I Will Never Write Of Death

It was an easy question. Just a yes-or-no. You choose

neither but silence . A never-ending silence. It doesn't really matter.
I already know what to do. So why did I still bother to ask.

Maybe I hoped to be pained by the disgust flushing from your

face as you no with conviction and finality, would you turn away
when I shatter?

 Or maybe I hoped for your presence. Even that fleeting

presence of saying yes or no would be perennial heaven.

I only hoped...

The crisp of summer had gone. The sweet scent of cherry

blossoms and plumerias from spring had long been  carried away to
the south. And I am tired from all the Idleness of not being with you.

Is that the sunrise of the sunset? It's a sunset how both

of them breath a rage of fiery colors-red, orange, yellow-roving
across the sky; how both are conceived by the lush verdant
mountains, yet are the start of two different times.

A sunrise to kindle the slumbering lonely earth. The rustle

of dried leaves in the backyard, the laughter of teasing childhoods,
the drumbeats and guitar strums on the radio -- all are animated
for a new day.

A sunset to warn that the darkness is about to fall. The

agonizing howl of cayotes, the rhythmic chatting of crickets,
the low voices of insomniacs -- the night is a murderer snapping
out of the life this morning.

You are my sun...

And that's the last time Iver think of mornings and

afternoons. Perhaps you're my moon I had lost to the monstrous clouds.

Serenity...

I no longer touch the ground or fear falling. I walk through

walks without hurting. I wander as a ghost. Until I reached the one
I had always called home.

Then I glimpse of you looking down a glass surrounded with

carnations and lilies and white angels. I come closer to you... I feel It --
you longing for what's inside. I feel it, stronger how -- your need
to caress my face, to kiss my lips, to drink my breath. But, It
stops there: to needing and wishing. Because --

You can never see me in the eyes again. But I see you

with gentleness. I will gaze at your eyes to make you understand
how graceful the life I danced because you watched.

You can never hear me again. But I listen to you with

understanding. I will whisper in your ears the sincerity of true love
and make you know how soothing the melody of my life because
you sang it.

You can never touch me again. But I hold you with warmth.

I forever will.

"When I die, would you be in my funeral?" 

Unexpressed Love

I have been staring at this blank space for awhile now.

It pains me to see myself struggling to express myself.
I wanted to compare you to the sun, the moon, and the stars.
But I do not want to sound passe nor cliche.


I have been looking for the right words to say, but i
seems that I am drowning in an ocean of words. I am at a
loss of words but still I keep trying, I keep looking, I keep
searching...


I have no choice but to say this straightforwardly --
without twists & turns, words will never be enough to
express affection I have for you.


I love you, with all that I am. And I thank you for
giving me a reason to carry on with my life... to continue
going, to continue fighting, and to continue loving. For being
my inspiration.


You mean all the world to me.