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

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
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
"are sad?"

"why are you quiet?"
because I want you to notice me

"are you okay?"

"yeah, I'm fine :)"
the black-rose
perhaps you're right;
it is a man's world...
for if it still belonged to the nature of the "woman"
it would still exist
in perfect balance & harmony.
im not saying that men have potentially f-cked everything up,
im just saying...
isnt it a man's world?
You will see tears
But you will never
See me cry
i’ve wanted to be a mystery for as long as I can remember. my whole life, i ached for someone to wonder about me, to need to know more, to write pages of poetry about me, to feel love songs in their body when they saw me. i desired words of love and lust and wonder to describe me. i never understood what i was doing wrong, why i wasn't receiving bundles of pink, heart-shaped valentines full of adoration for me, why i couldn't seem to make anyone curious about who i was. i'd watch others only share small pieces of themselves to capture the hearts of random lovers, and i so wished to do the same. i know that, deep in my core, that's not who i am. my heart is tattooed on my sleeve, and every emotion that goes through my mind appears right across my face. i feel too much, there's no way around it. no one will ever wonder about a girl if you can easily see what she's feeling. i've tried to crush that part of myself, tried to drain my body of all the excess feelings. it refills though, like a river after a drought. the water always returns, most often in storms. the feelings rush into me and make it impossible to mute them. i've come to the conclusion that i will never be a person that a stranger on the bus sees from across the aisles and thinks about for the rest of the day. that those who want to be wanted rarely get that. that i will forever be the one who writes poetry about someone, and it will never be the other way around. it hurts, but i've realized now that no blurry, rushed words about a love for me will ever grace a page in a diary, even if that's the only thing i need.
Twisted in time
Cursed by destiny
Sadness vows upon us
You and I, will never be

I grasped the air
Bend time & space
Shed tears and blood
Yet still not visible
To your lovely eyes

But I forgot,
You’re a star
I’m just a dust
And you’re the one
That will never be mine
Andito ako nagaantabay
Baka sakaling
Sa dulo ikaw ay
Dumating na.
Mahal kahit malaon pa iyan
Kayang abangan ka
Basta't ika'y sasapit
Dahil aasahan ko
Lahat ng ito
Lahat ng sinabe mo
Alam kong hindi biro ang pag antabay
Pero kung para sayo
Gagawin ko lahat
Papatunayan ko sayo
Ipapakita ko sayo na kaya ko
Dahil alam kong napaka
swerte ko sa iyo
Ikaw ang nagsilbing ilaw sa madilim kong mundo kaya sinta hihintayin kita at mamahalin pa kita.
Hihintayin kita sinta ko.
"This is the worst heart"
That's what my nephew wrote on my card.
He'd tried so hard to draw a heart
That it broke his own.
You say I caused the end too
But I never remember choosing someone over you
tina kimi
singled out
for being
who you are

it was never about
what you done

singled out  
for wanting
to live
#bullying is not a joke
In the joke that is our lives

We are the punchline
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement

Everything was
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
Nola Leech
She’s gone
I tried everything
I could
I can’t handle change
I loved her
Done everything I could think of
But it wasn’t enough
Mark kenny
A new wave is upon us I wish I can take the new plain
Visualizing a new reason why people prefer color to plain.

Observing what the colorful illusion we all picture can aid our pain
Slowly digging up a new habit for comfort not observing our new pain.

Nuturing what I need to preserve I won't mind if stick to the new plan
Unfolding a new way of getting over the new disaster caused by my new plan.
The Slow wave that I reject will come back to make me insane.
The wave is close but who will check the pace
A Poet's Voice
And so it is that,
after twilight,
the soul seems
to best wander
all of the sunrises that i slept through
when i chose to stay with you instead,
i long for them.
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
Easily suffer, and be cool
in whatever fashion
fits your celebration of desire.
like the beauty of the sunset,
your love leaves me
and in
Eyes closed tight
With the sounds of the night
Filling me with fright

Be a good girl they said
It constantly plays in my head
I wake to my bed

And I smell the flowers
Just like they said
I was so broken
So broken that I let myself believe
That the love you gave me
Or - the lack of it
Was what I deserved
That it's supposed to be like this
Because love always hurts

thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
wake up
get ready
look how time flies
put on your everyday mask
make sure you hide your puffy eyes

face up
light is already on
apply blush to the red splash
a caress from your mother
alongside the heartless lash

stand up
reach out
eat a bit of food in the shelf
just enough for you to
not hate yourself

dance to the rhythm
of your everyday routine
no one more used to it than you
a veteran of hiding
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
Shi Em
but you see -
she has
a tendency
to be silent
when it gets
real loud
inside her head.
Mark Parker
In the beginning, there is love

Love at birth, a mother's love

The love of life, fascination

Love between friends, paws or hands

Love in marriage, through Eros

Love of family, until the end.
Thinking about the concept of love
sometimes a melody
sometimes silence
sometimes a mountain
sometimes a valley
sometimes the highlights
sometimes the shadow
sometimes the living
sometimes the dead
sometimes the desert
sometimes the sea
sometimes i'm you
sometimes i'm me
you are my sun
in my dark

and my stars
in my light

you are me
when I am not

I am you
when you're not

we are both together...
and each together we are...
when you can feel you in someone else and the else feels in you, trust me, you are no longer " I or YOU " but " We "
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
I know I know I know
Human emotions are simply complex
I understand but can’t control them
Every second is different
I’m in the middle of polar opposite
thoughts and emotions
I’m happy
I want to be dead.
Bipolar milliseconds
are draining my core.
i miss you.
You don't know
why the dog is
afraid of you:
I do.
You don't like the fear? Do something about it.
heart made of glass
my mind of stone -
a soul made of fire
eyes burn alone
raising my voice and
walls of fear
someday i'll make it
out of here -
kailee cardinal
I'VE been crying

JUST quit hurting

TRIED to live on

TO you

FORGET the hurt

i've just tried to forget
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
Ryan Joseph
She was like a black rose,
such a beauty in a sadness.
by: S.M. Pastore
Sitting in a corner,
watching dust specks fly.
Golden rays of sunshine
reveal them to the eye.
Dancing, floating, going nowhere,
sinking to the ground.
The little things in life it seems,
can be the most profound.
A to Z
nag simula ang lahat
sa kwento nating walang pamagat
pero natapos agad
pag kagat
nang dilim
luha ko ang dumilig
sa dala ko na rosas
wala pang dalang pamunas

luhang pinahid sa kwelyo
bat ang manhid mo,semento?

mahal kita pero nakulong sa salitang hatdog at halaman
gusto kita bat di mo nalalaman?

matagal na to
ngayon pebrero
araw nang mga puso

niyaya sa parke
alam kong wala kang pake
pumunta ka kaso parang napilitan
pero bakit
may kausap kang lalake
sana maling akala
kaso tama ang iniisip ko kanina
boyfriend mo iyong sinama...
Ugo Victor
Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?
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