Mga Babae (The Girls)

Mga sandal, bag, manicure, pedicure, mga laki.

Mao ra ba gyud kini ang ka busyhan sa mga bayi prmi?

Manglibak, magtsmis gkan buntag hng2d gabii!

Hala, kining mga babaye, wla gyud pul-i!

Apan, mao ba gayud ang sukdanan?

Sa imung pagkababae…cguro, dli mn.

Aw, wala lang, kining babae luyu sa screen,

Nagpaminaw sa gibati ug nagpaabot

Sa sakit nga sobra pa sa binhud,

Mawagtang, mahanaw arun dli nasab magtukaw

Sa pagpaabut sa sakit nga unta mulakaw.

(A random piece)

This is a Visayan poem.
This poem talks about girls who loves gossiping and doing all those mundane and trivial stuff like manis, pedis and boys almost all day everyday, from night til day. Yet they somehow want to do those anyway. However, this also says that the latter things mentioned is not the way we measure a girl.This poem was made out of annoyance of the physical pain that keeps you up all night (i.e. all girls have been experiencing) and when will it disappear eventually.

ARE YOU THERE?

Are you there?

If you are, can you dare?

To sweep me off my feet

With the irregular hearbeat

I can’t manage to bear.

Are you there?

If you are, then get past the scurry

And to me, please be hurry.

For every time you delay,

My heart shrinks like a fay.

Are you sure you’re there?

If you really are, then don’t tear

My already withered pear

For I’m still hopeful for my pair.

Please be sure that you’re there.

My unpredictable sun,

To clear away my wroths

And fill it with innocuous fun.

Lord, be sure to bring him here

In my vessel so mere

Yet full of incognito treasures

That only you — whoever you are — can truly measure.

THE FRIENDSHIP AND THE OTHER --SHIP

You think you’re so high & mighty?
That you could even understand me?

Have you even tried surfing my soul?

Before concluding that you understand my sore?

I don’t even comprehend

These thousand bruises I can’t mend.

Why do you torture my soul?

This soul inside a bowl.

Can’t you see?

It’s hurting me!

Please don’t be like that

It scares me enough.

All I need is temporary escapes

From the two suns’ capes—

Of friendship and the other —ship.

Give me time to suppress

The —ship that’s inept.

After all, you are the very first one to dress

The word SUPPRESS in kept.

But do not be alarmed, dear.

For our friendship is very dear

That even I can’t dare to bind.

And so I’ll be back very kind

after separating the friendship

from the other —ship.

STRANDED

Strolling through light and feathery life

Eternal happiness like the sound of fife

Contented at one point, feeling infinite

Nothing else matters, everything is definite.

But life is a constant wheel

No one can be blamed here

When at the top, it's great

When down below, it's up to fate.

They are closed, the windows and the doors

Here comes the ride to Tartarus

Is it Karma or just my life as it is?

Always disappointing and full of uncertainties.

"Life is a wheel", is it the world's standard?

It does not apply in my life, I'm tired.

What's wrong with me? I am hopeless.

So lost and dumb clueless.

Lines Scribbled Between Sadness and Faith

I feel my tears swell down my face

My nose starts to turn crimson in color

My eyes get blurry from the sight

My heart triggers a severe pang inside

What just happened? What?

I was listening to this happy song

About a girl who sang her heart out

Whenever she gets butterflies

Every time she sees him

Riding in this floating car

With a throng of men

I can't conceal what I feel

I'm too much; I'm too meek

It's painful, it's really too much

I don't know why must I feel this

All I'm certain is...

I want him to be here

At my side, now, today, at this very moment

But alas, I'm quite sure

I don't mean anything to him now

Nothing was special though

So why sulk?

Oh, unrequited feelings again?

Again! I wonder until when

Well God might give me what I need someday

So someday, please come sooner

I try so hard to smile

To live with the words of God

I can only assume happiness with him

But then again, I'd be happier if he was here

At my side, now, today, at this very moment.

To Sleep

The sweet air from heaven,

Feels a mist of temptation

Whenever I let this happen,

Clouded views turn to motion.

Becomes vague-- bit by bit

As I let the winds slap me while I sit

The exact satisfaction I drool,

I carelessly elope until I lost my cool

I hear scratches behind my ears,

The line above my ears smears

A bright figure comes into view

Alas! It is time for me to wake up, that was my cue.