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2011-07-06T02:58:00.000-07:00

I flee, I ran.

Catch me if you can.

I hid, on trance

slept beneath the frozen land.

I ate, enough

to sustain me all throughout the span.

When I come back

as a new being

stripped of dead skin and memory

You won't recognize me

and I won't remember you.

July 6, 2011

Pagsapit ng Hatinggabi

2010-12-17T16:34:00.000-08:00

Mary Edeza De Leon

Disyembre 10, 2010

Sabay ng paglipat

Sa pahina ng kalendaryo,

Sabay ng pagalpas

Ng nakapiit na kahapon,

Hinarap ko ang bukas

At inalis ang pangambang hatid

Ng nakaambang ngayon.

Sa pagsapit ng madaling- araw,

Sapat nang babala

Ang paggising at pagtilaok

Ng naalimpungatang tandang

Upang tuluyang gisingin

Ang natutulog kong diwa

Nag hudyat ang umaga

Na sumiwang sa nakaawang na bintana

Inalis ang agiw sa mga mata,

Naginat upang alisin

Ang ngalay ng gabing nagdaang

Ramdam pa sa higaan.

Sumapit ang tanghali paglaon

Ramdam ang hapding hatid

Ng tirik na araw

Na dumidila sa balat

Na tigib sa init,

At di namalayang

Paparating na ang gabi

Sa pagsilip ng buwan

Na naghihintay ng kasagutan.

Sumapit na muli ang hatinggabi

Ang kahapong pilit kinalilimuta’y ngayon,

Ang bukas ay ngayon

At ang ngayon ay isa ng kahapon.

Dust

2010-11-16T20:17:00.000-08:00

Mary Edeza De Leon

November 6, 2010

The dust is playing

With the wind again

Catching my eyes

Begging for rain

It’s drought in the land

We fought with blood

And ploughed with sweat

But we couldn’t stop

The rain from leaving

The water we stacked in barrels

As we waited for this to happen

Are now half empty

Candles are melting slowly

And the dust is playing

With the wind again

Catching my eyes

Begging for rain

I hope they will win.

Autumn

2010-10-11T02:28:00.000-07:00

Mary Edeza De Leon

October 11, 2010

Leaving now, living then

We knew somehow

this will come to an end.

With or without

we're no longer

enveloped with doubt

like a child anchored

into its mother's arm.

Time will come

that I might regret

letting you off the net.

All I know is that

I'll remember you to bits.

How you shy away

when I catch your eyes.

How irritated you were

whenever someone tries

to steal me away.

How every stare

sends me to an elevated state...

I might regret

letting you off the net

but I'll never forget

every touch, every kiss

how its all rooted

as if it was created,

carved and fitted

to my very soul.

Untouched.

Unified.

Whole.

Lupa

2010-10-11T02:18:00.000-07:00

Mary Edeza De Leon

September 28, 2010

Kung ano ang itinanim

ay siya ring aanihin.

Ngunit anong aanihin

kung lupa'y di maaaring angkinin?

Upang tamnan ng butong

namumunga ng prutas

sa takdang panahon

at sa taglagas

masasaksihan ang paglago

at pagtubo ng bulaklak

na magiging bunga paglaon.

Mayroon akong binhi

na naghahanap ng mapagtataman

Ngunit lupa kang pagaari ng iba.

Hindi lang sa titulo

kundi maging sa mata

ng Diyos at tao

Kahit ihain mo ang sarili mo.

Walang punong tutubo

mamumunga at mabubuo

Pagkat lupa kang

kailanma'y di maaaring

tamnan at lagyan ng abono.

Kahit ihain mo pa ang sarili mo.

Kawal

2010-10-11T02:05:00.000-07:00

Mary Edeza De Leon

September 28, 2010

Batid ko noong una pa

na natagpuan ko na

ang aking katapat.

'Sing lalim, 'sing babaw

umiilalim, umiibabaw.

Saklaw at silaw ng kahinaan

mo ako natagpuan.

Sa panahong hindi ako umaasa,

sa panahong di naghahanap.

Hinayaan kitang talunin

ako sa duwelo.

Pagkat batid ko ang kahinaan ko.

Walang lugar kang hindi inaresto

sa loob at labas ng kaluluwa ko.

Sumugod ka bagamat

kawal kang walang bitbit na armas,

kundi lakas ng loob,

nanunuot na titig

at nakapanghihinang halik.

Kilala na kita sa unang pagkikita

Dapat iwasan, iwanan sa ilang

pagkat ako ang mahihila

at maiiwang talunan.

Cold Feet

2010-10-11T02:01:00.000-07:00

Mary Edeza De Leon

September 23, 2010

Anxious to move forward

afraid to take a step backward, stuck.

You held my sweaty hands

as tightly and gently as you can

Leaving an inch

that separates me to you

An inch that seems like a mile

when I closed my eyes

and whispered goodbye.

At the Mall

2010-10-11T01:48:00.000-07:00

Mary Edeza De Leon

September 23, 2010

We sat at the corner

of the long-forgotten Mall.

Staring at the blue skies

as it reflects on the tile floor.

I showed you a book

I was reading and let you read

a poem that oddly

but perfectly describes

the moment we're in.

We laughed like we knew

what's going on each other's minds.

Then shook our heads

to take us back to the present time.

Nobody spoke but the intercom,

the woman bargaining for clothes,

the kid screaming as he tries to catch the ball

and the aircon blowing all our warmth off.

You tried to catch my eyes for the answer

as the lady whispers on the intercom

Chasing it for a glimpse of hope and redemption

as the kid impatiently chases his ball

I stared back as blank and as cold as I can

as the aircon blows off our warmth

Until I couldn't .

I said stop,

but my hand started to stroke you back

- my favorite part.

Awit

2010-10-11T01:40:00.001-07:00

Mary Edeza De Leon

September 18, 2010

Sumasayaw ang alon

at nagbabanta ang luha

sa gilid ng iyong mga mata

na pilit mong tinitikom,

pinipinid at ikinakahon.

Pigil ang pagalpas

ng bawat ampiyas

ng mabining ambon

habang nakatanghod

sa araw na papalubog.

Hinuhuli ang daluyong

ng damdaming pumapaimbulong

pinaaawit ng sonetong

hindi para sa iyo

- at hindi magiging iyo.

Sabay sa indayog ng alimuom

ang pusong latay ng pasa at galos.

Pinapalaya sa musika ng pait

ang lahat mong lungkot at hinanakit.

Inaawit ang sonetong

hindi para sa iyo,

sonetong kailanma'y di magiging iyo.

....

2010-08-23T06:31:00.001-07:00

Trail

Mary De Leon

August 23, 2010

I'm drawn into your gaze

as I drown in your embrace

that isn't existent.

Malleable as it is intangible.

Where would I get the courage?

To escape the abyss

of your presence

and succumb to the force

that is pulling me

out of this world,

where neither time nor law exists

no reason for me to resist.

My eyes crawl

on the softness of your skin,

as if it was my hand touching you.

Following the trail of your moles

like a map to the end

of my endless quest for amity,

tranquility and maybe, love.

Hoping with every bit of hope

that if I could find my way

through the maze of you

I'll find- Me.

...

2010-08-23T06:28:00.001-07:00

Nocturnal

Mary De Leon

August 23, 2010

Here I am

Loving the night again

Wallowing in its infinite darkness

Never learning, always yearning.

It's where I find myself

Naked of truth,

Stripped of inhibitions

Immune of lies

Of which I didn't mind

And eager to be part of

The shadow-free night

Where I don't have to hide,

I need not to fright.

The touch of your

Callous hands is enough

To blow away all the worries

Brought by the day

And the truth that lies

Behind the locking of eyes

Tomorrow we'll hide and so on

Until the evening comes