Cold corners

Hidden deep in the night
At the corner of my eye
I turn my head
To something that isn't there

I walk through the dark in anticipation
But without the usual fear
Because it never comes
This haunting I never see

Even in my dreams it follows
It leaves me cold
I am left distressed
By something beyond reach

Be real, be done
Finish your business with me
Let us both be free
I don't want to chase ghosts anymore

Loving you

What could be more painful than the lies that are never told?
A pity kiss for formality
Hands held for feigned assurance
easing in the pain like fingers slowly losing grip
Words without meaning
Lies that grow real
till they tear you apart inside
Eyes that wonder when truth will ever surface
Eyes that pretend they don't know what's really going on

Why the euphemisms?
Why such lengths to save face?
If you're dirty, then claim your filth
If you're insincere, don't be trusted
If you loathe, be loathed in return
The cowardice and the selfishness

The lies we have to bear
The pretences that help us sleep better at night
The silence that we fear but keep
with wet faces in dark rooms and solitaire spaces

Paglayag

Tama na ang pagsisisi
At ang pagmumukmok
Lahat ng bagay ay may takdang panahon
At panahon nang lumaya

Tuyo na ang lahat ng iyong luha
At matigas na ang iyong mukha
Kinalimutan mo na ang pait ng iyong mga laban
Nagliliyab ang iyong mga mata

Ngayong wala ka nang iiwanan
At ang hinaharap mo ang tangi mong kailangan
Lumayag
At wag ka nang lumingon sa nakaraan

Spell

When the mermaid cries
I fall in love with her song
Fall into the sea

30 second wish

Pictures speak to me
I should have taken the chance
We're left worlds apart

Transition

I walk down an empty street. Noises echo through the dark. Creatures sprawl in the shadows as their eyes watch me move down a solitaire path. They sing a weary tone. They murmur.

The ground is wet from a bit of rain leaving the air with a particular smell. The wind takes the trees for a dance. A whirlwind song: it whistles and whispers, whistles and whispers.

I keep to myself, not giving it to the cold or my cautious audience. I plant my hands deeper into my pockets and walk a little faster. And as to keep up with my pace, the leaves grow louder, they rustle stronger. The wind sings its ballad for the night.

Line

Waiting for someone at the other end
Feeding on an addiction
Slow motion
Dark and tired eyes
Twitching, longing
Bit lips, dry mouth
Mentally moving
Wet eyes
Falling
Sleeping to dream