Have you seen me?
I've been gone for a while
I died last week while you were away
Nothing left but my empty body for you to scream at
Have you ever seen you?
I've been piercing the air with my pain
How do you not notice how I feel
Gone without a trace
Were you ever there
Did you ever love me?
I loved you more than my next breath
Did you see me?
When I finally realized who I was and who I am?
It's okay if you didn't
Because it has nothing to do with you anymore

Fond of scribbling words
Especially when I'm down
A way of letting it go
A way of easing me down.

Now scanning a notebook
Full of unreadable writings
Like it's some kind of stenograph
Which I only can understand.

Some say that I have the gift
And some say that I'm brave enough
To tackle about my life,
To write about my pains.

But I can't see it that way
'Cause all the words in my mind
All the ideas I'm writing down
Isn't enough to express what's inside.

I'm dying to write all of it
To lessen my burdens
But I hardly find the words
And not all of it could be shared.

As ideas struck my mind
And I'm starting to write it down
It's where the complication start
As the words wrestle to form a phrase.

I can't make it rhyme all the time
But it doesn't matter
As long as it's lyrical
A free verse poem will do.

I follow no rule in writing
'Cause the best way to write for me
And the only way I know,
Is to write from the heart...


Krystal Marcelo
04/28/16

*But originally written 04/16/16

I.
Oh tears, make kaleidoscopes in your eyes and reflect back mine as well;
Till we awake in an unspoken praise of dimes and pennies alike forever.


II.
See, your wings are broken alike and feel my infinite breaths resting on them;
I will slither along your broken arm and be your one and only satellite.


III.
Hear, the crackling of my bones building up the refuge where I need to relax;
Makes me lose my self control and take my prints on the pages of the books.


IV.
Taste the pain in my tongue, feel the warmth give out everything to the stars;
Take the dart I have and pierce it up like a brooch up on my manly suit.


V.
Run, run through the vines and woods with you hair dangling it’s true;
Without bowing down to me even an inch close till you were with me.


VI.
Feel the cotton made out of tiger skin and making rashes on my forehead;
It’s so soft, still turning up my nails into a sharpened blade of truth.


VII.
Come, come closer to my heart and feel every breath from an inch of your skin;
Vaporizing the webs sprinkled all around like we are a prey in a trap.


VIII.
Here comes, the snuffing of our souls and curtains set everywhere like goals;
It’s a never ending metaphor for ours to give to everyone.


IX.
And now, our eyes are blinded by the arrogance we walked upon;
Still standing up even in our mortal expiry just like the rotten apples we passed down on our feet.

She sits upon her throne
With a crown upon her brow
A tangled mess of dead vines and bone
She holds a scepter of rotted bough

Her throne is black as obsidian
The arms are made of skulls
Around her are her subjects
these regretful wails of souls  

This is now her kingdom
This place she was delivered
All consuming fear and fire
Where prayers cannot be whispered

Even though she did not want
She will be forever despite her quell  
She pleaded and begged all for not
She is now the queen of **Hell

Forever's a burden that none deserves to bear alone...
I wanted to share it with you, i waited for the perfect moment
to let you know but sadly I lost you with the winds of the wait,
patience was my biggest mistake,
the worst business I ever invested in because
I was told patience is one of those ventures that pays...
Maybe like they famously say; not all good
business students make great business minds
and not all successful opportunities ultimately succeed.
I loved you, I love you and I believe loving you is my future career.
I know it's a tiring job but again, what job is easy?
I choose to be your slave even if you will never know for
you will always see the rays of my undying orb of affection and care,
like the evening Sun after it's been eaten by
the canker-worm of twilight,
but you might never know I am the one lighting the way.
You will always be somebody that means the planet to me,
because you and I are post to be.

Pyres burn my heart tonight

I walk down the timepiece

So it can sip my niceties,

I thaw my soul in the outings

Tears I cried in 63’s,

Shoving my shelf off

Patching the game cards out,


The hotel room’s melting

Fuming the memories I kept for long,

My room is a mess, thinking the dead

I comb my strands recklessly

Bite it like my rusted shackles

The band is dying, I never mortify,


Seeing is a crime

Blindfolded like time,

I have worn out my shoes

Touching the tissues of my mistakes,

I act like Midas.

The cuckoo swarms the honey pots
padlocked using a mosaic lock,
it flutters like destiny with the clouds
faster than the flies hovering the swamp
blindsided by the sweet shops an inch away,
housing the colorful lamps and steel plates  ,
from a distance the cycle bells ring
like bells on the clock tower
shimmering under the hot sun ,
the infant is way too messy,
dropping the nutcrackers on the floor
kissed by his feet, he spits words
of strange alphabets hung by a loose coil,
the follicles press the spiraled mat at the door
wetting the smooth passage ahead ,
thrown by the hand-hugged steel ,
near the moss, a cycle stands
pedaled by a sweaty labor
encrusted like turquoise shades on his surface,



The honey *** lies empty ~~~

Hmm,
At first sight
I like ...
Our eyes met, we smiled
The feeling is mutual
I can tell

Didn't think it possible but
It happened
Just like that!
I'm hooked
My summer crush

I looked up
A hand came in view
It was him, looking straight in my eyes

I melted on the spot
Took his hand and squeezed
The cougar in me purred with delight

Ahh, it's real
Mon cheri - those eyes
Always roaming to find the other
Hoping no one notices

It's a mutual thing
To just be friends
Not to harm or offend

Feels good
We smile, secretively
Like old friends

Summer crush
Like ice
Sizzling hot
Hush ...
I don't even know his name

Copyright JRap /7/2016