Matt Salvador Poems

It was winter in my life when you came
You told me that things will never be the same
And now you're here
I have nothing to fear
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My life now is a blur
Pain and despair occur

I believe I'm eaten by darkness
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In this dark hall
Drinking a bottle of alcohol

And all I can think is you
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This gloomy weather makes me feel better
As I stare above the blue sky
I realized that you just passed by
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We stumbled within ourselves as how I came into myself purely coincidence-
a repetition of a passing truth, or an ambiguous thing in its journey, let music remain in echo- let the  real be a reprise of affection, let this patent be owning up to a conscious enterprise its own weakness do- so let this body sing.

I am metal, I am callous, I am completely aware of your presence- this obscure voice keeps hunting, rendering it false, breakable- this machine taking place over  navigable portions   of  myself when I drip down,  awaiting prediction, concrete sign- we only have what is now aspiring  for  the possible, a glimpse of  a thing  hiding, feelings can't be confessed, now we're approaching  an  anxious story-so
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Pupunuin ko ng ginto at pilak ang kaloob-loobanan ng iyong katawan- iyong libingang yungib, iniingatan at sinasamba ng lahat, kaya ingatan mo ako at huwag hayaang biglaang pumutok.
Dahan-dahan kong aalisin ang sumasaplot na lamig ngayong Disyembre sa iyong katawan at pupunuin ka ng alaala ng Mayo- itong pagmamalupit bilang talababa matapos tuldukan ang nagdaang panahon kaya ingatan mo ako at huwag hayaang bumigwas sa kung anong grabidad ang pumipigil sa iyong pagkawasak sa dilim ng gabing ito- maingat kong kakapain ang kuwintas ng iyong mga kamay. Dadagundong sa iyong paglapit ng manipis mong katawan paluluhurin ka sa altar ng pagtangis at sabay lulunurin ka sa kasalanang ito kaya ingatan mo, huwag ako, kundi ang iyong sarili at humingi ka ng paumanhin pagkatapos.
Hindi na bago sakin ang misteryo ng katawan. Mahuhulog ka sa aking bibig bilang alinsunurang awit. Iyong katawan-sana'y hindi ipaaari kaninoman.
Huwag mong idiin sa akin ang karumihan ng mundo- walang ipaparamdam kundi isang ordinaryong karanasan lamang- malayo ito sa inaasahang tagpo kundi pagnanais ng nananabik na kalamnan.
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Inaccuracy of existence.

Unless you are here for a reason, your phantom pushing and pushing, what for?
You're like a wrinkled body of a cloth, or a forgotten script. What now if you fasten my hands into your entrails? These are all answers I have to invent- instinctive, unwise, unsolicited. Somewhere, I had to point out the differentiating margin between speaking too much and conveying so little, and the finite range of silence sensing outsomething in you, about you, and arriving here.
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Sleep, my dear, sleep.
The bed calls your name,
Like a lost river,
In the guise of love past feigned and bewitched.
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Gusto nang magising sa katotohanan
Pati ang kamay ilalaan sa sampal
Para lang makaalis sa kawalan
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