I know when the sun sets
You’ll tell me you love me
When no one’s looking and what’s left is
Our bodies etched between what ifs and regrets
I know when you stare
Those eyes will haunt me till I sleep
When your touch has left marks everywhere
Like secrets we never can keep
I know when you smile
It’ll be too late for me to step back
It’s a whirlwind, it’s a blackhole
Itching past the blinds before they turn black
I know when the morning comes
We wouldn’t even speak
Who am I and who are you
We’re two people unlikely to meet
I know when you leave
I’d feel numb to my core
You were bad, you were good
And here we are wanting more
I was never good at it and never dwelled on it up until I was in college.
My cousin died of cancer at the age of 20. He was a second year nursing student back then, and he used to write beautiful poetry. He wrote about his classes, his experiences, even his sickness. He wrote about leukemia and how it managed to consume his body as time passed on.
I went to the same school he was in, and i didn’t really expect that poetry would become my medium after writing prose in elementary and high school. But I guess, it stuck because it was something that reminded me of him. It was something that I could say we had in common. It was… Kuya’s thing.
I’ve written almost 50 poems in the past five years, about love, lost, longing, school and whatnot. I don’t really let a lot of people read it because some are too personal. But isn’t it what writing is all about? Conveying an emotion, telling a story, exposing your roots?
Not for the guy I met in April
With the sideburns and a smile
I was naïve, it was exciting
To have locked unto his eyes
He was smart, he was charming
But he was blunt to my demise
and in the end, it really was nothing
but a girl’s first crush in a while
Continue reading “I don’t write poems anymore.”
I am not proceeding to med school right away.
I think I have written a post about this before but I can’t seem to find it. Or, I deleted it for some reason. But yes, here it is again, the topic is out in the open and I have a lot of reasons as to why I am not proceeding to med school right away.
Continue reading “MEDSCHOOL BLUES.”
i uttered as I saw his tall physique
he was leaning against the table
his eyes scanning the pages of his book
his eyebrows; thick and shaped, so perfectly well groomed
furrowed as he looked up at me in annoyance
i waved my hand to say nothing as he rolled his eyes at me
flipping the pages of his book looking for the facts he needed
he had a great passion for learning new things
he’d immerse himself in the defintions of medical conditions
that it amazes him every time he makes a discovery
and I watched him in awe as he smiled like “Eureka!”
and that is when I thought to myself
i wish I could find a guy who’ll look at me the way he looks at books