Your friendship
has calmed the storm that ravaged inside.
Your love
has extinguished the fire in my head.
Your laughter
has evaporated the tears in my eyes.
All that remains is calmness
Thankyou.

Smiling in delight.

Smiling in sorrow.

What's the difference?

You can't tell.

Behold!
It's not cold.
Defeating winter,
Spring sends me love-letter.
Don't I need blue bird any more?
No, no, this heart he tore.
O poet, you are a liar,
You are a self-admirer.
You only like to hurt,
That's a long chart.
You are playing love-game,
Constantly hankering after fame.
Oh no! Hear me,
All the time I feel it's he.
Then, why are you away?
It's my strategy not to say.

Little by little the raindrops fall
little by little you see me.

Underneath the sheer
veil of doubt

I watch as my dreams fall
apart.

I want to get lost somewhere other then my own head
You’ll be fine  driving away with the words you should have said
While I’m under the moon wishing I was dead

dinadama ang malakas na ihip ng hangin
sabihin
sa akin
ano nga bang dapat gawin
sa tuwing
binabalot na ng dilim

Today I want to be free from him
I don't want to be with him
Share my good luck with him
I don't wish him hell
But wishing him well
Is imagining I'm not here anymore
We get on very well
He makes me laugh and smile
He touches me like electricity
I love him like my first love
Yet here I am unhappy
Maybe I need to not be with him
Maybe I want to now walk away
I don't think I will
But if you're reading this future self
Just know I want to

Half the night awake
half the day asleep

and that human
dread of dying
or not waking up dead
but wishing it so

and you ponder
on the human
fear of dying
and whether it was
the dying that was feared
or the nothingness
beyond the grave
or as when a child
being dead and there being
no god to save

you take in
the silence
of the room
the scent of dying flowers
the dullness
of an October day
the cup of tea
getting cold
in the saucer
by the bed

and you remember Juliet
saying when you spoke
of her beauty
My beauty is like the lilly's
and just as swiftly gone
and then the scent
of dying will remain

you never see her now
nor for forty years or more

you light a cigarette
and watch the smoke
and try to forget.

one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g

You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.

A couple of days ago my sister called
She was crying her dog of 15 years died
We were going to bury him in the woods by a river
But he died with dusk closing in
I told her to bring her dog bullet to my house
When she got there I had a little grave and flowers for him
We buried him and she left, she wanted to be alone
My dog bubba and bullet were best buddies
I told her it was better we buried him here
He was with family, bubba and I would watch over him
Bullet was a small dog but full of love
A heart with four legs
I was happy to do this for her
And for him

Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you

The stem between us is cut off
And roots won’t grow
I guess every flower must fade
Even gold doesn’t shine in the shade
Knees buckling are just a phase
And now you’re just my bus stop mate
But I missed it along your side
The door shut on an open pipe
The water won’t flow and fishes count themselves
If February 4th was a myth
Then melting hearts are left in the sun
And let me proceed to February 5th
Where yesterday’s love can be in the recycling junk
Hands are tied
Let the rain unlock my string and rebuild my roots
So let me sigh
While I wave a Golden Goodbye

Fall was the season of detachment,
where she learned to kiss
past loves goodbye

and December was chapped lips,
a burning desire to stay warm

As changes happen overnight,
she holds onto a fever dream
where a kiss was simply
a sweet word
left behind by the wind

Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.

Music is the sound that fills the gaps in my knowledge with beautiful lullabies to lull me into ignorance.

mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted

A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.

I love you
With all my heart-
my broken
Heart.

I miss you
With all my tears-
waves of
Agony.

as she trudged up the mountain
        ^
      / \
    /     \
  /         \
/             \
victory pulsing through her veins

badum badum badum badum

her eyes set intently on the peak

a deathly stare

she knew she could do anything

anything at all

she was anything but meek

this world is not for the meek

Take my hand
Come explore the world with me
Let me bring you to the deep thoughts
And the vivid memories
Carefully placed on the timeline
Of me
Just so you can clearly see
Why I am the way that I am
And you can understand
What to do with me
So take my hand
And let's travel
This complex world
This unknown land
And learn together
Because I'm still trying to understand me too.

- 04/21/19

if i gave myself
even half of the love i give you
i would be so happy
and confident too

I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.

I shall cease to be
If I keep up with your pace
Open up and do you hear me
Shallow graceless race.

Finish line is blury
I'm standing here nor there
I wave my arms for help my dear
Your gaze is unaware.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.

I hate waking up,
                                   I hate falling asleep
And I hate
             everything in between.

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.