Naku, mahaba yung saken. Pero it’s called “On this the 100th Anniversary of the Sinking of the Titanic, We Reconsider the Buoyancy of the Human Heart” by Laura Lamb Brown-Lavoie. (pa google nalang, masyadong wall of text)
Spoken poetry, considered pa rin naman poem yun di ba
A new reality is upon us.
A new dawn rises.
A new Earth is being born
Out of our desires for
Something new
Something better
Something more
Something more than just surviving
Something more than just scraping by
In the stillness of this endless moment
Where you’ve forgotten to breathe
A massive surge of energy surrounds you
It envelopes you and calls you
To remake your world anew
To shed your doubts and fears
To let yourself believe
That you deserve what you want
And it’s yours for the taking
Your new reality is dawning
And everything that no longer serves is falling away
Embrace your dreams
Allow them to flow
And know that it’s already here
Your new reality.
My new reality.
It’s better than what we even imagined.
Futile
All futile
What dreams I have of my mate
Of another being
Looking into these eyes, upon this face
And recoiling not?
But how could that happen,
For the monster’s not in my face
But in my soul?
I once thought that if I was other men,
I would be happy and loved
The malignance has grown, you see
From the outside in
And this shattered visage merely reflects
the abomination that is my heart
Oh my creator, why?
Why did you not make me steel and stone?
Why did you allow me to feel?
I’d rather be the corpse I was, than the man I am.
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
and you watch
and you try
but you simply can’t imagine
how they do it
with no articulated instruction, no pause,
only the silent confirmation
that they are this notable thing,
this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin
over and over again,
full of gorgeous life.
ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
i am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;
i feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
i feel my heart
pumping hard. i want
to think again of dangerous and noble things.
i want to be light and frolicsome.
i want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though i had wings.
an excerpt from Starlings in Winter by Mary Oliver
