Your Name

I tend to forget a lot.
I tend to forget where I put my things.
I once forgot where I put my phone, even though I’m just holding it.
I frequently forget where I saved the file I recently wrote.
I also forgot where I placed my pen after a long written prose.
I always forget what page I’m in, in a book I’m reading.
Bookmarks were left somewhere I don’t know.
Words easily drift away my mind, as I’m making this poem right now.
When I’m busy, my mind is in a chaotic shuffle.
Swirling and swirling, it left me baffled.
When I’m relaxed I forget a lot, too.
Remebering my tasks would take a day or two.

But what scares me is that, there’s one thing in my mind stuck and tattooed.
It’s like a note attached with the stickiest glue.
Wind can’t blew it, water can’t lick it, and I can’t unpin it.

And now I don’t know what this poem is about, too.

Kaarawan

Gaano ka man kasaya tuwing birthday mo,
Hindi titigil ang mundo para i-celebrate mo ito.
Hindi mauubos ang gagawin mo,
Hindi parang bulang gagaan ang lahat para sayo.

Pero, pwede ka namang magsaya sa maliit mong mundo,
Tara magkape, libre ko.

Rain, Rain

It’s raining. it’s pouring,
This young girl is crying,
She pricked her heart
With a pen she held,
Last night,
In a poem, she wrote:

“Drowning,
Each time I see you,
Im drowning.

In a vast turbulent sea,
Spinning uncontrollably,
Cold and shivering
Head is spiraling.

Crying,
Each time you smile,
Im crying.

Muffling the cries with each word,
Hiding the pain within each line,
And tears within mediocre smiles.

Falling,
Each time we talk,
I am falling

No matter how hard I try
To push away this love I hide
Your gravity pulls me,
Within your insidious boundaries.”

So, I guess this means goodbye,
To finally set myself free from these painful rhymes.