Nabasa ko kay Oriang Bonifacio

  There's always a space between us Gap without fillers Missing links, broken puzzle pieces A series of closed doors, lost keys You give multiple codes They are all indecipherable Your actions are so obscure Making me so insecure You, being a cryptic I, being a skeptic Water my mind with lots of queries You left them all unanswered I'm not a code breaker My instinct stinks in numbers and letters Nor you should give me a case And ask me to solve it without bases Without traces Without clues Without a start to stop or continue I'm in between the lines Of reading between your lines Your spills that are all well-planned Rehearsed for many times I think I should leave you now For I am not raised for this role Breaking something that is whole To fit someone like me In this uncertain hole What's the answer behind every codes? I don't know, I know nothing about you And I think That is all I know I know nothing about you. by: Oryang Bonifacio 📸: Oryang Bonifacio Salcedo Str...

Some people are like comets Made of dust and ice They travel in space tails away from the sun They will come across your way Will amaze you for a while and make you want it to stay Will make you excited in the view it showcases Steals your attention while you're in the terrace But, never trust a comet Remember what they are made of What trouble it will give you, will cost you You'll meet them once but will deceive you forever Will promise to stay, but will sneak when you blink Will make you wait for years then just come back Like nothing happened Will leave you again and again, and again and make you a prisoner of its coldness. by: Oryang Bonifacio

In every bar, in every club There's a soul that has been wrecked Wanderer who keeps on cutting ties And doesn't want to reconnect In every shot, in every sip There's a throat that's been cut too deep A sinner who has no sin With sight that is too dim Deafen by the loud noise of amplified music In this orphanage of rebels and lost sheep Longs for more alcoholic drinks Holding a goblet of regrets Gulping each liquid spirits of mistakes Uttering words no one can comprehend Playbacks history Sinks in a pool of anxiety Fueling up pain Comfort in every ecstatic sensation Taking chances in this new religion No signs of relief Hope is nowhere for confrontation Resides and dwells in grief Stands in the front line with no riffle Just let me hug you, Let me love you, Let me bathe with you, My poison. by: Oryang Bonifacio 📸: Oryang Bonifacio Inspired by the movie: On Vodka, Beers, and Regrets