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VG E Bacungan Aug 2015
Jasmine tea left cold
on the side of the table
*Voiceless raindrops --
26/08/15
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
~
Let love be
the force that
wakes you up
Everyday.

The drive that keeps me going. :)
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
He was a poet,
She his poetry.

He was a crooner,
She his melody.

He was a painter,
She his masterpiece.

He was a monk,
She his inner peace.

He was a captain,
She his ship.

He was an admiral,
She his fleet.

He was a laddie,
She his missy.
. . .
. .
.
Now there's no more she.
Forlorn is he.

W e e p i n g.
G  n  a  s  h  i  n  g.
W   a   n   d   e   r   i   n   g.

Stripped of...
**"E    v    e    r    y    t    h    i    n    g"
A poem written and inspired by the events between I and P.LNM
Special Thanks to my good friend ZSB for helping me out with this piece.
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
Relieve the pain.
Scribble words.
An act mundane,
to his universe.

He'd had enough,
and so he said
                 ~
      Oh my love!
         I have paid.  
     All my love,
        down to the pave.
     For you bore not,
        the love I gave.
    Untie my knot,
        undone this slave.
                 ~

"Set me free!"
   His heart exclaims. . .

"I loved not thee."
   She proclaims.

Then cometh to his wits,
   it was he who enslaved,
himself to pain down the pits;
   when for love he had laid,
His Soul. His Truth. His Bliss.

Then so he wrote one final creed,
the last of his odes; his parting plead.
                      
                                                           Drag­ me deep down!
                                                           To the depths of fiery Tartarus!
                                                            for love is an act so murderous,
                                                            that everyday it smites mine heart.

                         I've given up this life I own,
                        sold to ink for one purpose.
                        Write poems, songs, odes; all in chorus.
                        Cram all ardor into immortal art.

 That if one day I be finally known,
 for the fool I was; in love I lose.
 May my path not be used,
 that time I know I've done my part.
                      
"To play the act of the  b r o k e n   f o o l."
Longest Poem I've ever written. I cannot believe I've done something like this. These are actually two separate poems I've done that I combined together. Dedicated to a friend of mine. Inspired by some of the events in his life and mine... a reminder of our foolishness in love. </3
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
He* wrote his heart out.
On poems *She
never read.
His works. . .
all
i n
v a i n.
**~
First Haiku.
One longing.
Unending Heartbreak.
Lasting memento.
Bonsai Poem.
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
A newborn seed
f       
a         
   l           
l        
s
    
,
Earth embraced with genial hug.
Behold! Cometh life.
Thoughts that struck me by the rainy sleepless night I had last night.
VG E Bacungan Jan 12
The creases and curves
that guard the gate of heaven.
Revered be the bless'd grounds!
Written 22 November 2020
Inspired by the painting "Black Iris" (1926) by O' Keefe
VG E Bacungan Jul 2014
Lately,
I've written so many. .  .
Shown the world less . .  .
Maybe it's time to rest.

For now, goodbye.
till I fix my life. .  .
till I miss your caress . .  .
till my poetry becomes worth sharing . .  .
till my love comes back . .  .

perhaps that day is never coming.
perhaps this is the last post I make.

Farewell, Hellopoetry.
**Hello, my agonizing reality.
Goodbye friends. One day I might return, who knows... just farewell for now. :)
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
My heart goes prestissimo!
As thoughts swirl round my mind.
This weary soul seeks you.
In which abode will I find?

   A lustful sight  – you naked before my eyes.
   Flesh wrapped in skin  – yours against mine.
   Lie down my love;
   Let us dine.

As I gently push my lips against thine
ears and whisper:

   You are my Aphrodite...
     Take me to ecstatic heights.

   Let me kiss you endlessly...
    Soft.
       Hard.
          But each passionately.

   Let me hide in your warmth...
     Till I reach your soul.
         Till I feel its glow.
     Till this fantasy fall.
  **Till my reality calls.
Baby Y., I miss you so much. :/  
First poem finished in days! I really am losing it. :/
VG E Bacungan Jul 2014
To my faithful God,
You have upheld me always.
Your will; my only path.

To my family,
genuine love you held not back.
Endless Gratitude.

To my beloved,
the other half of mine heart.
I love you so much.

To my closest friends,
bear with me and my silence.
I treasure you all.

To my aging self,
grow up in truth and wisdom.
Stand firm, yet gentle.

The passing of years,
means nothing but counting days.
Age is *Wisdom. Truth. Love. Grace.
Birthday Poem.
eighteen years.
eighteen lines.
five messages; one poem
Happy (18th) Birthday to me. :)

01/07/14
VG E Bacungan Jul 2014
~
Deprive me of life!
O yer' rays to my sun.
Screech to thee mine echoes,
blare out undying sorrow.

The love ye dispersed,
vanishes  t r a c e l e s s  in the wind.
Yet scorches this man's psyche.

Pillars that once bind,
this love falleth!
One by one,
like empty tin cans.

So too the stars that lit,
the dry dread night.
Flimsy; deathbound.

Wavelength of screams,
the weary wilted weeps.
Resonant to the beating of this heart;

adagio.
sl o  w   l    y    d   y  i ng

My waking holds no life.
My sleeping, struggling strife.
Oh love! scalelight sight.
Better pull out my eyes!
Better unplug my heart!

LetLoveDie.
DispeltheFire.
~
I leave love be.
Let time past without,
the thoughts of love in my mind.
This might even be my last poem for sometime.
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
His* thoughts concerned none other,
but of her – her irrational anger.
directed at him for no real matter,
for committing an honest mistake; like it was ******.

She called,
but didn't listen.
She hung up,
without even asking
what really happened.

                       Now he's crying.
                       His being is,
                       no tears are flowing
                       from his eyes
                       for they were barren
                       An empty vessel,
                       he needed loving.
                       But what he got?
                          A message saying. . .
                                                            ­                     *   ~
                                   ­                             *Goodnight, I'm sleeping.
                                                       ­          let's talk some other time.
                                                           ­      I'm tired from working.

                                                       ­                         **   ~
First of the series of poems done solely for the purpose of expressing current extreme feelings. Misunderstanding with my baby. </3
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
Silhouette of the past run round and round.
His present state of mind.
The last kiss.
The last time she said goodbye.
The final touching of hands,
before the morning dawn arrived.

He sung the song she never heard.
when in silence, He embraced Rian in the corner.
In abysmal thoughts he ponder.
While droplets of the gloomy rain cover,
his essence; the purest tears he shed for her.

Amassed chaos in his psyche.
Seeped to his fingers, to the pen.
The paper dripping of wailing despair.
His cursed existence he indicted.
How his life is seems so unfair.

Again,
He closed his eyes.
Reminisce what he lost inside.
Things he will never get back.
Things that will never come back.
Realized that one thing he lack.

     "blank"                                                    ­                                                        .
Fast Poetry.
Spontaneous Writing.
Pure Emotions.


Where's my baby?
Baby Y. :(

PS. Rian is my guitar.
VG E Bacungan Jul 2014
~
How does it feel,
To fall out of love?
For all I've gone through,
is to fall out of love to.
~
~
Falling Out of Love.
She is to me.
Almost at the limit.
When she does fully
I won't be able to bear it.
~
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
Goodbye! Goodbye!
and so I bid,
Silent Farewells; as tears I hid,
behind myself; accede to die.

As you lie unconscious,
In all your might you sleep.
I sit beside you two, ruminating deep:
"My life without you; how monotonous."  

Then gather the bits that remained intact,
to press my lips against your cheeks.
Without you knowing all of these,
I will forever bury this poignant fact.

Now I leave to do the things,
I need to do as I turn my back...
on you my 
dear brothers,
one thing I promise.

i will be back.
s  o  o  n    e  n  o  u  g  h.
  
I   W i l l   B e   B a c k*                                                             ­                         .
This is a poem I wrote as I was on the way back to Manila for school purposes...  Above everything else, I will miss my two boys that I left behind and so I dedicate this poem to them.
VG E Bacungan Aug 2014
I walk down our streets and soak my senses
in happy thoughts therefore of...

How I felt better back then.
How everyday I was content.
How my days were fun games.

How you came to my life.
How I felt safe.

How you left with no remorse.
How I became... opaque.

happy thoughts.
Happy Thoughts.
HAPPY THOUGHTS!!!

Happy...thoughts. I need you.
Do not slip away,
deceive my heart.

make this gloomy sky.. a SUNNY DAY;
a bright glimmering SUNNY LIE.
Long time no post. :3
I'm back. :D
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
Mine heart
smolders
of your
thoughts*.
Thought of the night.
Good(?)night
Baby, I miss you.
do you miss me too? </3
sixwordsshort.
VG E Bacungan Jul 2014
What is love?
~
Is it the butterfly in his stomach?
or the upbeat of his pulse?

Is it the attraction of another kind?
or lust of the naked eye?

Is it the stuttering in his words?
or maybe the cracking of his voice?

Is it the poems he wrote?
or perhaps the song he composed?

Is it the countenance of her face?
the curves of her hips?
the scars on her cheeks?

Is it something seductive?
like her buttocks or her *****?

Is it the grace in her movement?
or maybe the way she think?

Is it the way she made him laugh?
or the way she touches him perhaps?
~

None of the above define,
the love he has for her.

The love he has is commitment.
The love he gave was sacrifice.

Love is more than a feeling.
Feeling when gone leads to withdrawing.

That he kept on saying to himself,
now that she is falling,
out of love for him;
because the feeling is fading.

The fading is leading to his undoing.
Third poem of the VP series and third poem released for the night.
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
He* has spent his nights
thinking of *her
.

Wishing he was lost
in her thoughts too.
I know it's nothing much of a poem. But this is how I feel right now. I miss my baby so much. </3
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
If I pursued thee...
Could have I become us?
The cheerful singing in the wind
past these barren ears with lies.

If back then, *I pursued thee...

Could have all the love songs be
about the love we shared?
I to you and you be mine.

If I pursued thee...
Could have this monotonous life,
be a duet of blissful melody
that is sung by a J and a V?

If I pursued thee...
Could all the perfect moments be,
the present I live in;
not just some  d  i  s t a  n  t  memory?

If I pursued thee...
Have I not let you flee,
would you be here with me?
This poem remaining a fragment of possibility?
A poem I wrote when I had my first "*******" crush slip off my hands... hahaha. Still I'm thankful she did.. I would have not met my Baby Y. <3
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
I am thinking of you day and night.
Every time you, my starting and ending sight.
But in the end all I can do is a parting sigh,
Whispering to the wind;
     I miss you . . .
              I love you . . .
                  Hope you'll have time.
I miss my baby so much. </3
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
...is us* together  and  happy.
Thought of the Night.
Good(?)Night.
These feeling intensifies.
The heart starts to die.
out of love. "out" of love.

I miss.
I kiss.
I dream.
such bliss.

#notepoetry
VG E Bacungan Jul 2014
Should I stop writing?
Should I start living?

Would this pain past?
or for eternity it will last?

Should I wait till dusk?
or should I go now?

Will I ever see the dawn?
Will I ever feel light's caress again?

Am I struggling with the inevitable?
Should I let go and lose hope?

Yet here I sit,
in the passenger's seat.
Waiting patiently,
hoping she still will love me;
till the day after forever.

The shattered pieces I amass,
to patch myself up.
Give the world a grin,
amidst the pain within.

**LIFE GOES ON                                                               ­                             .
I was on the way to school this morning when I got the urge to write something. The title "Jeepney" is after the Philippine's most renowned transportation means. I was after all, writing the poem while I was riding a jeep to school.

State of Despair.
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
The grand piano sings,
muted notes in mine heart.
No melody but you brings,
Serenity to this hype.

 None but pure emotion. .  .
    None but  allure delusions. .  .
    None but hue inspirations. .  .
 None but loveless isolation. .  .

Defines my thoughts in every way.
Shapes my soul to such dismay.

All of you.
All for you.

Long overdue.

                                                     ­                                 *Baby, I'm missing you.
Second poem added to the collection of VP. Emotions & Thoughts written into recognisable characters. I miss my baby so much. :|
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
One can only hate,
as much as he had loved.
One of my principles in life. I'm still in the state of slump. #poetproblems
VG E Bacungan Jul 2014
Our thread of fate intertwines;
with unparalleled affection weave,
tress a bond made us one.

You were my contentment.
You and I in full commitment.
To this thing we called *
love
.
To this love we relied upon.

I walked such path with blindfolds on.
Trusted love to my disown.
Love of indecisive decisions.
Love with deviant partitions.
Love that left a frown,
in this lad of hapless discord.

Now I'm waiting for the final say:
Would it be a *bitter goodbye
?
or a sweet "I will stay."?
Will this *love completely decay
?
All these things in my mind play.

This very moment I've lost my will,
to say the words my heart feel.
I'm at the verge of "love insanity".
*Will this be the death of my poetry?
Currently at the verge of a breakup... such a wonderful post birthday gift. hahaha.  I feel like writing a thousand poems tonight..
VG E Bacungan May 2014
Such cruel portion.
Such vivid agony.
Such hopeless faith.
Such homeless heart.
All when love... departs.
Poetic Tantrums of Love; p.1
VG E Bacungan Feb 19
Like marionettes,
dancing, swirling, jibing
moved by strings of their desires.
Their bodies set ablaze,
by the fiction of their hides.

Despairing to escape by any means,
keeping their mem'ries in the haze.
Aimlessly thrusting til' Tilda tires;
swinging, struggling, scathing,
like marionettes.

And when the zenith is reached,
comes a fleeting sense of victory.
Their point of contact comes to an end.
***** hollow, and soul still empty.
Like marionettes.
Written 25 November 2020.

Original Commentary: This poem was inspired by a theme set by a friend.
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
In every action,
grace.

In every word,
honesty.

In every thought,
purity.

In everything,
God in me.
My mantra.
VG E Bacungan Jun 2014
Don't take me for granted,
I can be your worst...
Let the first be the last word to be spoken.
VG E Bacungan Oct 2014
The world where I stood was a desert
thirsty for a pint of rain;
longing for a kiss that never came.
Not until you did.

Everything started with a droplet of your essence,
Out of nowhere. Unexpected.
YOU... yes you MANIFESTED.
Without notice, you took me by surprise.
A beautiful surprise I say.
For the first time in a while I felt,
my worries washed away by your presence.
Hot sand turned mud where then I lay.

In those moments I lost,
all anxieties brought by drought.
When through the years I thought
I'd never touch the rain I ought
to ardently pray for every night.
Imbued I was with your* "love".

clothes soaked. body wet. soul drunk.

your name the promise I mutter through the drizzle.
This body jived to the beat of a million sizzle.

Moments passed faster than it seemed.
I, taken away by lust of a parched soul.


I slurped. I gulped. I glugged.

as much as I could, never thinking of
what I would drink in the latter.
When the land runs dry;
when then again,
I'm deprived of water.

So then, what caught me by surprise,
left without a word... woah,
SURPRISE!
everything turned back the way it was;
an arid heart in a blink of an eye.

But what makes me wonder is this delusive sense,
of your cooling touch amidst this false pretense;


I smell–
Your scent stick to my chest like perfume odour.
My nostrils clogged with the aroma of your neck.
A waft that distorts the senses of this
consumed man.

Thoughts of you linger long after you are gone...
*Like the fragrance of rain that stays after the downpour.
A poem
for her.
or maybe
for myself.

#MovedOn
VG E Bacungan Jan 14
In this hollow white space
Its been two five seven days.
The sky dusks again.
Written 23 November 2020

Original Commentary: Wrote this one earlier when I remembered how long I've been away from home. This COVID pandemic is draining for both the physique and the psyche.
VG E Bacungan Oct 2014
~
The pouting of her lips in perfect sync
to the groove of her hips, in friction against mine.
The heat of sweet sweaty swings
each stroke firm and refined.

~
. . .
                         *
Alas, another daydream -
VG E Bacungan Jan 12
In the rose field
lush and blooming splendidly;
Be the cantaloupe.
Written 22 November 2020
VG E Bacungan Sep 2014
If the lines in my forehead,
be the multiplier of your laughter;
bid grimaced be my days.

If the tears that I shed,
be the sugar in your tea;
let it rain.

If my yelps of pain,
be the lyrics to your song;
take away my voice.

If the cuts on my flesh,
be the curve on your smiles;*
dice me.

If the blood I bleed,
be your elixir of happiness;

deplete me completely.

If the punctures on my heart,
bequeath rays on your sun;

stab me some more.

If the failures I commit,
be the perfection of your day;

wrong me.

If my downfall,
be your supreme ecstasy;

I've long prepared my gravestone.

//So in the end I may say:
I have accomplished my role.
To be the liberation of your morbid soul...//


My existence . .  .
**is at your disposal.
It's been a long time since I last posted a poem... Hey there guys! how have my dear fellow aspiring poets been doing? Lately I've joined our school's literary publication (The Spires) and I've been lucky enough to have got in as one of the EBs. This poem is one of my works published there...hopefully it will be. hahaha. :D
VG E Bacungan Aug 2014
The karvings of this awe-full fantasy amplifies,
the throbbing of my freezing heart.
The shapelessness of the kloud whispers,
wonderful mysteries in inaudible murmurs.

The blue-orange painted kanvas above.
The silhouette of the mountains that hide,
behind the undaunted smokes that forms.
The opening that the heavens made,  
to show the earth its dazzling threshold.
Gradually.
Sensationally.
Approaching the land with unfathomable ardor.

Devout of the seamless tenuous night,
Gangas klangs echoes through the cold.
Lumps of land deprive the moment of silence,
as the people sing to the gods with reverence.

Heareth me, O goddess of the krops!
O god o'er all the mountains come see;
How gracefully she stood before me.
While the pyre gives emphasis to her figure.

Kurves of the kreseant resembles her smile;
edges of her lips sink.
Beautiful exkavation mark on her left cheek,

all in perfekt symmetry; perfektion in all she is.

"Saya Suka Awak" I told her.
that very moment:
Sparkling of the stars devoured our eyes.
Sweetest morose partings seeped in voiceless lullabies;
in unison with symphonic notes lulling unsaid goodbyes.
Through the last movement of vagueness the moment subsides.

For the love that profess fades,
with the chilly thin air it travels;
back to the heart of the other.
Oceans apart they were,
yet atop the mountains. . .
love blossomed.
This poem was made during my stay at Bauko, Mt. Province, Philippines for the first ever SEED Program Philippines hosted by San Beda College. I was lucky enough to be one of the nationa delegates for the event. There I was able to meet people from other ASEAN countries and of course the local folks of the place. In that event I saw too many yet wrote so less; perhaps because I was so busy. But, I was able to write this.. Inspired by the panoramic mountain view, chilly weather and someone from the delegates, this poem was born. #SEEDProgram2014 #SayaSukaAwak. <3 ^_^
VG E Bacungan May 2014
The tip of my pen against the surface of paper.
Release the dew where lies my love, hate, anger.
All in all holds one great power,
to feed the soul; relieve its hunger.

To all who sees,
To all who reads,
To all who hears,
To all who feels,

Do not be in fear.
Yield to this calling...

Pick up your penswords with might!
Brace up your papershields and fight!
Write I tell you now; Write!
Come join me - let's shed some light.
I call to you. I plea. Write your mind out. For there is freedom in writing. :)

— The End —