baha
bagyo
ulan
init

noong walang naniwala sayo
nandoon ako
sa tabi mo
at ngayon
na ramdam ang pait ng mundo
wag mo sanang kalimutan
ang mga paalalang binanggit noon sayo
at ako lamang ang naniwala sayo

I want
to be the one your pen
and paper talk about

I only want two things in this world,
You and your love.
30/9/2020

sometimes self care is
polysporin and bandages
tending to the wounds
of your own self destruction

Call me a name

Hurt me with words,

Forget me,

It's what I deserve

Light devoid, no silver-hued moon,

Shadows claim my soul too soon.

With silence strong, I’m left alone,

With aching bones and heart forlorn.

The cold seeps in, an evil embrace,

My only warmth: his face.

His face.

do what the heart tells
the story is always true,

do what people tell
the story fades away.

sad poems make me cry
that's why i compose
silly poems that won't try
make you blow your nose

and no tears will be shed
though you might need tissues
laughing while my poems are read
from weak bladder issues

which is why i always write
and funny poems share
no one wants to cry all night
just a change of underwear

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

The bright light enters into my den
I awake once again
rose petals on the bush push and the flower extends
outside my window and then
the sun begins to ask where have you been my old friend?

Contrite from the night you’ve been a godsend
sans presence problems have stemmed
shadows revel, ambush, and shush odds and ends
applied innuendo with denial from sin
someone that grins from the joy of descend

Sit with me awhile;
Talk to me.
Tell me everything you would have done
If I was still alive

Sit with me awhile;
Cry with me.
There’s no shame in expressing your emotions
If you’re feeling sad.

Sit with me awhile;
Listen to me.
For even though I’m lying here, silent, remember
What I would have said.

Sit with me awhile;
Just sit with me.
Sometimes you need no words, or tears, or anything
Except my company.

Two painstaking years later
The scars turned into art .

Those tarnished memories
Were once treasured.  
And now they just float carelessly.  
Away into nothingness.

The pain they carved.  
And the weight they carry.  
Now it seems, it was just dead weight.
But they're wisked away , this time---
No gut wrenching sorrow.
I traded my scars for art  .

My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
                                   Hmmm.

I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
blooming
where the scars
used to be.

R.M.

If a man needs you to believe a lie,
He will often say, "trust me."

If a man needs you to believe the truth,
He will speak it.

Her soul is innocent
Her heart is pure
She's gone through more
Than most could endure.

Beauty of her eyes
Shines like the sunrise
Her smile open up the cloudy skies
Her laughter delights butterflies.

I can't seem to finish a poem these days
They are all about you.
Thinking about the message that says

"I
Love
You".

Love. Words. Love.
All we have is words, all we ever had was words, though all we ever have is love.
Was thinking of saying that I loved you calling me golden, but the fact is you never called me at all.
And yet

"I
Love
You".

The idea.
What could have been, what we could have been. What we were. What we are.?

I
Love
You.

You're not lost, just because you didn't  trust today
I see you here, yet your thoughts are drifting away ...
You rake the leaves, with your bare hands,
You try to see, where your future stands.

You're not lost,  just because you need a break,
I see you smile, while trying to hide your heartache
You collect the dirt, under your fingernails,
As you walk barefoot and cover your trails.

I still see you, underneath the falling leaves,
I hear your voice say "thank you"  and "please"
I see your true smile, glowing in your eyes,
You're the only reason, my soul survives.

Her smile faded after the last goodbye.
She thought they would be together,
He had other plans.
He was her everything
He only wanted her for a dare.
They laughed together only to end the night in Betrayal.

I attend college in an apocalypse
I'm planning for a future that doesn't exist
Paying these grandiose establishments
So they can give me a piece of paper
A modern day participation award

The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
                          -open heart poetry

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

On and on runs the rolling river that journeys to the sea..winding whilst wandering and meandering free..as it tangles in puzzles of perplexity, raging then relaxing within it’s visionary..Such a labyrinth of fluctuation with waviness and sway, naturally beautiful, a picturesque portray..Twisting and turning in an intricacy of coil, swirling and whirling betwixt an imaginative embroil..

Oh yon rippling rivulet as you trickle through that vast valley, yet spilling blood and guts to reach your utmost finale..easing memento as gorges stifle your stream, then oozing through an open vein in a nightmare of a dream..There is nothing on this earth that could stop your waterflow and no man could put asunder where hence you will go..Midst a mindfulness of determination from Mother nature’s commands,  you follow through the shadows from her herculean hands

"I am so sick of escaping from reality!" he screamed loudly and went to take a nap.

if his scent
                 was
             on
        my
            bedsheets
i don’t think
i’d
   ever
leave

What happens
when I'm not
worthy of this love
we share?

Does that spell
doom and
disarray for our
duo?

Or does it
only mean I've
overlooked all the
obvious things?

I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night