“I”: A Tale of Depression
I know I can,
But sometimes it gets in my head:
I wanna give up.
I wanna get that knife,
Struck it in my throat;
But I’m afraid of blood.
I wanna get that rope,
Hang myself somewhere;
But I’m afraid of heights.
I wanna get that poison,
Gulp the whole bottle;
But I’m not to brave to do it.
I need to hold on
To someone who can save me from
All of these mess;
Someone I can sit with
In this vast of quietness
And depression and loneliness.
But I guess I’m alone.
I will deal with everything myself,
Me and I.
I thought I was strong
Maybe I worried too much
That’s why until now I’m afraid.
I guess I will run away
Relax my mind and shoulders
And leave the world away.
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The Zero Calorie Adventures of Milk & Coffee
This is actually a dream come true!
Last July, I opened a new domain on wordpress to give space to my much awaiting comics, which is The Zero Calorie Adventures of Milk and Coffee. It’s a bunch of Filipino (Tagalog) comic strips that focuses on the friendship of the characters Milk and Coffee and friends.
The story line came out of no where, when I kept on wearing my weird shades and I started drawing my mini me. That’s explain why ‘Coffee’ had this bug-eye/heart-shaped shades. While the other characters are based on people I encounter and some friends.
The comics is in Tagalog, so sorry for the English-speaking fellas who are following me. It’s actually a risk because I don’t have an idea how it will go since I’m never familiar with the local SEO and how the new site’s Google ranking will climb up. Plus the fact that it’ll be composed of mostly images, I think it will be a great challenge for me.
But anyway, to my Filipino friends here, please support The Zero Calorie Adventures of Milk and Coffee. I’d appreciate it if you will follow and like our posts both on blogs and Facebook.
Just kindly go to these link and hit like:
Milk and Coffee Adventures – Twitter
Milk and Coffee Adventures – Facebook
Milk and Coffee Adventures -Website
Thank you so much!
This blog will never close, by the way. I have plenty of poems to share to you, so please, please stay tuned!
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Sunday
I started taking drugs
And drinking alcohol.
Nobody calls or texts
To say one ‘Hello!’
I don’t know what’s going
In our crazy world.
I pray but I don’t know which god
Will grant me life to you.
What kind of demon are you
Living in my body
It seems you can’t escape
From my callings
I hate to say this
But I think you gonna rot there
I’m alive,
I will survive.
My love is a Sunday
Of my weekdays
Not a Friday
Or Thursday
My love is Sunday
It’s a sweet day
‘Cuz baby I turn happy.
But when you’re gone.
It’s like Monday.
You’re a Sunday, You’re a Sunday
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Empty Frames
I think this is the first time I’m going to publish a draft/unpolished composition. I don’t usually do this, but hope you find it cool! Please leave your feedback on the comment section.
Here it goes:
Title: Empty Frames
By: Francis Moje
Youtube Link:
There’s a picture of us together;
They are not on the wall.
They say I keep on imagining,
But I think they’re wrong.
You and I have a photo
That we keep in here.
That’s the way you say
“‘Cuz our love our is intangible.”
Empty Frames (4x)
“Don’t listen to what they say”
Better if the world is the two us.
They will say what they have to say
But the love is with us.
You and I have a photo
That we keep in here… (in our hearts)
That’s the way you say
“‘Cuz our love our is intangible.”
Empty Frames (4x)
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Stolen Canvas
Title: Stolen Canvas
By: Francis Moje
I searched around me
And I found your smile.
I thought it was just my fantasy;
A mysterious dream of mine.
But you were real.
I knew it from your touch,
I knew it from the taste,
And the sweet smile of your lips.
When you came to me,
The colors were everywhere.
We struck the brush
And all things were painted.
One sunny morning, though,
No trace of your embrace.
I thought you just left
But something made it really hurt.
You were here last night
But suddenly you’re gone.
I knew there was someone
Who just took you away.
I called your phone;
He answered.
He said you were not there
But I didn’t believe him.
That sound in the background
I knew it was you.
‘Cuz I could hear you breathe…
I could hear your breathing
It was the music to my ear,
But he was denying it to me.
He took you away
Leaving nothing for me.
It was a sudden death to my heart
Now that the daylight set us apart.
You’re with him now
And I’m alone in the dawn.
The painting of us
Turns to black and white,
And thus he came
He put a line between us.
I called this love
A miserable one,
A forbidden one,
A Stolen Canvas.
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Every Morning Hurt (Part 3)
Title: Every Morning Hurt Part 3
By: Francis Moje
Is this really going to be the last night,
The last moment with you,
Or the start of everything that’s new?
I couldn’t wait for your answer any longer,
‘Cuz every time I prayed, this is what I always ask.
Now, this moment has finally come I wanna listen.
Don’t be afraid to say what’s true.
Words won’t hurt me if it’s coming from you.
Nothing compare to the hurt I feel every morning —
That’s when you leave me and when you’re with him.
It takes more than pain killers
Just to get rid of these morning thorns and stings.
I look around the house, no picture-in-a-frame of us.
There’s nothing to hold on to or dispose
No matter what things happen.
We’re just a pigment of the night, anyway.
It could stay or maybe not.
It could last or be painful all the time.
Maybe I should start telling you what I really feel.
But every time I wish I pull my tongue back
I couldn’t say good-bye — I won’t!
You should know that here in my heart,
The best part of me is always, always you
And I couldn’t say “I wish none of this happened.”
Everything that made me is crashing down, though.
I feel so restless thinking about you.
My soul is burning, I don’t know what to do.
It seems that every morning lasts longer
And vision starts to fade even the sun is getting brighter
And sky is getting clearer and clearer.
I want no one, but you
Would there be any way to forget you,
I don’t think it’s going to set me free.
But should every morning hurt again,
I beg you to stay this morning.
Don’t ever go again.
But if your heart tells you that you must
And that you really love him more than anything
And, most importantly, more than me;
Then, let’s stop all of these —
The pain, the laugh, the smile,
The nonsense of all things if you tell me if you don’t love me.
I will just live in a fantasy where
Every Morning won’t come any more —
There’ll be just the night, you and me.
I will just live the dream like all the nights,
All the nights that we’ve been through,
Despite the fact that after it, the morning will hurt us me again.
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Thanks for reading! Read part 1 here and part 2 here! Enjoy!
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Every Morning Hurt (Part 2)
Title: Every Morning Hurt (Part 2)
By: Francis Moje
I won your heart in the middle of my pain,
But when the pain was gone you were gone too.
I thought I lost everything that day,
Until you were giving me a glimpse of hope.
Those were just glimpse, though.
I didn’t see it as a stable beam of light in my chest.
Your effect is like a drug to me every daylight.
I see things about you even when you’re gone.
Sometimes I see you at the corner of the room,
Sometimes you’re sitting in the lawn,
Sometimes you’re walking around the hall,
But in my heart and mind you never, ever leave.
I feel like a victim in this crazy little world.
We drunk in the same glass of champagne,
Ate on the same plate and with one fork and knife,
We almost shared every smile and laugh,
But only during the night time when you were with me.
Everything vanish once we wake up the morning after.
I shouldn’t take this really hard
But even if I pray, I still got you in my head,
I’m still wanting to be with you all day of my life.
I know you can see it from my eyes
Every time you look at me,
And feel it from the way I hold you as we sleep.
Again, we sleep and, again, it’s morning.
It’s time for you to say good-bye,
And pretend everything didn’t happen.
I need to stay away from my computer
And then, explain to my friends why I didn’t join them.
It’s hard…but to live with you – it’s everything.
Why does every morning hurt like this?
Why do we need to do wrong to make things right?
Why do we need to hide in the dark to love and be alive?
We’re like living in a dream:
Everything fades once we’re awaken.
The sun is almost up, here we are again…the pain.
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Thank you for reading! Find “Every Morning Hurt” Part 1 by clicking here and part 3 here.
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Every Morning Hurt
Title: Every Morning Hurt
I woke up thinking that you were still here,
Drinking wine, watching me while I was asleep.
But you were gone, nothing was left even in the corner.
But you were gone, and nothing left beside this pillow.
I got up from my bed to check you in the kitchen,
But it’s an empty and lonely space now.
Then, I wish you were still with me this morning
To wake me and cheer me up with your sweet smile.
I wish it was evening again
So you can back to me, come back to me.
I wish it was night forever
So you’d be here with me, be with me.
Why does every morning hurt?
Why does the daylight change the set?
When you’ll be coming back?
When you’ll be coming back…
And never leave me again?
I walked around the house, hoping you were still here.
But it’s sad that I didn’t find any shoes on the floor.
The only thing you left was your perfume on my skin,
I wished not to erase it, until you come back this evening.
I hope for the day when there’s no more him.
Or I wish for just a day to wake up as him.
Maybe to feel a day of love than just staying with me every moon,
Because I’m trying hard but I could not win.
I wish it was evening again
So you can back to me, come back to me.
I wish it was night forever
So you’d be here with me, be with me.
Why does every morning hurt?
Why does the daylight change the set?
When you’ll be coming back?
When you’ll be coming back…
And never leave me again?
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Thank you for reading! Find “Every Morning Hurt” Part 2 here and Part 3 here.
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Covered Face
Title: Covered Face
By: Francis Moje
Things are slow, very slow today.
The clock ticks time, but I’m not moving my leg.
I feel lazy to get off my bed,
But I’m here standing your way.
I’m still here standing ‘cuz I love you.
Even though you chose him ahead of me,
I still badly needed you
And I’m right here dying to win you.
I wish I could stop you,
From getting closer to him.
But he’s the one that makes you happy,
Who am I to fight this battle I can’t win?
I promised I won’t cry because of this,
But my tears are tired to stay.
They are dripping down and down,
Filing up and waiting to drop from my chin.
I covered my face this time,
So you won’t see my desperately surviving.
I live with covered face now or never,
‘Cuz it’s the only way to pretend to be strong.
But now that you’re around
I feel my heart is invulnerable.
I wish your presence wouldn’t make me stupid.
Well, I already am…I just don’t admit it.
To be honest, I don’t know how to get away with it.
I covered my eyes, denied that I love you,
Ignored that I was missing you.
I’m still you, you’re here with me.
My world is all about you —
Full of shades and full of shadows.
I chose it to be that way,
‘Cuz that’s my only way not to feel the pain.
But you know what?
I will still continue to dream and love you.
I will live a covered face
Just to hide this crazy and chest-squeezing pain.
I’m going to live with the wish that what they say were true,
That you and I were a perfect match,
It’s just that you and me don’t make a good choice of wine.
If the time comes that I will miss you again,
I’d look into a mirror again.
Maybe on my covered face,
I would see another glimpse of heart and soul again.
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Could You…
Title: Could you…
By: Francis Moje
Could you tell me all your colors, so I could paint my love?
Could you tell me what you’re made of so I could build myself a wife?
Could you tell me your favorite book, the song you sing, and the coffee you’re drinking?
Could you tell me all of these now ‘cuz I want you…but I can’t have you?
Could you touch me once just to know the feel of our smooth skin?
Could you kiss me too so I could tell what I would miss about you?
Could you tell me how you brush your hair, how your smirk, and how you simply smile?
Could you tell me, please, because I want to look for someone who’s just like you?
Could you tell me if I could love you?
Could you tell me if you could love me?
Could you say to me if I have a chance, do we have a chance to have a lifetime romance?
Could you give me hint that I don’t need to search for a lovely, extraordinary person like you, because there’s already you?
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Mahal Kita
Tumingin ka sa aking mga mata
Baka sakaling mapinsin mo na
Ang aking nililihim na pagsinta.
Hindi pa ba halata sa kilos ko,
Sa kabadong paggalaw ng kamay ko,
At sa pagsasalitang nauutal at humihinto?
Ano kaya ang dapat kong gawin
Para ako’y iyong ibigin?
Natatakot ka bang baka biro lang aking pagtingin?
Sana tumingin ka sa aking mga mata
Dahil dito mo makikita
Ang kulay ng pagmamahal kong ikaw ang ipinipinta.
Araw-araw pinagdarasal ko:
Bakit ikaw pa ang dumating sa buhay ko?
Bakit ikaw pa sa dami-dami ng ibang tao?
Pagdilat ng mata ko, ikaw na naman ang nakita.
Ano’ng pagbibighani ang ginawa mo sa akin, sinta?
Bakit sa’yo’y umaasa at natutulala?
Tinitiis mo bang hindi ako pansinin?
Nahihiya ka bang aminin sa akin,
Na takot ka lang o hindi mo ako kayang mahalin.
Ayos lang kung hindi mo kayang sabihin,
Hindi naman kita pipilitin.
Ang nais ko lang iparating: Mahal kita — ito ang sinisigaw ng aking damdamin.
Kung darating ang panahaong may sagot ka na,
Maaari bang ngumit ka muna?
Ano man ang iyong dala, bitawan mo muna.
Huwag kang mag-alala hindi ko magwawala.
“Oo” man o “Hindi” irerespeto kita,
Gaya ng nakagawian ko noong makilala kita.
Kung wala pa din, tara dito at magkape ka muna.
Pipilitin kong hindi maging isang sirang plaka
O aawit ng mga malulungkot na kanta.
Naririto lang ako, makikinig sa’yo.
Kung may sasabihin ka, na sa’yo ang magkabilang tainga ko.
Handa ako makinig bilang kaibigan at humahanga sa’yo.
Ayos lang kung hindi mo kayang sabihin,
Puwede namang magkape habang nakatulala sa hangin.
Kung nahihiya ka man, maaari mo naman itong ibulong sa akin.
Ayun, sa dami ng pagdadahilan ko.
Iisa lang naman ang tunay na dahilan ko.
Ang nais ko lang iparating: Mahal kita — ito ang tunay na nararamdaman ko.
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Ano nga ba ang dahilan kung bakit hindi maaaring maging tayo?
Ano nga ba ang dahilan kung bakit hindi maaaring maging tayo?
Matagal na tayong magkakilala,
Matagal na tayong magkasama,
Matagal na nating kabisado ang isa’t isa,
At matagal na nating alam ang kilig ng ating tadhana.
Ano nga ba ang dahilan kung bakit hindi maaaring maging tayo?
Minsan na nating pinangiti ang ating mga labi,
Minsan na rin nating pinagsaluhan ang malamig na gabi,
Minsan na rin nating sinubok ang tibok ng ating mga dibdib,
At minsan na rin nating pagtabi-tabi ang ating mga daliri.
Ano nga ba ang dahilan kung bakit hindi maaaring maging tayo?
Marami na ang nagsabi na bagay tayo,
Marami na rin ang nagulat na hindi pa pala tayo,
Marami na rin ang nagtatanong kung ilang taon na tayo,
At marami na rin ang hindi naniniwala na friends lang ang turing ko sa’yo.
Ano nga ba ang dahilan kung bakit hindi maaaring maging tayo?
Nasabi mo na ba sa akin ang dahilan?
Wala na ba ang siklab ng mga una nating naramdman.
Tunay pa rin ba ang iyong pagmamahal…
Alam mo? Bakit ba hindi natin ito subukan?
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Tula ng mga Single
Bakit nga ba ako nag-iisa?
Bakit nga ba sa dami-dami ng pagpipilian ko,
Wala sa kanila ang gustong magpatibok ng puso ko?
Bakit ang mga batang nakangiwi sa larawan
Mayroong Boyfriend/Girlfriend na kinakapitan?
Tawag pa nga sa kanila #RelationshipGoal!
Bakit ako? Hindi naman ako siguro pangit,
Ngunit kahit ano’ng gawing papogi ko
Wala man lang kahit isang nagkakagusto sa akin.
Kailangan ko rin bang ngumiwi sa larawan,
Para lamang magkaroon ng syota?
Ano nga bang mayroon sila? Bakit sila masaya at ako hindi?
Alam ko abala ako sa aking trabaho.
Hindi ba karagdagang ‘pogi points’ ‘yun
Dahil masipag ang future boyfriend mo?
Ang alam ko din akong nakaraan ng panloloko
Hindi pa ba sapat ‘yun para sa’yo
Ikaw, ikaw na hinihintay ng puso ko.
Sa madaling salita, bakit nga ba ako single?
Ano’ng tadhana ang hindi maipinta
Kung bakit hindi ka mapasaakin?
Ayaw mo ba sa isang makata?
Marunong din naman akong mag-ingles.
Kaya kong magsalita gamit ang laman ng puso ko.
Seryoso naman ako sa mga sinasabi ko.
Walang biro, walang anumang palabok.
Totoo lahat ang buong pagkatao ko.
Kaya nga laging pumapasok sa isip ko,
Bakit nga ba ako single?
Siguro hindi ko na ito masasagot kapag dumating ka na sa buhay ko.
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The Reason I Didn’t Love You
You crashed me down
I could not get up.
I thought you were the answer
But I thought wrong.
I used to smile with you,
I held your hands too.
But I found out
That you kissed him…
I remembered all the pain
I remembered it all —
The lies, the sore
The tear — I couldn’t pray.
I remembered all,
Because of that kiss.
Now, I am leaving you with this —
The Reason I Didn’t Love you.
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Gabi ng mga Tala at Tula
5th of May 2015, I was invited by a friend to join the “Gabi ng mga Tala at Tula” (Night of the Stars and Poems), an event to celebrate the Month of Filipino Literature and to acknowledge masterpieces of the chosen poets who participated in the PJB Poem Calls.
PJB Poem Calls project was to put the chosen masterpieces in the background tune (or ring back tune) of their office trunkline. The goal is to make people involve in poetry — either inspire them to write their own or at least read/listen to Filipino poems.
It was an awesome night because I was able to share one of my latest songs “Revenge”, which is not uploaded yet in this blog or any platform (but I will do it soon in Acapella version), and also I get to learn from different writing style of these amazing poets. Although I admit I messed up a little bit because of stage fright (I guess) but I won’t forget the awesomeness of this night. I got inspired more to take the free course of the “Lirahan” workshop that will happen or start this June onward.
Yeah, I feel the poetry is alive in the Philippines!
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My Road
Title: My Road
By: Francis Moje
It’s a tough lane where I’m going through.
The street is crowded with fires and thorns,
Spiked icicles and a lot of people.
I can’t remember who brought me here.
It seems I need a space from all that’s going on.
Silver platter covers the blazing sun.
Sparkles are everywhere, blinding every eye.
I close my eyes to dodge the curse,
But it keep on injuring the rest of my body.
No cares but myself and my being of realization.
I turn on the music but it hurts my ears.
It doesn’t have lyrics and the melody is not complete.
I throw myself to the paper
And started writing whatever I can.
But it all went wrong because the ink is running empty.
The chills are behind like a weight.
It is heavy and dragging my feet to no where.
The only way to take the gravity away
Is to stop, mute all the noises, remember…
…Remember my childhood days, when I didn’t really care about all these.
I need to step aside from the shadow
And live as the light turns my skin dark.
The only thing that will make me this time
Is my courage to give me more value and quality time,
Not just for myself but every people who need me.
I need not to be blinded by what I fear
Because things might be stopping for their agenda.
I won’t live in their hurry.
I will take all my time to pass through this road,
And accept every challenge with a fight that’s for me.
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He’s The Man I Will Always Envy
Title: He’s The Man I Will Always Envy
By: Francis Moje
Maybe I said I have moved on
But there’s still a pain inside me.
Maybe I said I’ll be okay
But the truth is slowly killing me.
Maybe I’ll just continue to forget
But he’s the man I will always envy.
Maybe I’ll get over this soon
But he’s the man I will always envy.
Maybe in your arms I feel like I belong
But you, you feel the same way for him.
Maybe someday, I know, I will be happy
But he’s the man I will always envy.
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Painting
Title: Painting
By: Francis Moje
I don’t know you.
We just had a talk after this night.
Could you stay a little while?
It’s never the same to wake up like this in the morning.
I never felt this before.
I feel like a canvas filled with paint.
Your wild kiss and embrace
Gave me a colorful reason why I need you to stay.
Every brush of your hair in my skin,
It stays until now putting details in the picture.
You knew how to fill the gap
Of this design, I think or maybe, we could call love.
If you’d leave it’s fine.
I will thank you for this light.
I know it sounds weird coming from me,
But you’d see it true from the blush on my cheeks.
If you’d stay with me, though,
I’d make you some coffee or tea.
Maybe you could say something about me.
And might as well I could fill the gaps in your painting.
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Good Kisser
Title: Good Kisser
by: Francis Moje
I was in a room all alone,
I wonder why you weren’t calling.
By my side, you were gone,
I wonder why all of a sudden you were missing.
I found out you were with your friends,
And you tried to kiss someone else.
They said, you were trying to prove
Something that belongs to me.
What were you trying to do?
What do you want to be?
I thought you already knew
What hurts and what destroys me.
What were you trying to prove?
That I loved you because of the way you kiss?
Who are you trying to please, Mr. Good Kisser?
I was 30 minutes in the car
Driving all the way to the bar.
They said you were already gone,
With that girl you were hanging with all along.
I found out from your friends,
That you were now good terms with her.
I guess they drunk to know
You were supposed to be with me.
What were you trying to do?
What do you want to be?
I thought you already knew
What hurts and what destroys me.
What were you trying to prove?
That I loved you because of the way you kiss?
Who are you trying to please, Mr. Good Kisser?
Then I finally found your way.
You didn’t know I was there.
But I took a good shot of you,
I guess it was true…
You were a good kisser.
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Without Makeup
Title: Without Makeup
By: Francis Moje (via request of a fabulous girl friend)
I went out of the house, no one seemed to recognize the woman in me.
I borrowed an identity, trying not to be me and no one said “Hi!” to me.
I tried laughing outside my life, but deep within I wanna suicide.
No Makeup by the way is the suicide that I am talking about.
No tint, no lipstick, no covering of the blemishes of my skin.
No blow dried hair, no sleek foundation on my silly face.
Maybe if beautiful is defined within, maybe we’re all kings and queens.
Maybe it’s about time for me to show up and define myself now
Without Makeup.
The world, most of the time, thinks about the opposite side.
They think inner beauty is the best, but are disgust with people who don’t have tag on their dress.
Same thing goes with my makeup — I’m the best when my lips are red.
But today, I will walk outside with sans on my skin.
It’s no bronzer, no blush, no eye shadow today for me.
No curls, no fake eyelashes and glittery paints.
Maybe if beautiful is defined within, maybe we’re all kings and queens.
Maybe it’s about time for me to show up and define myself now
Without Makeup.
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Isang Pagkakataon
Title: Isang Pagkakataon
By: Francis Moje
Language: Filipino
Noong ako’y nasa kalagitnaan ng trapiko, sa kahabaan ng daan,
Doon ko nakita ang ningning ng iyong mga mata.
Ikaw ay nasa loob ng iyong sasakyan, hawak mo ang iyong manibela.
Habang ako ay nasa isang bus binibilang ang mga pinapangarap kong kotseng gawa ng mga banyaga.
Tumingin ka ng panandalian sa iyong bintana
At nahuli mo akong sa iyo’y nakatitig ng may kalaliman.
Ika’y napangiti at napatawa sa aking pagkagulat at pagkataranta.
Simula noon, ‘di ka na naalis sa araw-araw na pag-iisip ko at pangangarap ko habang ako’y nasa daan.
Dumaan ang mga araw, linggo at buwan, hindi na muli na kitang nasilayan.
Naiisip ko tuloy baka ikaw ay isang panaginip lang
O baka naman nagagawi ka na sa ibang ruta sa probinsya o dito kamaynilaan.
Nasabi ko tuloy sa aking sarili sa aking pagmumuni-muni, “Sana ikaw ay aking sinuklian ng kaway man lang.”
Nagdaan ang ilan pang mga araw, sa parehong daan at sitwasyon ng trapiko,
Hindi na pangrap na kotse ang binibilang ng aking kaisipan.
Bagkus, ang bilang ng iyong malamig na ngiti at tawang hindi ko narinig ang ginagawang libangan,
Sa tuwing binabagtas ko ang eksatong lugar kung saan ikaw ay aking namatahan.
Tumatak ka nga, tumatak ka nga sa bawat kanto ng puso’t isipan ko.
Halos ilang tadhana ang aking hinihiling at pinagdarasal,
Ngunit walang “ikaw” na muling dumaan sa mundong ating ginagalawan.
Tila naging suntok sa buwan ang isang pagkakataon na isinasamo ko sa ating mabuting may kapal.
Ngayon, mariin kong natutunan na ang dapat kong maintindihan
Na hindi biro ang aking pagsubok na tinahak.
Mahirap pa lang pangarapin at mahalin ang isang babaeng katulad mo
Na sa isang pagkakataon ko lang pala matatagpuan, masisilayan. Ang sabi ko nga, “Hindi ko man lang nakuha ang iyong pangalan.”
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Distract
By: Francis Moje
I’ve got a teary eye when I think of you.
I thought I was happy, but all of the time I was feeling blue.
All these time I knew it’s gonna happen.
When things started to go strong, I knew you were leavin’.
I wanna distract myself from thinking of you.
It’s hard to convince that all my dreams are through.
But when you’re coming back, my smile is going up to the moon.
But when you leave again, sea level starts to drown me dead.
Now, it’s hard to wake up when all I dream is you
It’s hard to breathe when you’re the fire and smoke around me.
I don’t want to move, when you’re embracing me.
I wanna paint a picture of you and post it in my memory.
I wanna distract myself from loving you.
It’s been a while since you pierced me, hanging.
But when you call, my heart rings — I don’t wanna drop the call.
But when you say good bye, I wanna cry….
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Understand
Title: Understand
Lyrics: Franco Moje
Why do I have to say again
“The truth seems like an air”?
Why do I fall again
In every word you speak even it has no meaning?
Why do I keep on burning
From your deep cold eyes?
Why do I keep coming back
Just to wipe out your tears?
C:
I need, I need to understand
Why do I feel so in love when we kiss,
When we hold our hands,
When we walk or drink a wine?
I need, I need to understand,
‘Cuz I’m hanging by a thread,
When you stare at my eyes,
And you say you love me yet you’re not in my arms.
Why are you keep coming close
Yet you’re breaking my heart?
Why did you softly pat my head
Then leave me with your captivating look?
Why do I keep on staring
At the cracked walls that reminds us?
Then again I say a little prayer
Just to fill this large space between us.
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Bakit hindi mo maamin?
Title: Bakit Hindi Mo Maamin?
Language: Filipino
By: Francis Moje
Bakit ba sa dami-dami ng tao na lalayo ng landas sa akin, ikaw pa na mahal ko? Lagi na lang ba na ganoon ang galaw ng tadhana sa pusong totoong nagmamahal? Kung tutuusin, kung hindi nagbiro ang oras at panahon, nararamdaman mo sana ng buo ang pagmamahal ko kahit bahagya lang ang mayroon ako. Hindi mo mararamdaman, ni minsan, na magloloko ako, na sasaktan ko ang puso mo, na paiiyakin kita o paglalaruan. Kung nalulungkot ka, pasasayahin kita. Kung mararamdaman mong mabigat ang iyong pasanin, kakargahin kita. Lahat ng ito gagawin ko sa’yo.
Kung tutuusin kulang pa nga. Dahil ANG LAHAT KO dapat ay para sa’yo. Pero hindi lang ako mangangako, bagkus gagawin ko lahat ng ito. Dahil sa gitna ng problema ko, sa gitna ng mga bagay na gumugulo sa isip, sa gitna ng sakit at lahat ng kalungkutan na mayroon ako, ikaw lang…ikaw lang…ikaw lang nagpapangiti sa mga labi ko.
Dahil kahit saglit lang kita makita, dahil kahit sa Facebook lang tayo magkausap, isang “Hi!” mo lang daig ko pa ang taong nanalo sa lotto.
Iba ang tama ko sa’yo. Mahal kita at alam mo ito.
Ngunit sa kabilang dako ng mga ngiti na ito, nasasaktan ako, kasi may iba ka na pala.
Pero bakit ganoon? Parang sa bawat salitang binabanggit mo, may pag-asa akong nakikita. Bakit sa tingin ko, hindi ka masaya sa kanya? Bakit ba sa tuwing sinasabi ko na nakikipag-date ako sa iba, sinasabi mo na iwanan ko s’ya dahil hindi ako totoong masaya?
At bakit alam mo? Bakit alam mo na sa bawat ngiti ko, habang kaharap kita, ikaw ang gusto kong makasama? Bakit alam mo na sa buong buhay ko ikaw lang ang “ideal man” ko? Bakit ba kahit alam mo ang lahat ng ito, hindi ka pa rin naniniwala na totoo ang puso ko para sa’yo?
Ano’ng hinahanap mo sa akin na hindi mo matagpuan? Ano’ng tungkol sa akin ang hindi mo maunawaan?
Bakit hanggang ngayon, nasa kanya ka pa rin, kahit alam ko…kahit nasa mata mo…nakakakita ako ng pagmamahal mo’y para sa akin?
Bakit hindi mo maamin?
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