Hangal lang ang naibig kay kamatayan

"Hangal lang ang naibig kay kamatayan"

by m.p. macariola

Dinadalaw mo na naman ako

kamatayan,

ngayong nagsimula na ang tagulan,

nakataklob ang iyong mukha,

lumuluha ka kaya?

katulad ko habang

iniisip kung meron

bang karit na nakatago

sa loob ng iyong mahabang mangas,

o luhang natagas sa ilalim ng nakataklob

mong mukha,

kung may puso bang

natibok sa loob ng balabal mong hatingabi

at kung para ba ito sa akin.

ngunit binagsak mo lang ang iyong karit

at tinapos ang aking buhay

gamit ang isang halik

at sabay tumalikod ka't

umalis

di ko man lang nakita ang iyong mukha

o labi, ngunit

naramdaman ko naman

ang iyong luhang

mainit-init pa't

humahalo na rin

sa akin

at ngayon nga'y

lumisan ka na naman

ngunit di katulad ng dati'y

di ka na babalik sa akin

tapos na ang hatingabi at ang aking buhay

tapos na ang lahat sa atin

Hades lament

"Hades lament"

by m.p. macariola

they say im ruthless

with my acts, beliefs

and severity

I, in whose humble chest

only beats winter and sorrow,

I am hades,

the ensemble of pain,

the king of the dead,

and therefore the king of nothing.

and you demeter,

dont know how much

you torment me.

inside me is a harsh winter...

slowly thawing into spring

--it burns.

while I, the ruthlessly pitiful god

could only

watch as i willingly

fall prey to

humanity's most senseless emotion:

love

but what parts us

is the earth and sky,

and so in the underworld,

in the severity of a hundred winters...

i burn alone

Farewell my sunset

"Farewell my sunset"

by m.p. macariola

farewell my sunset

alas. you have burned

me again,

i am scorched to nothing,

i am defeated

be proud that you had hurt me

rejoice at my wounds

and laugh at my pain

I, who was once

among the gods

now suffers

I bid you goodbye,

good riddance as you sink

into the sea,

as you fall

into the forgotten.

and i would not even remember

your light,

you who corroded my sky.

you, my sunset will

be soon eaten up by

the hungry horizon

that never ends until

it lusts for its own death.

and you will never even remember

who i am

as you have never really known me

and i wont remember you either

as i have never really known you

today, the sun sinks in the west

tomorrow it will do too

and it will never end

it will never end

Whales

"Whales"

by m.p. macariola

drawn on the icy screen

of raindrops,

are the lines of sorrow

where swims

the whales,

continuously ramming

at my chest,

to break it.

and swim

in the boxed ocean

that is my heart

have you sent those

whales to set you free,

my little fish?

do you seek

freedom?

even if...

it costs you

my life...

Polaris

"Polaris"

by m.p macariola

I long

to count your

heartbeats and

maybe understand

whats being spoken

during those in-betweens:

could it be

me?

:who foolishly tries

to define what the silence

between us means,

the clamor of it,

the discord of uncertainty...

our unspoken love affair

that you could never know about,

my madness that you could not

understand,

my heart that beats inside your chest,

that you would naively call

as my

folly,

is what i posses as i

long to posses your heart:

a justice as you already had mine

and still you fail to acknowledge it,

you fail to hear whats being spoken

in between my heartbeats,

you, my northern star,

my fire,

my sky

whom i long to hear

heartbeats from

lives in mine

Jejemon

this is one of the shallowest poems ive ever written...

but its funny hahaha

"jejemon"

by m.paolo macariola

May kumislap

sa cellphone ko

nang nagtext ka ng

"eow powhz"

sinundan mo pa ng

"txtbaxkz pfuh plsz"

biglang nanlambot

ang aking tuhod,

at kumulo ang aking

kape

umusok ang

cellphone

sumabog ang batterya,

bumuka ang lupa

nagpakita ang diablo

ginising nya ako

sa sobrang gulat ay

natabig ko ang kape't

nabasa ang aking cellphone

(ngunit di ito sumabog)

sayang naman

Like magic

"Like magic"

By m. paolo macariola

Watching you speak,

i know that

surely

there is magic

the way your words

hover and levitate

against the gravity

around us,

its syllables gently

falling

into petals

that will sprout into flowers

as soon as they

hit the ground

and who knows?

i just might pick them up

the moment you start

brushing your hair

with the sun's rays

or as soon as

you get distracted

by the butterflies

flouncing everytime

you flutter

those eyelashes

and if you ever catch me

stooping for your flowers,

you'd just look at me

and smile.

then surely

it would be magic