The Sea

The sea has called me to speak
of words I have not known
Until this very moment
That I sat down on a cemented block
Hit by a cerculean liquid
Of a vast body they call, the ocean

I must feel. I must appreciate
That then, love is like the ocean
Vast and Unruly
Never hard but often harsh
Yet full of uncertainty

When we love, we see the horizon
 separating the sky from the sea
We have limitations
We know that the heaven
can never be part of the ocean anymore
Yet, we believe in the illusion
 that there is love that has existed after all
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4:35pm
25 January 2016
PLAYA AZALEA
Samal Island, Davao, Philippines

Holding A Rose

Painful as it may seem.
I try to keep a rose on my hand.
While being wounded 
by the sharpness of its thorns.

My Unspoken Poetry

As I pluck the strings of my guitar
salted liquid flow and hit the ground
I remember the song I wrote
It says, "If I could just write a song
I would mean all the words
I mean I would write the WORLD
because you mean the world to me
I couldn't just contain it
And I think I could not write a song
Since you are my unspoken poetry
But now you're here again
And I regret the day I made this song
Because you are the poetry in me
And I regret the day I knew poetry
Because I had to pluck the strings of my guitar
And let salted liquid flow and hit the ground
 for the first time"

My Unspoken Poetry
by Hyacinth Tiffany Jungco

10:50pm
30 January 2016
President Roxas, Cotabato