To paint

You create masterpieces,

Shaped my world only with your stare.

 

If I give you a canvas, what would you paint?

I knew you’d pick a few colors 

With shades I’ll never know

Would it be the vibrant ones? 

Or those that make everything dull?

Maybe you’d get a brush or a few

Then a water-well and a towel

And this blank canvas will soon tell a story

From brush and techniques I’ll never know

 

You almost did it. You had it done;

Had handpicked the colors,

Had canvas in front of you,

Had water-well to change tones,

Had a towel in case something drips, and

Had the brush in your hands!

 

You know, I could have been your artwork

But the paint did not touch the brush

And the canvas never felt any brush

Kulang at kapos

Kumbaga sa isang nobela

Ako ang kabanatang hindi nasundan

Ang librong hindi mababasa ng iba

Ang storyang hindi nakarating sa dulo

 

Sa pelikula, ako ang eksenang hindi tinapos

Minsan ako ang eksenang nagawa

Nagawa at hindi isinama sa pelikula

 

Ako ang kulang. Tayo ang kapos.

Iba raw ang kulang sa kapos

Nandyan pero hindi sapat, kulang

Hindi talaga, wala talaga, kapos

Kinulang ako kaya kinapos tayo

Pero sana binuo mo ako

Iwanan mo na ako

Kung ubos na ang pagmamahalan

Kung maninitili lang dahil sa awa’t konsensya

Tumalikod ka na’t maglakad na papalayo

H’wag kang lilingon pabalik

Parang awa mo na, dumeretso ka lang

Sinanay mo akong ikaw ang laging sinasandalan

Ngayon ay kailangang sanayin ang sariling

Makita kang nakatalikod, malayo

Umpisahan mo na ang paglalakad

Alam kong matagal mo nang inaantay

Ang lakbay na hindi ako ang kasama

Sudden thought

Here comes the time of the day

Where this one thought will pop

Keeping the whole train wondering

If this thought’s from thinking of you

Or if this thought leads to you.

I would fight myself for this alone

Without having to wait, 

But force a way for the answer

And the answer has always been none of the two

Just the usual maybe you are my every thought

 

“What’s the thought?” You may ask

And I’ll give you a smile for an answer

You’ll raise your eyebrow, pleading

I, of course, will notice and I know

I’ll have to brush it off, to step back, to stop

“He isn’t interested” I’ll say to myself

 And that’s the thought that never goes away.