kundiman…

kundiman….

Kung ang ikabubuti nila ay magdudulot sa iyo ng sakit.
Paulit-ulit mo bang pipiliin na masasaktan?
Kakayanin mo bang pigilan ang pait.
Kahit bawat hibla ng iyong pagkatao ay gusto nang lumaban?

Masisisi mo ba ang puso na umasa?
Hanggang sa huling sandali na makita mo siyang mangako ng magpakailanman sa iba?

– zeejester 101118 lunch break

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tula…

Hindi lahat ng tula ay nakasulat sa papel gamit ang mga letra…

Ang ilan ay ihinahayag ng luhang gumuguhit sa mga pisngi…

Ang ilan ay mababatid sa basang unan…

Ang ilan, naitatago sa patak ng ulan…

Ang ilan, sa upuan ng simbahan…

Sabi nila…

Ang luha, pawis at karagatan ay iisa…

Tulad ng sakit, paghihirap, pagsusumikap at paglaya…

Bawat patak…

Oras na inalay sa kalangitan….

Muling babagsak sa karagatan at sa kaulapan…

At makakapagsimulang muli…

⁃ zeejester 05312018 seventeen past ten

he loved painting worlds with his words…
a gift and a curse…

to create the perfect love story…
but unable to live in it…

like how easy it is to write the words ‘happy ending’ and ‘happily everafter…’
yet wake up to a wet pillow everyday…

but you are more than that everafter he wrote…
you’re a word he never knew existed…

you are God’s answer…
to his challenge of writing the best love story…

– zeejester 01252018 twenty two to midnight

unfair…

i read your letter…
then it dawned on me…
to be honest…
it’s almost unfair…
no!
it is unfair…

all this time…
i was looking for someone like you…
when all along…
i had you…
i only needed to look your way…

sometimes…
the love of your life…
turns out to be the one who never left…

the one who loves you…
constantly…
unquestioningly…
still…

– zeejester 01092018 eight to midnight

us?

it was a “two old friends meet again” moment…
he smiled…
she smiled…
the heart remembers…
maybe now?
no…
no words were needed…
they sat in silence for sometime…
a comfortable silence…
they had their chance…
but like most stories…
they only had the courage to admit how they felt…
when it was too late…

letting go of something that never began…

– zeejester 11292017 twenty six to twelve

tinta…

Natuyo na…
Natuyo na ang tinta na kay tagal ginamit para iparating ang sigaw ng pusong kay tagal na inasam ang kaligayahan…

Sa muling paghawak ng pluma at paglatag ng papel, aking sinubukang lumikha…
Sinubukang halikan ng pluma ang tinta ngunit hindi ito tumugon…
Muli itong sumubok ngunit hindi ito kumapit…

Wala na yata akong malilikha pa gamit ang tintang ito…

At kung kapalit ng aking ligayang nararamdaman ay ang pagkawala ng aking kakayahang lumikha…
Buong puso kong ibubuhos ang tinta…

– zeejester 11162017 twenty three past eight

broken road…

I remember you teling me a song you wish would play on your wedding day…
I said to myself…
Yeah…
I want that too…

You see…
At that time…
I was broken..
And the song spoke to me…
It gave me hope…

And here I am today…
Recalling that moment…

That broken road…
Took its time…
But it led me straight to you…

I want that song to pay on your wedding day…
And mine…
Ours..
If you don’t mind…

God bless that broken road…

– zeejester 09232017 fourteen to one