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Marthin Nov 2019
Dear Mom and Dad
Did I make you proud?
Of the things I did
Won’t you make a sound?

Dear Mom and Dad
It’s lonely you know.
That I’m here all alone
Not knowing where to go.

Dear Mom and Dad
I miss you so
When the night glows
The tears, they show.

Dear Mom and Dad
How are you up there?
I hope you two are happy
So that it’s easier to bear.

Dear Mom and Dad
I love you both you know
But why so early
That you had to go?

Dear Mom and Dad
Oh how I miss you so
Dad’s big embrace
And Mom’s “I told you so”

Dear Mom and Dad
I dream now and then
That someday, somehow
We’ll all be together again.
Marthin Oct 2018
Never date a poet,
for the words created-
will spark the fire,
that you're sure to regret.

Never date a poet,
for every night he thinks
of you,
for every dream he wishes
to come true,
and his words will hurt
like a bullet.

Never date a poet,
for every paper written with
ink,
and every candle that he
has lit,
for his words are without
merit.

Never date a poet,
for every ink that is with
every stroke,
for strands of feelings that
fuses in it,
You have become his palette.

Never date a poet,
for he wanders the vast
universe,
searching through valleys and
worlds unknown,
You will only become a planet.

Never date a poet,
for his pain expresses a thousand
knives,
and his joy reveals the field of
spring,
His feelings will never set.

Never date a poet,
for you yourself know that its
hard,
harder than steel or of that a
diamond shard,
Your birthdays and anniversaries
he will never forget.

Never date a poet,
for his words are more sharper
than knives,
like swords that can take lives,
Be vigilant for when he's quiet.

Never date a poet,
for he can make his life a story,
he can garner other peoples
sympathy,
For sure he'll remember every
moment to the last minute.poet
Marthin Oct 2018
If you ever do fall in love with a poet,
remember that a poet is good with words,
for his words can catch your breath,
and it's meaning transcends different worlds.

Once you fall in love with a poet,
always guard your beating heart,
for once he express what he felt,
a story will be born for it's counterpart.

If you stay in love with a poet,
then your will has been strong enough,
to love a man who is quite deft,
a life like that is tougher than tough.

But if you do still love a poet,
your world will always become a story,
for his characters you will becometh,
the fairytale of your dreams will turn
to actuality.

Fall in love with a poet for if you do,
that every rhymes he has created,
and for all the stanzas he has made,
All of it is meant for his one and only
you.

Fall in love with a poet for all time,
and you shant envy romeo and juliet,
for to be his lover and not his friend,
you'll find a love that will never end.
Marthin Oct 2019
A Poet uses words as weapons,
Using only his ink and pen,
Stories that’ll last for eons,
Are merely waiting to happen.

For a Poet never uses a sword,
Containing a will that will never yield,
Cause not even a fortress or a shield,
Could block the power of his word.

A Poet never practiced the bow,
Yet his lines hit you like an arrow.
A Poet never did ****** a spear,
Yet the force of words could let out a tear.

For a Poet never uses war-like things,
For the pain that his word brings,
No matter where you go or hide,
It always hits you on the inside.
Marthin May 2019
Oh magandang binibini, ako’y lubos na nagagalak dahil sa ating mga mumunting palitan ng mga mensahe. Kahit na ito’y di masyadong impormatibo, ako’y lubos na nasisiyahan sa ating mga pinag-uusapan.

Oh binibini, ang bawat ngiti na iyong pinapakita ang siyang nagbibigay sigla sa matamlay kong araw. Ang iyong mga tawa ang siyang nagsisilbing musika sa aking mga tenga, na walang kapantay sa tinig at ganda.

Kahit na sa kakaunting panahon na tayo’y nagkilala, para na kitang kaibigan na kay tagal nang kilala. Ang bawat palitan ng mga letra’t salita ay may kasamang pagmamahal at tuwa. Kaya ang mga salitang ito’y kusang lumalabas sa aking dila.

Oh binibini, nawa’y mapansin mo ang mga problema na dulot mo, sa pagka’t gabi-gabi nalang ako’y di makatulog pag na-aalala ang mga ngiti **** sintamis ng preskong bino at ng mga titig **** kasing init ng siling labuyo.

Nawa’y sa pag idlip mo’y mapaghinipan mo ako, ng ako rin ay makadayo sa mundong tayo lang dalawa ang nandoon. Kung saan malayo tayo sa mga mata ng di nakakaintindi, at sa mga salita ng di nakaka-alam.

Oh binibini, lagi mo sanang tandaan, na kahit saankaman ay laging nasa sayo ang puso ko. Na kahit bagyo ma’y dumaan at mga lindol ay maranasan, na ang pagtingin ko ay laging sayo lamang.
A deep tagalog poem
Marthin Sep 2018
Magising ka sa ganda ng umaga ba
Pero babe, mas maganda ka parin,
Tara kain gud tayo, kainin ko yang
ngabil mo at inumin ko katas mo,

At kung gutom ka rin, pwede mo man
kainin tung pandesal ko,
kung gusto mo samahan mo na rin
konti ng bear brand ko,

Labas tayo mamaya, ang kinis ng ulap
pero mas kinis man kamay mo babe oy,
Gusto ko tikman talaga ba
yung mala marshmallow mo gung kutis,

Pero, hintay muna tayo ha
hindi paman gud lunch,
Pag alas dose na ay pwede na kita kainin
ay este pwede na tayo kumain,

Ano gusto mo kainin?
Yung mga egg meal o yung akin?
San rin tayo magkain?
Sa lamesa or sa bed natin?

Mahirap man mag pili babe oy
Gusto ko sa sala pero bad man gud ba,
Di man gud yan tinuro nila mama
Dapat man daw na kainin kita sa lamesa,

Baka gusto mo dessert?
Busog ka na ba babe?
Baka pwede na tanggalin yang skirt?
Naka feel pa kasi ako ng crave,

Kain tayo ng pina sosyal-sosyal sa dinner
Yung may pa wine-wine tayo,
Yan lang gud kailangan natin
Basta bukas ha ikaw naman ang cleaner.
Davao-Tagalog poem.
It's a bit sensual
Marthin Sep 2018
The rain falls once again
I sit on a chair near the balcony
Opening the window
the strong scent of rain
drills through my nostrils,
The thoughts of cacophonic
sounds inside my head
looming suddenly disappears,
The rain still falls hard but gently
the sounds of it creates
a relaxing sound that you like to hear.

I open up a book of Coelho's,
Reading till page seventeen and
I closed the book and got up
Going to the kitchen I warm up
some black coffee to drink,
I picked up my favorite mug
and poured the steaming hot
coffee that just finished heating up,
I hold the mug feeling it's warmth
with both hands, holding it tight.

I walked back at the balcony
Sitting at the chair and placing the mug
I look at the view in front of me,
of how these tiny water droplets
stay still when falling down the air
and breaks after falling to the ground,
and I remembered, "Oh, that was me"
I take a sip off this piping hot coffee
I feel the warmth spreading
and glanced at the beyond and there
I became deathly still.
Marthin Jan 2019
The archaic voices from above,
Through shattered hearts broken from love,
Minds upheaving in fluid motion,
Are unable to disregard certain deep emotion.

In valiant feelings and dreaded thoughts,
To deep longing and urges that were fought.
Late night conversations for release,
Are what makes my heart serene with ease.

Woe for the selfless individuals who parted,
From senseless pride that will never be sated,
In physical bruises to even painful scars,
For to care a beloved, your love must be boundless like the stars.
Bound lexical choices
Marthin Sep 2018
The rain pours slowly outside
tiny drops flow down the glass,
A bright yellow shaped M hangs
outside this place that promotes a clown,
A song by Kesha is being
played on the speaker loudly,
The taste of smooth white cream
paired with the sweet yet salty caramel,
I see kids playing around
smiles plastered on their faces,
I forgot the times which I smiled
like that, no worries or woes,
Nothing to think about but just
having fun and enjoying the time,
I long lost forgotten how it
feels to be truly happy,
I try to be on track with the music
but I can't get in tune,
I try to be happy, but there's a
crack that cannot be filled with,
I try to fill up that crack that
seems like a black hole,
That part of me is something
that just can't disappear,
I've longed for something or
somebody to fill this space,
But as I travel and experience
more, I have come to realize,
That maybe I don't need something
and all the more someone,
Maybe I just needed to let
myself find out what happiness
truly is and how I found it,
As I think about all those things,
the music changed into
something that created much upbeat,
I decided to walk away from
the place and go home,
As I exit the door, I walk through
and I felt the rain sprinkled
over me, and I felt something,
I felt a relief of being able to accept
something you love without
avoiding or rejecting it.
Maybe happiness looms around
each and everyone of us but
we avoid and reject it cause
we don't think that it's what we want,
but dear that's what we need.
Her
Marthin Sep 2018
Her
The way you touch her **** slanted thighs,
Caressing her skin as you hear her moan,
You’ll know what she wants when you see her eyes,
To brand her body, to make her your own.
She saw both good and bad life has to give,
Her body became a cushion for rest,
Her feelings are hidden inside her sieve,
Always in a cycle of being undressed.
Marthin Feb 2019
How happy were you when we both said goodbye?
When the relationship we both strongly built crumbled to pieces.
How could you look at me straight to my eyes when you lie?
While my heart is being torn apart, filling it with emptiness.

How could you move on so quickly like it was nothing at all?
While I was stuck in the slumps, hopeless - finding it hard to move on.
How can you be so happy when he gave you a call?
When you were just crying when we chatted through the phone.

How could you say that you really loved me and cared?
When you had no time for me, cause you were busy with someone else.
How heartless of you to smile while watching our red string be severed?
Destroying the beautiful orchestra with the sound of the haunting church bells.

How was it so easy for you to be happy with another man?
Was I not enough? It’s really hard for me to understand.
How, how, how?
Marthin Feb 2019
I feel really empty,
Lonely as I can be,
It's like swimming
the deep sea,
When there's no one
and nothing to see.

I feel really empty,
I feel it so clearly,
The void starts to call
and swallow me,
And leaving me with
so little sanity.

I feel really empty,
How can it be cured,
I want to escape and
break free,
But all I can do is
endure.

I feel really empty,
There is no cure,
The void starts to
consume me,
As I stare at the
room's door.

I feel really empty,
Or is it just me,
The sounds of silence
surrounds me,
Amplifying up my
sensitivity.

I feel really empty,
Empty as I can be,
I've got no words
of glee,
Nor the backing of
company.

I feel really empty,
Really, really empty,
Could this meaning
really be,
That the silence is
really meant for me.
Marthin May 2021
Maybe someday, we'll see each other again
when the trees bloom once more
we'd be meeting in that same park we used to go
under that maple tree where we used to sit

Maybe someday, we'll see each other again
alone, sitting at a corner, then our eyes meet
shock turns to happiness, smiling, both of us
then we'd sit across each other, asking how we've been

Maybe someday, when skyscrapers fill the sky
I'll see you walking, hand in hand, with a girl
She looks like you, the way both of your smiles match
Her eyes sparkle like the way yours do

Maybe someday, when I'm away from home
I'll visit the places we once dreamed of visiting
Taking pictures of myself, alone and reminiscing
And if ever we meet again I'd tell you that I went there

Maybe someday, where you're smiling brightly
With another man, who can make you laugh
I'll be looking at you from afar
In the restaurant we always used to eat at

Maybe someday, I'll see you again,
wearing a light dress, with a baby in your arms
and you'll see me, and you'll just smile
and I'd smile back, smiling for your happiness

Maybe someday, when I can forget you
I'll also be happy, I'd find myself a pet or two
Visiting friends and family, going on trips
Trying to forget you and move on

Maybe someday, I'll be fine again
I'll see you, and it won't hurt as much as before
I'd talk to you again, and ask how you've been
And I'd share to you all the things I have seen

Maybe someday, when I return to this town
And you'll be there, sitting under that maple tree
And maybe, I'd have the courage to tell you
Tell you the things I couldn't say

Maybe someday I could,
Maybe someday,
Maybe.
Someday.
Marthin Jan 2019
You're the most beautiful symphony I've ever heard,
My feelings for you can't be expressed by mere words,
Your face exceeds of those like Mona Lisa,
Cause for me you are my only Prima Donna.

At first I really thought that we both were inlove,
Yet as time passes by, I noticed that yours wasn't really love,
Yours was mere flirtation that you always want to do,
While mine was pure affection, simple but t'was true.

As tale as old as time, and song as old as rhyme,
I created stories and songs, but you didn't have the time,
Made you a princess in every possible way,
As long as you were happy and smiling, I was okay.

Or maybe it's just me, who's overthinking everything,
Maybe you can't explain what you're feeling,
And maybe that you really do love me at all,
That you're just waiting for something to befall.

Curious and insecure as I can be at the moment,
I just don't want to give out any of my judgment,
I made this poem not because you're tiring,
But because I feel that, That one of us isn't Loving.
Marthin Sep 2018
The sun rose once more, but not the same as the past ones, I face the day not knowing what will happen, but something’s gone and missing and I know that it’s better for me to move on and face forward, not because I want to, but I need to. Maybe we aren’t and maybe we can’t, your sight was never on me and will never be. I was just a Repairman that you only needed at the moment, but as all Repairmen do once they finish repairing something, they relinquish it back to it’s own place, And your place is not with me. You belong to be free and be able to choose what you want and what makes you happy, and I know that I’m not one of those, and I accept that. I hope that he makes you smile more than I do, I wish that he loves you genuinely like I do too. I’ll be lying if I said that I don’t want to forget this feeling, but you can never forget the feeling you felt for someone that made your heart beat with happiness and serendipity, you can only find a love that exceeds the past feelings that you felt, and it *****. Cause I know that these feelings takes a long time to be suppressed. Maybe you’re just a person who came into my life to only serve as a lesson and not a destination.
Marthin Sep 2018
You are the smell that comes before the rain, that gives me that feeling of serendipity and vagueness that I like,

You are the smell that comes before the rain, that gives me that feeling of serendipity and vagueness that I like,

You are the view that I like to see every night, you're no mere star, you're a frickin constellation. You are made up of different kinds of you that makes you beautiful,

You are the food that I want to gobble and eat up but is so effin cute that it makes me want to keep you and preserve you until I think that the time is right to dig in,

You are the painting that's genre can't be described, you're like realism and surrealism at the same time, you look like a fairy who descended from above but is real because I see you and can feel you,

You are the dream that I keep on dreaming, hoping that it would never end, the dream that I want to reach and achieve, your radiance is what keeps me going through dark phases of my life,

You are the black hole that attracts my whole being, being dragged to the depths of your own profundity and mystery, I keep on being ****** in when I'm with you, losing all sense of time and awareness,
You are the sun that makes me bloom in excitement when you appear, you brighten up each day and give me reasons to wait for moments when I can see you,

You are the reason why I'm so gung-** in the definition of love, in the mysteries of love, in the ways of love or just maybe love itself, but wait, you are love itself and I love you.

You are the reason why my writing became much more colorful and expressive, you give me reasons to write poetry, and I write poetry for the sole reason of expressing my feelings to you.
Marthin Mar 2019
Since when did Death become an art you can practice?
Since when did Suicide become a trend you can go with?
Do you find beauty in the death of a poor victim?
Or do you see contentment in those eyes that are suffering?

The world has become a place where we can objectify.
Not even you or them, neither he or she can testify.
That the world has changed than what we came by.
That in front of problems and mishaps no one would clarify.

The world has become a scary place can’t you see?
Where we need a trend to clean, but isn’t it our responsibility?
Where women are blamed why they are *****.
Does it really matter? What they wear, the color, size or shape?

Where becoming true will make you a freak.
Where if you’re silent then you’re weak.
Do others find solace in the face of injustice?
Or is it that what the others has practiced?

Why do we continue of romanticizing wrong things,
Do we not think of the consequences it brings?
To the people around us, whether they be young or old.
Should we say the things that are better left untold?

Yes we don’t know what the future may hold,
But we can change it, cause we are the mold.
What we do in the process changes the outcome.
Yet it solely depends on what we choose to become.
Marthin Nov 2018
As day gradually turns to night,
when the sun moves out of sight,
your breath alone gives me warmth,
as we focus entirely on our art.

The way you move your cherry lips,
I move to seal the deal with a kiss,
the softness of your tongue I admire,
the vacuum of your mouth I desire.

You move in ways unexpectedly,
you change the world entirely,
your Hair slides like a waterfall,
and that's the reason of my downfall.

Your arms crawl like slender snakes,
your legs locks me into my place,
your grip is tighter than that of brakes,
yet you move serenely, full of grace.

As we move you go up and down,
It starts to make my voice groan,
We get crazy not afraid to be known,
But I become more when I hear you moan.

As we hustle under the throes of love,
the pain turns to pleasure if you're above,
intertwining our bodies till we collapse,
wishing that time would do overlaps.

We rest our bodies beside each other,
Thinking to myself that this is my lover,
Seeing you smile and I kissed you again,
Now the thoughts in my mind, only you remain.
Marthin Sep 2018
A page of a story that
recorded times of us together,
written only by a pencil
that was beneath your table,
words etched and
woven into sentences,
and intertwined to
create beautiful paragraphs,
beautifully written and
the words so precise,
but such beauty cannot
last anymore, cause
the absence of your shadow
still looms around the
bedroom floor,
the pain you inflicted
on me still burns so brightly,
that even the stars lose
in splendor, I want to
forget and eradicate these
feelings of pure sadness
and this pitiful love,
I reach the eraser that
you left on the right
side of my desk that
you used to sit on,

I caress the paper like
I was saying goodbye,
Gently, the eraser
moved with splendor
and finesse, as it goes up,
down, left and right, the
memories run down
like pieces of rain drops,
fast but quiet, then tears
fall out as I see the words
once so beautiful
be erased and are slowly
disappearing from sight.
Slowly, gently and
carefully I erase these words,
like the way I want to
forget the things
both you and I shared.
Turning this once
magnificent and beautiful
story into mere nothingness,
The memories written
inside me, I want it to
be as empty,
as this blank sheet of paper.
Marthin Oct 2019
We both were aboriginals.

Knowing nothing but to rely on primal instincts, we only knew how to devour. Using tactics on how to conquer each other as if beguiled by omniscience.

Carnal instincts propagate as we continue to intertwine our own bodies, matching each other’s cadence. Not even Clausius nor Thomson or even Carnot could determine the Temperature that both our bodies emit.

Lost in the heat of the moment, we continue to confront in sensual interaction, as if taken a drug that took us high.

We both let out melodious keys that resound symphonically. As if tranqualized, we lay there, our bare skin covered in sparkling translucent sweat. Our eyes coincide, within them, a faint trace of sweetness mixed with heat and love. Our cheeks, colored like plump cherries on early spring.

Lastly we close our eyes and drift within the dreamland. Guided by Hypnos himself, we transverse the foreign land, with nothing but the burning memory that made us melt like candlesticks that once held a majestic flame.
Marthin Nov 2019
You were the sweetest demise that led me into a valley of roses. Where you said that you are the only rose and the others are thorns. The sublime symphonies of your laughter echoes through out each quarter of that ****** field.

You are the serene before the calamity that once gave me calm, but now made me torned. The great yin and yang where they were the Bad inside the Good, and you were Good in spite you were bad.

You were the delicious flavour that permeates in my tongue, you melt my entirety and leave me with bitter aftertaste, desperately searching for sweetness that you once took.

You were the joy that now became my agony. That every word you said about the stars now resonate within my mind everytime I look at them. The stars resemble you oh so, you were dazzling yet you were already dead.

You familiarized me with your scent, that when you left, I still remember it. That those memories where our bodies intertwine and your sweat mixes with mine - leaving me longing for your touch.

You conditioned me to always follow you, now that when you’re now gone, I don’t know where to go. What I thought was my destination, was only meant to serve me a lesson - a lesson that came as a person.
Marthin Mar 2021
Let me bathe you,
Using the spring of our youth,
Let me warm you up,
With the heat from our bodies.

Let me embrace you,
Like how a robe covers you whole,
Let me be near,
Nearer than your shadow.

Let me undress you,
Like how the sun thaws out snow,
Let me touch you,
Much more than how we touched each other before.

Delay my senses,
Fill me with love, joy, and ecstasy,
Numb my lips,
Make them redder than cherries.

Sail my ship,
Until we reach the forbidden lands,
Sail until we can't no more,
Until we reach the verdant shore.
Marthin Mar 2019
What does it take to make people understand? That it’s not about you, and what you do. That it’s about them and how they treat you.

What does it take to make others feel the same pain you’re going through? That you can’t make it go away because it’s always there to stay.

What does it take for everyone to know that you’re in deep pain? Not because someone hurt you, but because the essence of your own being is slowly fading away and you’re trying your best just to stay sane.

What does it have to take for those around you to take what you’re feeling seriously? That it’s not all fun and games, that you just want attention and you’re just sad and not depressed. Since when did it have a description that you need symptoms to be depressed?

What does it take to break free from this world of suffering, from this world of judging, where there’s only hating, and you lose when you’re loving. Where becoming true is a freak, and if you can’t cheat then you’re weak.

Why did this world become like this?
When did the world change?
What made the world toxic?
How did the world come to this?
Marthin Nov 2018
Love a woman for who she is,
not for what you are with her,
nor because she loved you first,
but love her because she is her.

Don't love her for her looks,
but love her for her soul,
Don't love her for her body,
but because she's the one you
wanna marry.

Stay with her for all time,
not only for when she's good,
for when in dollars or dime,
nor if she's even ineptitude.

Love a woman for who she is,
with all her faults and scars,
For to love a woman just like this,
is to have a beauty more than
that of the stars.

— The End —