Forced Sunsets
Been waiting for something
never sure of coming.
I’m passing in this halls
It’s us that it reminds
Drowning from this sick thoughts
Mind taken photographs
Starts to wonder if it’s true
That you came here for me
It’s only a few hours
But in my mind for nights.
Hun, I’m now sick of it
I’m ending this bullshit.
Calm. Placid. The river of love rages with emotion. Yet…
On The Ball is a poem written by Kevin Rein…
Wag matakot magtiwala at mag-umpisa
Dahil ang bawat umaga
Ay panibagong simula
At ang bawat simula
Ay panibagong pag-asa.
The “One, Two, Three Deluxe Pay Toilets” which although cost more than most other pay toilets was distinguished by its cleanliness, attendants, extra soft wiping paper, newspapers and magazines in every stall, a small buffet supper, moisturizing cream, lounge slippers, and an ingenious system of pricing that pay toilet companies had until his time not thought of; discounting, depending on what your business was.
Water and oil don’t mix.
Not much use trying to fix.
I still hear the silence
of my heartbeat
and unspoken loneliness
which still cages me
in dark isolation
