I'm out of love
if you asked me
but form time to time
when the rain is singing
and the moon is gleaming
I think of you when we're in love
and ours was magic
even if it's only a glimpse -
I was happy back then
inside me dying to go back there again
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
no matter what I do;
there's always an empty
spot
waiting for you.
I lied.
it's a
s p a c e
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC
everyone choose to blame her
everyone choose to avoid her
everyone choose to distrust her
but no one really listens to her side of the story
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
it's okay if people find your poetry a bit blunt
immature
basic
typical
childish
drama
they probably think you're not worthy too
but hey,
life is like that
you don't get to make people like you
you like your own piece.
if it makes you.. you
then, that is all that matters
there's also coffee :)
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 3:37 AM UTC
I’m not a trendsetter
Nor am I ever an imitator
I am more of a developer
Of my own being
Not caring what
The world is offering
But what my soul is seeking
I’m not a fashionista
Nor am I ever a sociolista
I am more of a hood
Of my own mood
Not tending what
The world is trending
Rather flaunting my own thinking
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 6:32 AM UTC
I cut my hair when I’m sad
An issue with a boyfriend
A friend, a problem, a feeling
Anything in between
Demands a lock of hair
For ritual killing
An offering for the cost
Of rejuvenating
And rise from
The deadly beating
After a while
It grew back and longer
But it won’t last with this anger
Again, it will be offered
To the deity of insanity
In exchange for serenity
It’s a mortal crown
That deserves an eternal frown
Long live the Queen they said
But why do we still stare
To the block of a statue
And sacrifice our virtue?
Every time I cut it
I knew I just had it
This overwhelming feeling
Of a broken healing
A timeline I demand
To discover the recover
Of how will my heart begins
To wonder at love all over
But then again
We would never comprehend
Why sacrifice is legit
For a broken woman to commit
In searching for herself
Reunite with oneself
A riddle we all ponder
Forever wander this mysterious monster
Demands a hair
For an exchange
To remain center
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 10:04 AM UTC
I get that now
That my body and soul
Doesn't click at all
The body wants to party
the soul want to stay whole
I get that now
That my soul was gold
She rather reads
That hit the streets
She rather writes
Than scream all night
The body may be young
But the soul was long hung
How do I know?
Because I always cry
On the wrong side of a track
Every time I hit the Jack and Teq
I get that now
That my body and soul
Doesn't click at all
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 1:40 AM UTC
Why do people watch
Sad sappy dramas?
So that they can cry
In between sad scenes?
So that they can relate
With heartbreaks, they’re having?
So that they can reasoning
With something out of their system?
So that they can stereotype
The life they don’t understand?
But why do they watch
Sad sappy dramas?
Because the only thing that
Can console them is that
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 9:32 AM UTC
It was fractured
long before
It was damaged
too fragile
To be fixed
Too torn out
To be sewed
Too broken
To hold on
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 9:30 AM UTC
How will you know
If it is still there?
The heart knows it first
When it aches
When it skipped a beat
The heart knows it first
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC