Nabasa ko kay Oriang Bonifacio

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

One celebrates today, one missed an opportunity, one lost his battle. Every passing day, we are driven and motivated by our own dreams, dreams with a variety of foundation. Intrinsic or extrinsic, wherever that originated, it doesn't matter as long as it fuels you up to achieve them. There are many realizations when you become an adult. It's not just about turning 21 or 30 or 40, or looking so mature. Some forgets to remember the goal and that is to  act mature and not to look mature, how to be smart and not to look smart. It is about how your behavior towards something changes over time. We dream and aim for a goal in different time zones. Sun comes out first in east, disappears in west. It's morning in our place and night time in some states. Others are dreaming while others are working. People differs by their thinking and how they work hard for something. Some are afraid to lose, some are always winning. Some rushes themselves to make it, some slows...

An absence of relief is an invasion of extreme pain. When we experienced pain, we see to it that we will never ever suffer from that again. Whatever that pain is, whoever or whatever caused that feeling, you already build walls and boundaries to secure yourself. You're like a child who loves to eat candies and as he or she eats sweets, his or her teeth embrace cavities. This is like how you love to hear sugarcoated words from your dearest person which you know what exactly will be the result of it. Those sugarcoated words contain cavities that will ruin atleast two or more of your teeth gradually, worst, is when your whole set of teeth fall off. Think of a child who loves to chew, lick, and swallow sweets everyday. One day, he's chewing gummy bears. On his wrong move, it got stuck on his decaying tooth. It bothers him all day up until night. He can't even go to sleep and rest due to his tooth ache. He brushes, gargles and mouthwashes his mouth but nothing worked ou...

Lit the lamps on the parks, the dark is approaching. Ombre, as seen from horizon, amazes the empty souls. I can't take but to appreciate the death of the day and enjoy the resurrection of the night. Wind went silenced, seems like something wrong is going to happen, suspicious, frightening. Deafening silence, strange migration of fowls as seen from here. The stars reappear but some did not made it tonight. Night lights begin to entertain people temporarily. Souls of different hue flocked to busy streets on their way home. Their colors painted the dusk, some are sure, some are not. Some just live, some knows to jive. Some don't care, some are anxious. Some seems tired, some still thrive. Those people, they are at the extremes of brightness and sharpness. Light for warm, dark for cold. Cold breeze breaks my bones, I need a sweater for my own, no one can provide it, I hate to ask someone to do it for me. But can you please accompany me this evening? And just walk aro...

I always find myself looking at the windows, which for me is a symbol for hope and patience. Be it a window in a bus on a trip or a glassless window in our home, I always find myself staring blankly outside waiting for contingency---but nothing happened. How can you stare to a window so hopeful and at ease if you can only see raging waves of hypocrisy, bruising rays of inequalities, and even stone-hearted apathy. Your glance to a window full of enthusiasm is always at risk and consumed. You may even get exhausted to take a second look and you wish you haven't seen what you saw. The world rotates cruelly to people who only wishes to be good, who only wishes to live in harmony and peacefully but the world is not contented to only bring scourge to disadvantaged people, it entertains itself by making fun of fishes trying to survive the current of the storm surge. Things get smaller when you look from a window, things that you wish you can touch and change its course, things ...

Undistinguished Guest People are like the sky during sunset and sunrise They are ambiguous Mysterious You can't guess what they want you to see in them You'll never know if they like you to be with them You see the shade of the sky From the illuminated side To the darker side Monochromatic But strokes are striking Dawn discloses its lighter part to the line where the sky kisses the earth Same as to dusk Sunset never allow you to reach its dark side It's always far, and will never abide Just like what we see in sunrise Sky paints itself It amazes us every millisecond With shades of different identity With clouds of sincerity filled with secrecy Wonder how hard for people to hide their real faces Detaching and leaving with no traces