along the lines, t'was paths that crossed
of fates to dust, the fates accost
probability - it just so happened
that I'd stumble across you
of all the times and of all the chances
as winds would blow, a tree then dances
uncertainty - it just so happens
that I'd fall in love with you
as droughts would bring a land to famine
a love that grew though soils were barren
possibility - how could it happen?
that I'd fall again for you
times have past, we've spent the chances
the winds have blown, and comes the silence
surety - and so it happens
~I'd want to spend my life with you~
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
You speak of my frustrations
in memories aloft
High as I was in the sky,
so as low will be my drop
In most of days I long for you,
and in most I feel the weight
of the pain that sears and scorches through
my arteries and veins
How long, how long shall your stare remain
to torment my heart and soul?
The hades of which now fills my mind
had once felt much like home
and now I hide in solitude
from suffering and from pain
To escape the toils of loving you
To sleep and never wake again.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
of eyes so sore, a storm has come
where calm may truly rest
where flashes burn and trails all turn
the trials into tests
the sun was dark, the clouds had fade
my prayers into dust
then shadows turn, and memories change
all sorrow into lust
O how days have grown, like space and time
the distance between us
a force so strong that pushed and pulled
the tides between our trust
the haunting image of you and i
still so far from above
whose shades are not of black nor white
the Spectre of Our Love.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
without cease nor rest
no heartbeats fast
no color trails behind
how long will we
the waters test?
Until our eyes go blind?
the hour hand comes
so slow at night
though it leaves me tired at day
exhausted of what's left behind
content with what's to stay
a morbid heart
you carved into
the perfect shape of pain
tainted with all your memories -
blurry image stains
I love you still
though it's only ache
that is reserved for I
go and carve the way you like
no need to answer why.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
your trash filled sidewalks
your smog filled air
and morning traffic
I could not bear
your streets that crawl
with poverty
that engage your people
in robbery
your marketplace
called 'monument'
a paradise
I've always dreamt
your night sky stars
I cannot see
as clouds of smoke
keep blocking me
your reckless drivers
your petty thieves
your nearest supplier
comes down at eve
your gangsters stronger
than authority
and the victim cries
so hopelessly
your city lights
soon will be gone
as your electric bill
fills up to tons
your ambitious leaders
up to now, they wonder
what is the best
that they could offer?
O Manila, O Manila
I keep longing for thee
true is thy beauty
in irony
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
a pure heart, a cold gaze
when sound minds becomes crazed
such horror beauty brings
but what beauty doesn't sting?
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
do you feel it?
the drought that
striketh thy heart
when the nights
aren't cold
and the winds
won't blow?
can you see it?
the shadows that lurk
who dim the soul
when eyes have changed
and turn thy
perspective into dust?
can you hear it?
that loud banging noise
inside
the waking sound
in the morning
that is your heartbeat?
have you tasted
life without flavor?
like a rainbow
whose shades
are only of gray
can't you smell the aroma
of freshly picked flowers?
soon to die
soon to wither
soon to fade a w a y
-
as you have picked me up
from the ground
so shall you leave me be
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
I lie aside, subside
in pools of bright,
ice cold water
I look into thine eyes
in shades of night
skies and evening stars
in heights of towers
I feel the power
of gravity pulling me
and oh, how the wind
comes to an end
and again will never blow
and oh, how this pool
loses its cool
then leaves you alone, afloat.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
I fear! I tremble in horror!
I am a witness,
and right before me
bloodstained grass
Oh, not because of the terror
of ******
;
the colors don't mix.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
In impulsive scenes, in adjacent moments
when eyes are locked and hearts are ardent
then passion strikes, a threat is posed
the lover's heart becomes opposed
astounded by the wondrous fact
Affections - real, just so intact!
a brilliant pause; the story alters
the lover finds love the moment he stutters.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC