lit 104

I Am Not There
The Inconsistent

Take that pen and write
For you have the hands of a writer

Go tell your story and that of others
That I, and them, may find comfort from it

Then don't forget to write for me
Because I- even with a story to tell-
Unlike you, is not a storyteller

I may have your heart,
But never your hands.

lit 103

Esches
The Inconsistent

He noticed her staring at him
straight in the eye
blue, sharp
without blinking as he did not.

Puzzled. She let out a smile he recognized was his.
Curved on the face almost identical, as his had produced
his sight dictated.

He uttered a word, must be hello, as she did
almost instantaneously
without letting her word echoed his.

Had he been dreaming, he asked himself silently,
but his senses showed him otherwise.
Then he approached her as she approached him,
unsure if she felt him.
Their bodies in harmony.

He stopped inches from her
only to realize that he is seeing himself

on what he thought could be a mirror.

lit 102

Nonesense
The Inconsistent

Isa. Dalawa. Tayo.

Sila.

Laban.

Talo.

Apat.

sa Kanya.

lit 101

Solace
The Inconsistent

As darkness covered my soul
And dominated the light which uncovered the reality in me,

I felt hopeless.
I cried.

Until a sudden force touched my heart,
My whole being.
It was a hug, an invisible one.

I knew it, it was him.