—im so used to crying every night, that my tears ran out
“His heart was shattered countless times, yet within his eyes love was still alive.”
- When A Sad Man Loves
One day when we meet distance will just be a matter of the warm breaths in between our lips;
And the talking will happen through the eyes and the twirling of fingers, on a quiet day trip.
The day would speed up and slow down at the same time;
I’ll want you to stay for the night, while I hold you in my arms and call you mine.
Sometimes, you won’t know how you did it.
But you’ll let go.
So hold on tight
On your ride called life
He bite the forbidden fruit on January night,
Playing with fire caused mystery and fright.
Don’t know what he wants, he just write;
Unable to think straight, there is no light.
Became slave of the snake, it’s insane;
There is no time machine, nothing on his brain.
Black roses that he planted,
Thorns ain’t hurts it’s intended.
Locked himself in the room, confinement’s extended;
Crooked line that was draw, he is suspended.
The light of fake protagonist in the dark,
Wolf was left behind without a question mark.
Then he walked slowly to find the gate,
To have an amnesia on those specific dates.
One day he wake, feeling exhausted
Realization was all in his bed.
He wants to change, to be something new;
Don’t need many, just a few.
Avoided things with the sense of negativity,
Fed his soul with full of positivity.
Took a month to see the dawn,
Cautious me, I turned it on.
Rainbow shines after the rain,
I met someone, he ease this pain.
He washed those dirty laundries in my brain;
His name is self, will never sob again.
Drama and heartbreaks are no fun;
Chain unlocked, cage is now gone.
I can now breathe, no longer drowning;
More than glad without a face of frowning.
I see myself, I kissed the mirror;
Life is great even with full of error.
Hug yourself, embrace your flaws;
Let your wings spread and fly with different colors. 🌈
The sun peaks it’s
weary head over the still,
The morning arrives
as trumpets of roosters
The morning will momentarily
grace us but easy come, easy go,
The breeze of morning breath
as flowers perk and
parents rub the slumber from
their eyes and brace
for a day filled with
nonchalant chit chat that
makes the most eager of
the sun engulfs the day
before hiding again,
leaving the moon to
fend for itself
Standing silent in the face
of the beast.
The beast has a name but
the elite are too scared
to say it.
Don’t say it
Hush your voice or he
His enemy is the truth,
he knows no colour
as he tortures the poor
he swallows us whole
engulfing all our dreams.
It’s almost shameful
The extent I go through
Just to feel you
Checking your social media
Just to see you
Rereading old text messages
To feel like I still talk to you
Smelling my pillows
Because they still smell like you
Holding my own body to comfort it
Because it still calls for you
I am truly embarrassed
At how much I miss you
I guess I’m breaking my own heart
By still caring for you
Pagod na kong laging mag-isip kung nasan na ba tayo? Nasaan na yung mga pangako. Yung mga katagang binitawan mo? Nasaan na?
Hindi ko naman tinago sayo yung kalagayan ng isip at ng diwa ko. Pero bakit ganito? Sadya bang nakikipaglaro ka lang o kung ano?
Sabihan mo naman ako, para kahit papano'y alam ko naman kung saan ako pupuwesto.
Kung ipaglalaban pa ba o susuko na?
Kung maghihintay pa ba o lilimot na?
Nawa'y sumagot kana, nang matapos na, sapagkat pagod na ang utak ko sa lahat ng pagdududa at pangamba,
sayo at sa sarili pa.
Sheep stand in cubicles
by the hour,
casting strangers into
Spineless beings of
nothingness minutes before
glorifying their strength.
The sheep are kept in
no room to escape,
the leaders lead from
the same back you get stabbed
forever lost and nowhere to be found
The sound of birds cheering,
Flowers bloom on a cold
The air is pure
and men are singing
I drift peacefully through
a river with no end
The banks have burst and
Im flooded with expressions,
I am reminded that my
band is eternal
and the bond forever strengthened
until death do us part,
and even then
our souls intertwined
by heavenly divine
…its because I can’t run to you, to the one who made me feel like my tears were worth something, rather than meaningless drops of solitude.
Ironic, because now I’m only able to gift you my tears, whereas I’d want to share a bundle of happiness.
But believe me, I would if I felt some. I would run to you without a worry in the world, but its because I have never had anything else to offer but my tears, that I can’t run to you.
I sure do …
Thank Heaven! the crisis – The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last – And the fever called “Living” Is conquered at last.
~ by Edgar Allan Poe, For Annie
Thoughts in my head
These little minions,
Doing the dirty work of my darker self,
Plaguing my serene village,
They attack vulnerability,
Fear being their main course.
The monsters aren’t under my bed
They are in my head,
Lurking under a veil of electric impulses,
The devil sits on my shoulder whilst
My guardian angel slumbers.
They are a menace, a dark menace.
The minions change perceptions,
their ability to attack the optic nerve
And bring darkness upon it.
Perception is a vulnerable village
with very little protecting it.
They worm their way under and over
High walls and attack all the emotions hiding under coffee tables and inside closets.
They soar high above the clouds and
Torpedo downwards, spiraling into roofs
And crashing happiness.
These minions are smart, the devil their
The master manipulator.
He slithers over your shoulder and hisses,
Chills run down your spine while he
Stupid, selfish, sadness, sabotage
His hisses gentle like a lamb
But he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
is it really that tough to find a guy that loves classic literature just as much as I do, who will go to the art museum with me and who will not hesitate to make a blood pact with me?