chasing storms

Written in the middle of a java seminar. Yes I was extremely bored. Held in cebu and all. Didn't have that bad of a time. I guess it was all ok up until HanJiHye opened up a YM window and made everything right, wrong. Or some crap like that people say when theyre not feeling well. Yes, that and when one is insane.

Chasing Storms

i wish i could tear
the sparks off the grain

of my skull that shared
with the creeping rain

run away from the storm
becoming in your trails

can i outchase your form
making out in my mails

if i fall over
in your craters of desire

will it spell the summer
where i am mired

in the silence where you
have broken me over

will i find a new
way of loving never

rgalang
2/22/2007

into the brink

One more for good measure. When it runs through you, you use it, you wring it for all its worth. It's about the only you can do anyway. Nyehehehe. That or sleep. Sometimes sleep is not all its cracked up to be. (^^)v

Into The Brink

and if i go and
bend my broken spine

will it suspend
the bleeding grind

of void to desire
will that satiate

the lonely gas fire
feeding your hate

and if i go turn
around you instead

will the change burn
your twisted tread

seek at the borders
of your disdain

our staged murders
holding candy canes

watch and dont blink
because into the brink
we will both sink

rgalang
2/17/2007

unknown

at the midpoint of writing this poem I lost interest. I was drawing blanks, and I couldnt summon up any thoughts of what to write down. Perhaps its because I really have no idea what it feels like ... so I'm going to leave this crap of a poem unfinished. Sayang I really liked the start pa naman. Oh well it happens.

Unknown

tell how it feels to sit
at the fringes of your love

and mind its fleeting wit
trace around me and rob

the remains of my state
is it an empty crowning

to the endless parade
of these senses numbing

...

rgalang
2/14/2007

dancing with ghosts

This will probably the last one for today. I'm exhausted from remembering all the awful things I've been through the past year. Its not very healthy, picking up a habit like that. Its kinda sad I need to pull up those sort of stuff to write, but I can't seem to find any other thing to write about -- who cares anyway? It's all good baby! All good! Ruuunnnn Bitch Ruuunnn!!! (^^)

Dancing With Ghosts

in places where the shadows
of progressive decay

dance with your sorrows
I dwell locked away

in its decomposing breath
i listen for your songs

there echoes of your death
remain empty and strong

do i remind you to forget
my faint lettered voice

straining for your svelte
spectres whose choice

birthed the ghosts of your guilt
i sleep in acquiesce

and i see through night's silt
there my sadness plays chess
with the phantoms of your dress

rgalang
2/14/2007

escape

I just can't seem to stop writing. Hahahahhaa. Well here is another one, about leaving things behind. More of the HanJiHye stuff I guess. So does that mean we're moving on? I dunno ... maybe, then again maybe not. At this point in time who gives a damn eh? Just go with the flow, its all good baby! all good!

Escape

you hammer your thoughts
across a wall of apathy

into her heart wrought
with common uncertainty

a stranger you fought
will offer no sympathy

for a battle you sought,
felt and will never see

her name you carelessly brought
to a hole in your sea

comes calling back fraught
with the decay of livery

escape from all she taught
let the flood fill the rot
and break the embrace of misery

rgalang
2/14/2007

a time to do nothing

and another one! whew. They just keep rolling out like pencils from a factory. My friend said squeeze the living daylights out of it. What the heck, at least itll keep me busy eh?

A Time To Do Nothing

simmering under the stare
of a sun that never sleeps

with its mistaken dare
twist your bones and leap

fall into the waiting arms
of an egregious feat

dont bear the logical harm
find someone else to hit

wear this pattern in your head
then ignore it and pretend

that fire consumes not the dead
so stop breathing instead

2/13/2007
rgalang

a time for hate

Wow another one! And it took me all of 10 minutes to write it! I am on a roll baby! Yes, really healthy, writing about this stuff. Who cares? It's all good baby! All Good!

A Time For Hate

his cup is running over
with tiresome respite

she picks up forever
and throws into the fight

for the living borders
where nobody toils

stand by the corners
time her while she coils

around the spilled ache
and when she breaks

the spines of his stakes
is it right to feel sate

he bends his time and waits
biding to deliver her to hate

rgalang
2/13/2007

it's snowing outside

Written last night before I went to bed. I actually lost consciousness before I could make up a title. So I ended up making one a few minutes ago. Just here inside the office. Again, great use of office time. (^^)

It's Snowing Outside

through a wiped window
the snowflakes dance

while the world slowed
quickly her figure ran

bent from the lonely storm
the window is creaking

feeding the constant mourn
over mittens missing

the white deluge pleases
the dead sparks inside

the folds and creases
of the thought he hides

as the window fogs over
the snow buries the flowers

rgalang
2/13/2007

meet me on the other side

I don't know who exactly I am writing this for, but I guess its for one of the people I came across last year. Pick one, theres lots of them.

Meet Me On The Other Side

did you see me while i
crossed that burning bridge

laughing for no reason why
over an expanse abridged

i saw you still on one end
blank and shrouded by smoke

where are your scissors bent
pull rancid air in strokes

crawl slow in the middle
and take in the slow burn

you say something riddled
tangled in laces I learn

speak not to make amends
because no
you are not my friend

rgalang
2/12/2007

jeremy's lament

Written for the "masugid" na manliligaw ni Ria. Guy just won't stop. It's been months since they spoke over text message, and he is still sending quote messages everyday. Guy just won't quit. Perhaps he doesn't know when to quit. We've all been there once or twice in our lives. I just feel this guy's .... suffering ... come on man, let it go.

Jeremy's Lament

the line groans full
of clothes now long dry

nobody but him to pull
back socks in the sky

quit throwing the clothespins
into her empty dustbin

everybody knows he should
we can only wish he could

dry as a bone it all sits
old laundry on the overhang

not thinking of when he meets
her across the line strung

and stop reminiscing
of the shirts gone missing

this he knows he should
but only wishes he could

rgalang
2/12/2007