Pasmado

Pawis at tubig ay sadyang naghari

Sa mga kamay na rosas ng kanyang irog

Nangunang sumubok ang may lakas ng loob

Upang abutin ang daliring dumanas

Ng pait, Sakit, hirap at mga himutok

Mga daliring pagal na sa kalinga niya

Mga kamay na uhaw sa pawis ng kabiyak

Ang madulas na daloy ng ilog sa palad

Habang ang berso ng kantang kay tamis

Ang siyang inaalala

Malapit nang madatnan ang dulo

Ang hangganang babatid sa kapit-tukong pagsasama

Mga basang kamay ay malapit nang magsilisan

Malapit nang magkaiba ng landas

Sa huli ang pawis ng isa’t isa ay sadyang kakapit

Mga kamay nila’y muling mananabik

Upang muling mahagkan ang mga daliring pinatid

Ng oras, lugar, at ng kapangyarihan

Ang mga daliring ayaw maghiwalay

ay muling aasang magkatagpo kinabukasan.

Muling mangangarap na bukas

Magkapiling muli sila.

Blood Bath

Shower my paper with your red ink

For every mistake I make, I gain.

Vulgar annotations stretched across the linen

Transpose, adjust, and leave some space

for a writer’s life is not a perfect copy

A writer’s love is full of mistakes.

But not my love towards you.

Return my work, revise the correction

To hell with conventions!

I call it a stet.

Luna

Marla Papas

11037332_10202654487722329_6878704104748988611_nAs the day concludes,
Your light shines vibrantly,
Across oceans, continents and immeasurable distances.

The wrinkles on your face
Great mountains when viewed closer,
Remind me of everything you went through
As you were molded by a powerful force.

Ridges, valleys, and all your little flaws
Doesn’t reflect who you are,
Who you were,
And who you will be.

Then humanity took a step further,
And discovered traces of water
Somewhat your hidden depository of tears,
Whenever you disappear.

As a mere observer from earth,
I am fascinated by your cycle
Of continuous fullness and newness
And back again.

Maybe your fullness and newness
Not just represents your form,
Maybe it also represents your substance,
Something I still cannot fathom.

Your fullness
Of feeling and emotion,
Your newness
Of perspective and prowess.

Keep me enthralled,
Keep me appalled,
Keep me under your spell,
Keep me still and pull me near.

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