Where Are We Going Tonight?
Tonight, I am running away with you,
with nothing but city lights
flickering under the moonlight
gleaming behind us.
All the worries and backlogs
we left and thrown away.
For once and a while,
let's go mad in this mad world.
You are driving and I was screaming,
in the top of my lungs
of the song we played randomly,
while I hold you seeing your world and my world collide.
The amalgam created a kaleidoscope
of new colors that only you and me can see.
We shout and the air blows from isthmus, following the running skies
and immovable stars
until we reach the paramount of the mountains.
But we never stop there,
we go beyond them to seek the sunset,
but just like life, we have our own U-turns,
to laugh and joke about things that once confused us.
Buying stuff at 7/11 with faint music of the 1975 blaring around,
and we dance to the beat like the world is about to end,
but being with you like this, no this is not the end yet.
And we go under the bridge to continue our dance routine
and to sing songs we just downloaded on Spotify,
and we drive by the silent street
of nothing but running newspapers and empty bins.
I stick my hand out to catch the running wind
and the sickening beat of an electro-dance pop you played.
We never stop until we finally reach the precipice.
We stood there and look at the horizon
with nothing on our minds but to see the sunset.
We feign the most chaotic ambition
to the world we could ever think,
until the lullaby of your own voice hushed me to sleep.
I never sleep, I can't sleep.
A moment like this is a pin drop in a haystack,
A moment like this can't be turned back.
We'll talk until we see the sky turns to a Realism portrait.
An ocean waves and golden sky, I couldn't wish for more,
for this is the most for me.
We'll wait, I'll picture this.
Your hands around me, smiling and staring at the big cerulean sea.
This will be engraved herein my memory,
You and me and the great flee.
Just a memory because after I wake up, I might not able to see
this and you again in my reality.
But maybe, maybe,
I may see you again in my dream,
with our new great adventure,
new excursion,
new places but the same you and the same feelings.
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PoesíaThis is a collection of short stories and poems written in English and Filipino as our entry for the SOX Zine Fest 2020. With the collaboration of my two friends, we made this compilation with all our whims, fears, and musings into. I hope you like...