die a little death

 "...una kong namatay nung 2nd yr colej ako.."
-bob ong
i walked a step.
i crushed you under.
i sew my heels
i had to look around and wonder.
rots of mildew
they talk and thunder
my soul askew
my thoughts surrender
my mind crammed , i hemmed
saw and hammered
cut thru the edges
realined the patterns
i stitched and sew
pulled the trigger
dropped the knife
mistook the essence
lacerate thru the lies
of poetic sentiments
i stand and will come up
if dying a little
means having to live
again. (repost from myspace blog dated 03/07/09)

so long

i shall walk on

the days will move on

the nights will fade by themselves

the leaves will shatter in their essence

the darkness will behave as if it had seen nothing

let's not speak of it again

i shall move on

it won't be long before-

it's not you anymore

forgive me.

you had wanted it this way