it is only right
if it feels like you're floating;
don't you go falling
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
Night came to reminisce the past
Lately realized; it won’t last
Never known they will bite the dust,
Sad to say, hard to take, it’s just.
Remember the diverse seasons
Smiling for distinct reasons
Frowning with some explanations
Simple yet complex descriptions.
I missed such accompaniment
Sentiments on our merriment
Don’t you implore for that moment,
Maybe because I’m too lenient.
Delightful yet painful memoir
This is simply paranoia
Deprivation of euphoria,
These epitaphs of nostalgia.
Now every single thing is gone
Even this poem is almost done
The sorrowful presence of none
And these happened because of one.
Simply because I remember.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
The horns warning danger are blown
Shrill cry of war from the unknown,
Your defenses on the guard rose
The warriors marched and fought but lost,
Swords were drawn and there was bloodshed
Cannons were fired ‘till all are dead.
Your kingdom is desolated
While on distant empires you fled,
When all your people are mourning
And you’re on the verge of dying …
But as I have constantly said,
Heed my call and you’ll be aided,
In defense, I am the strongest,
I will always be your fortress.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
Treading on unfamiliar land
where cold-heart atmosphere surrounds
raining with snowflakes of anguish,
the pink earth colored by bloodshed
crawling with weeds of dire nightmares
and fallen leaves of broken dreams.
Plants of ominous rivalry,
blooming with despair and sorrow,
the ebony trees of dark magic
bearing fruits of pain and misdeeds.
And the clouds of tears and sadness
along with tombstones of loved ones;
Thick fog of dying memories
And defiled waters filled with lies.
What garden grows in the winter?
A world of woe one must elude,
Wandered around this place once more,
And this is the winter garden.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
In these first eight lines,
On the eight day of the eight month
Eight days after mine
Marks the first day of the class.
No! Most importantly, it shall forever –
on a sleeping eight “∞”, remind me of you.
On the day you turn eighteen,
I write this for you.
Regardless, of what happened,
In the past… I know that you were always
Trying to be at your best.
And that I wish you know that you
Are definitely worth it – of the time and the effort.
Yes! Not were, but are – you are worth it
Of the love, and you are worthy
Of my love, always.
Not the slightest bit of regret,
I really did, I really do and forever I will
Always be here for you.
You are you, beautiful and noble,
You shall always hold a special place in my heart
An irreplaceable throne, for you alone.
So no matter what, remember that
I will never forget you.
I knew most of the time when
You were on the brink, weak, hurt, and in pain.
But, I’m sorry and I regret
That there was nothing I could do.
When you tried to smile, to be strong, okay and happy
I appreciate it and I treasure those moments.
I always knew you were trying,
You kept on fighting…
So for everything, I wish to affirm your
Every thought, every action, and all your efforts.
I thank even the slightest gestures,
I did not let the subtlest bit of them past my attention.
I shall always pray for your prosperity, happiness and well-being.
Remember, you can always count on me, and once more
Let me tell you, in the present continuous tense
Always will and do – Keziah, I love you.
Happy Birthday, Keziah!
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
If only I could tell her,
"Wait for me.
I'm coming soon.
I will return very soon.
Once again,
I shall hoist the flags
And venture once again,
I shall reach that
Perfect princess
On top of the tower.
I am longing, coming,
returning for you,
very, very, soon."
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
Because I'm scared to
Put it up on twitter
I'm putting it here
1. Stay tuned for the next poem. Like you have to. Next poem is ready, but putting it up soon. It's very special to me. So I hope nothing happens too much until I post that poem.
2. Can she read these poems? Hahahahaha
3. I just wanna say this, but she's super like super duper pretty. Like she gets prettier by the second.
4. I know and I don't care even if I'm not moving on. I am definitely falling deeper every time.
5. Wow she's super pretty. She puts to shame everyone that can be called pretty.
6. Does she know I read... "When you said Ti Amo"? If so, how? I get the feeling she knows. Wait don't assume... I sounds like it may be, but best asaume it's not. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I know, this is not a poem. It's just random thoughts.
But in the end,
1. She's real beautiful in her recent pic.
2. No matter what happens, I'll put all of these in the hands of God.
3. May she receive the best of happiness.
Yep... I really love my prior poem - A Gift from Me to You.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
I don't need a time machine
to take me back to that moment
The songs take me back
back to when I was trying to
figure out myself
figure out life
I get lost in the songs
close my eyes
I am content to just pretend
that I'm wild and free
and yes that I am young again
The songs take me back :)
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC