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Hallways and Tollways

I want to take you 

back to the beginning,

to when I first held your hand

and kissed you nervously

in that little room

that served as our gateway

to our garden

where we’d disappear time and again

each time our eyes meet. 

And even now,

it still opens up for us,

growing new leaves and blossoms

in places we never thought

could still expand

the way our hearts do for each other. 

I will see you in the hallway

of our next abode

where we’d set up tollways

to collect kisses as we pass

each other by.

There will be singing and dancing

the way we did under the moon

to that song’s soulful tune. 

Hold on to me

because I will fly us

to where we shared 

our first cup of coffee

on that hot day,

today as we celebrate

a new moon cycle together. 

Come with me;

I will take you inside

the pages

of the first words I wrote for you,

and let me inscribe them

in your heart this time

in ink as old as the moment

I first dreamt of your eyes.

Read them again

next time you’re alone

in a hallway we haven’t both

walked together. 

For I will be there

setting up tollways

when you turn the corner. 

Hallways and Tollways

November 1, 2022

a chariot in the night poem by natalia go

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A Chariot in the Night

Maybe somewhere
there’s a version of me
that has wings for arms.
Maybe I own a chariot
I can fly in the night
to take us to the clouds
while the world sleeps
and asks nothing of us.

In that world
I can whistle to command
the storms
back to the heavens
and fall as little drops
of dew
to cool us from hot weather.
There’d be no floods
for they will recede
before they rise
when they hear my voice
and cower
forever to the seas.

And all that color
your thoughts black
will dissolve at my touch
back into the void
where their screams die
and come back as pretty tunes
to make you smile.
But I have none such power
and my voice often sounds
a whisper too meek
to dare to speak.

I have only dreams
to wander
where I’m half as strong
as I aspire.
I stand a mere hopeful
in a world where I
can offer nothing grand.
But my hopes spring
from truth
that it’s you I keep
in the innermost depths
of my heart.

With I can go
the distance,
a million lifetimes over
and over
to see my journey with you
through.

A Chariot in the Night
August 16, 2022

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Starving for Words

I am starving for words
locked away behind a boulder,
in a cave of fears
where hide vicious bats
that prey on meister blood,
and steal inspiration
to turn them into stones
they hang on moldy walls.
Thieves and forgers of doubt
in unsuspecting dreamers.

I come to the hatchway
to face their king
yet they have none.
Only mercenaries of the dreaming
guarding nothing
but counterfeit jewels
that don’t glint in the light.
Unwelcome though I am,
it is my words
I’ve come to claim.

What moves the rock
but your smile in my mind’s eye,
which lights up the cavern
of hopes turned lifeless.
None mightier a spell
than your name I speak
to break the curse and return
a hero in your eyes.
No higher honor;
no sweeter sacrifice.

Starving for Words
August 12, 2022

garden of dreams book cover by natalia go

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Garden of dreams preorder

Garden of Dreams is now available for preorder!!! It’s out for a discounted price of PHP460. ETA is end of August. Watch the trailer below!

Natalia Go’s second poetry collection, Garden of Dreams, talks about resurfacing from the thick, menacing silence of a well, past the cold, damp walls, and into a garden where light meets dreamers. It includes sonnets and poems turned into songs. 

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The City Twice Renewed

We saw a funny picture
in the city
that twice broke my heart.
You held my hand
for two hours
while we laughed,
and we came out
to a world that’s changed;
a world that now laughs
at goats and heroes
each time we remember.
And we will remember.
For the world now breathes
but cackles
in the air.

🎻

☀️

Its belly swells
with memories of moments
we’ve made,
ever-expanding with the stars;
it will never go dark.
For the sun that scorched
our backs
while we went ‘round
in a boat
will keep lighting our days.
No matter how many sundowns
we see; the gondolier’s voice
will hang in our ears
no matter how many songs
we hear.

🎻

☀️

I cried a tear
in the night
but you wiped it with a kiss,
filled with a promise
of the next sunrise
we will greet together.
And my heart smiles
at the city
twice renewed.
I shall live
twice more hopeful,
my eyes locked
in the sky
twice brighter;
twice surer.

🎻

☀️

The City Twice Renewed
July 24, 2022

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Staircase From the Temple in the Stars

Claps of thunder
have been heavy lately
like giant rocks
rolling on my shoulders.
What little respite
taken away
at daybreak
when I bleed
from the littlest pricks,
crying tears stemming
from a bottomless well,
cold,
unforgiving
of my one misstep
at its brim.

And its walls
begin to close,
halted only
by the light of your smile
searing the darkness,
parting
the fast approaching doom
from either side of me.
Like a staircase
beaming from the temples
of the goddesses
in the stars,
sparkling
with the beauty
of your heart.

Hide me
in the comfort
of your arms,
my one remaining solace
from this deluge of sorrow
devouring all
but the promise of the day
I will hold you again,
back
in our garden of dreams
where dawn peeks
at the beginning
of each hour
I am in your arms
and you are in mine.

Staircase From the Temples in the Stars
July 19, 2022

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Next Time the Roses Bloom

I miss the scent
of a thousand roses
that bursts from the wall
in your presence,
the warmth
of crackling fire
while rain pours outside
when I hold you
close
until
we’re an atom apart,
breathing
from each other’s mouths,
and the constellations
inside us
warping to burst
together.

I miss the glow
of your cheeks
when you see me pass
from one corner
of the room
to another,
sneaking in a kiss
I can’t help but ask
before I walk past,
and coming back for more
until we’re lost
under the blankets
again,
while the world spins
mindlessly
around us,
until we resurface.

But hold me
close
in your dreams.
I will step
out of the cloudlands
into your waking world
soon after
I collect the words
I’ve been stitching together
from my heart
that I may offer you
a humble revière
of all the sweet nothings
we’ve exchanged
and will again
next time the roses
bloom.

Next Time the Roses Bloom
July 12, 2022

fields of cosmos poem by natalia go

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Fields of Cosmos

You pull me
like a magnet
to where fields of cosmos
lie endless
beneath a golden sky
as the sun dances
in its zenith
to the music of our souls.
There where its light
hits the patch of darkness
in my spirit,
washing it off the rubble
left
by swarms of beasts
from my infernal nightmares.

The force you cast
each time
a smile forms
on your lips
cools and softens
the heated molten rocks
that had clung
to my countenance,
falling off the pink petals
under our bodies
as we lie
rid of strain and disquiet.
And the sludge
turns into dew
at their touch.

In our paradise
where the sun sets
only
when we close our eyes
to dream,
the cosmos wards
the most vicious intruders
in the quietude
we’ve found;
here
beside each other
while horns resound
and thunders clap
outside our sphere,
until the next sunrise.

Fields of Cosmos
July 1, 2022

Until all the stars and the planets are right again, poem by natalia go

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Until the all the stars and the planets are right again

Tonight I feel the kiss
of a cold breeze
in place of your lips;
with it a whisper
from your heart
telling me to be still.
For not a heartbeat more,
I will find you before me
to hold me close again,
and all the hours I spent
waiting
would be but specks of dust
trickling away with the space
that kept us apart
for much too long.

And every trace
of loneliness would melt
away with the layers
of particles
that I would brush
off your body
with my tongue.
The tears that hardened
into stones
inside your heart
would burst into a thousand
colored lights
as other parts of you
kindle
at my touch.

Slowly the world’s
endless spinning
would pause
at the first breath
you take
as I inch into the doorway
of your soul.
A dimension alive
with wild roses
where we’d lie
under cherry trees
exchanging kisses we’ve saved
until all the stars
and the planets are right
again.

Until All the Stars and the Planets Are Right Again
June 19, 2022