. But here I am! It’s the second day of October and I’m starting it right by updating this blog. I hope you will enjoy. (I’ll try to update this as frequent as I can, maybe weekly?)

Right here

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Greg Ponthus

“Stay right there, do not move.
I’ll come back, wait for me.”

Those words keep playing on my mind
Replaying memories, like videotapes
Of you running, and me chasing.
It’s been ages since you left me those words
But I kept them like I keep the stain of your lips in my body
Like scars, I did nothing to earn
And I will wait because you promised
I will wait because that’s the only thing I know
And one day, you’ll come back

And I’ll be right here,

Where you left me.

c.s.b.

 

Clothes

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Daniel Merle

I placed my head on your shoulders
As you wrapped your arms around me.
As my eyelids touched the very fabric of your clothes,
I could not help but think of when all this will end.
Because everything that begins has an end.
Instead of allowing the thought consume me,
I smiled beneath the threads of your clothes.
Just because this will end does not mean I cannot enjoy it.

c.s.b.

I mourn

For the things I have lost
The people I’ve handpicked
But heedlessly let escaped
I should’ve kept them

For this hollow frame
A wreckage of crooked parts
Wanting to fit
But never seem to

For the parts of me you took
And never returned

For all the questions you left me
I never found the answer

Perhaps I never will

c.s.b

Haiku Sunday #1 – Of home

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(Photo is by Lavinia Dada)

Every piece of you

Your hands, neck and collarbones

Seem to feel like home

 

c.s.b.

Hello! I’m going to start a new poetry series called ‘Haiku Sunday’. Basically, I will post a haiku every Sunday accompanied by an art. Follow this blog and stay tuned for more!

For the benefit of those who do not know what a haiku is, it is a traditional form of poetry that consists of 3 lines. The first and last lines have 5 syllables and the middle line has 7.

Like stars in somber nights

The first time they met
He came home with the widest smile
And with a throbbing heart
Beating so hard,
It reverberated outside his body
Filling the room with sound,
I felt his ardent affection for her
And from then on I knew she was special.

I could see her in everything he does,
I see her in his eyes,
Like stars in somber nights.
I see her in his mouth,
He spoke of her,
As if magic was coming out of his lips,

They kept each other’s hearts
Like engine gears,
Or chess pieces
One couldn’t function
Without the other.

And so I hope,
I hope that when the time comes
And the seas will separate you
And the miles will try to break you apart
That you will remember
How good it felt
When you held on to each other,
How nothing really mattered,
As long as both of you
Were together

Like chess pieces,
And engine gears.

c.s.b

This is dedicated to my great friend Prince and to his Abby. Happy Monthsary you guys!