Let your heart run wild (poem)

Let your heart run wild
Allow it to love
The way it wants to love
Let it feel
What it feels
No right or wrong
No future, no past
Just the burn of the now

Let your heart run wild
Allow it to love
Who it wants to love
Let it desire
Who it desires
No possible or impossible
No expectations, no commitments
Just the fire for the one

Let your heart run wild
Allow it to love
When it wants to love
Don’t hinder or supress
Do not reason
Do not analyse
Do not assess
Just let your heart beat when it wants

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Untitled (A Throwback Thursday Poetry)

Learn the rhymes of my heart,
the measure to which no breadth or height compares,
words which speak nonsense.

Do not analyze,
do not try to comprehend —
love is not math: definite, precise.

Dream, instead;
float away in the raging madness,
a river who knows nothing but passion.

Be naked from reason
encapsulated in nothing but your senses;
unrated love, pure at earth’s birth.

Allow me to be free,
love unjudged, in shades of gray;
existence in itself — pure insanity.

(01/28/06)

“Slumber” – Throwback Thursday Poetry

To slumber
To rest my body on feathery quilts
To cease my beating heart
To journey into the unknown, a dreamy beauty
To rest awhile from the maddening world
To realize insanity

To rest my heart from an emotional marathon
To cease awhile from loving in vain
To journey with him who loves me in dreams
To realize beauty
To dream reality
To be what I am, until tomorrow’s morning comes

To slumber
To love and love again
To dream dreams
To realize reality
To be restful
To be at peace

(12/4/05)

Daydream

This is the poem that is closest to my heart. I wrote this way back in high school. I entered it in a love poetry contest for a teen magazine then, and it actually won and got me a big bottle of signature perfume because of that. But beyond that, I really just love this poem. Perhaps the best I’ve ever written of all.

I wish that I could see your face
Could see your face before dusk falls
Before dusk falls, and all is black
When all is black, you light me up

You light me up in all your ways
In all your ways you help me see
You help me see what’s good and true
What’s good and true you give to me

You give to me all that is yours
All that is yours you share with me
You share with me all that I wish
All that I wish is see your face…

Remembering the long lost poetry

Lately I have been rediscovering the inner poet that is in me. Was able to “naturally” write four decent (or perhaps good or great?) poems in the past few months, the first of which was written back in May while I was aboard a plane. It has been slowly coming back, maybe?

Then, there are the poems I wrote from long ago. I had setup a blog with some of my poetry so many years back, and I almost already forgot about it. I rediscovered it too, read through it, copied and archived everything. I deleted the blog from the virtual world in the meantime, while I’m trying to figure out what to do with those poems. They mostly dated from late 2005 to 2007, with two more posted in 2009 and 2010. Even before 2005, I remember having a lot of poems written in scratch papers and spring notebooks from way back in high school. Those are probably still hidden in my chest, just lying around somewhere there, gathering dust, being almost forgotten. I might post a few of the old poems when I feel like it, in the next few months.

I’ve noticed that my poems across time revolve around very similar topics – love, longing, or grief. Perhaps those are the most powerful emotions that I encounter that really squeeze the poetry out of me.

I wonder what good these poems will be, beyond their lonely existence on paper, in my files, or online. I wonder if anyone really appreciates them, or will ever remember them. I highly doubt that I will be remembered or recognized because of my poetry. I am also playing with the idea of finding a way to publish them, but I wonder who still buys poetry books aside from myself (and yes, I have a few books of poetry by some writers and some collections).

Nonetheless, I shall continue writing those rhymes and non-rhymes as long as the pen calls and the heart desires.

Twilight

Night
Burning skies
Blazing haze
Enclosing the twilight

No fire
Nor heat
But passion ablaze
And it calls out to you, my love

In this
I am consumed
Until darkness
Engulfs the bloodshot skies

But night
Shall not keep
And by morn
Eternity shall emerge to find me

Tula paminsan-minsan (I write poetry sometimes)

Sometimes I get to write poetry in my native language, Filipino/Tagalog. Will try to translate this one next time in english.


Halika, ulan,
At bumuhos ka
Sa tigang na lupa
Ng puso kong uhaw

Nagmimithi
Ng mga yapos mo’t yakap
Na matagal nang ‘di nadama
At kagyat nang malimutan

Nahan ka?
Bakit kay tagal iniwan?
Tikatik mo’y inaasam
At sana’y muling matikman

Pag-ibig
Magbalik kang muli
At buhayin ang damdaming
Nananatiling naiidlip