Has it only been 41 months?
I feel like it’s been long, like a lot
Lots have been said and done
Trying, fun times and some
I still remember how I fell for you
I shouldn’t back then; but I had no choice but to
As cliché as it may sound, it was all slow motion
You laughed at something I said, and everything became background noise
I wished to always make you laugh, from then on
Your smile became my priority, first and foremost
It was a love I have never thought will come realized
I thought of giving up; even stepped back
But you turned around and took my hands
Walked with me and never let me out of your grasp
It is fun to reminisce these
We have come a long way, truly
To more I love yous, shall we?
Jul 16, 2023
Jul 16, 2023 at 12:49 AM UTC
i should’ve shouted your name
i should’ve followed you to the ends of the earth
i should’ve disregarded your fame
i should’ve known that that was just a once in a lifetime feat—
that I could’ve taken
your hands—i should’ve taken
our picture—i should’ve taken
a moment that i could’ve stolen
i should’ve been selfish
i should’ve seized it
even if it meant of war,
of zombie-swarm,
of everybody recognizing your star,
of revelation of your sanctuary,
of chaos of thee,
so, it shall be
i should’ve seized it
asked for a drop of ink of your handprint
i should’ve seized it
but i didn’t
maybe it was cowardice
but hell, i gave you peace
like how your name was supposed to mean
at my own peace's expense
because **** you couldn’t spell this lingering regret
without the letters IRENE
Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 3:05 PM UTC
Unlucky,
considered by many.
Cursed,
as many said.
Considered as bad luck,
like a black cat.
The thirteenth,
it is feared.
Only a handful can see
the divinity underneath..
such as hers;
her eyes differs
in what it sees
I think it can see rainbows
in a monochrome facade,
an angel
from a fallen devil,
a poet
in a psychotic patient,
the positive
in a double negative,
a person deserving of love,
although it hated its own blood.
It's a complete wonder; a mystery.
But as the Italians say,
*"fare tredici":
hit the jackpot
with the numero trece,*
More than what she can see—
that is what she is to me.
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 5:15 AM UTC
..of you to shout!
when you have not heard
one tiny cry
of a whistle or a whisper
..of you to scream!
when you have not listened
to the begging,
to the pleading
..of you to demand!
when you have not given any
out of your heart
though you had many
..of you to blame!
when you're at fault too
putting others to shame
you aren't always true
..of you to betray!
my trust
when I thought you're with me come what may
you pounded it into dust
..of you to act!
as if nothing happened
apologies is all I ask
how is this heart ever gonna mend?
but then again..
THE AUDACITY..!
..of me!
to forgive
and suffer silently
over an unsaid sorry
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
sloth
slouch on the couch
idly waste the time
tomorrow will always arrive
lust
because there is just
an insatiable thirst
lock the door first
gluttony
all of us would agree
that food is sacred
no one's satisfied until fed
wrath
take an anger bath
soak in its vengeance
until the last dance
pride
it is your guide
to stand on the mountain high
stepping unto others 'til they die
envy
because you don't wanna see
what you do not possess
take it; claim it; in every possible ways
greed
giving is not your deed
why, if you can horde
you'll be the master—the lord
because everyone is guilty
of the seven sins so deadly
you can deny it, but then quietly
your guilt eats you, painful and slowly
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 4:45 AM UTC
You get sleepy;
You drink coffee;
You get sleepy because you drink coffee.
And it goes on for an eternity.
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 4:04 AM UTC
I have no time to write poems.
Because all my time is spent
actually loving you instead.
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 11:49 PM UTC
Let me introduce to you, HP,
AB!
My MUse
The one who've seen my unspoken truth
She was my shot to the blue moon that hit
The pig that grew wings and flew
My albino crow
That one moon who heard the wolf's howl
She's my warmth even when hell froze over
The dragons of Cressida Cowell
The celebration day of Saint Never's
The rising sun in the West
My rainbow unicorn
Even the salt lightens and glows
The rain of leaves from the oak
The donkey on top of a blossoming flagpole
Hers is the bite marks of hen
On my hairy palm
The wind caught on my net
The calves dancing on ice
You can hear the cow cough
And see the snake smoke
The crawfish' whistle from up the mountain echoes
While the long-haired frog croaked
She's my improbable
My impossible
My fantasy
Now a reality
So let me introduce to you
The reason why my fingers are poet-blocked no more
The proof that broken hearts can still start anew
Beat again, and open a new door
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
I want you to sleep well tonight
And every other night
Every night
I'd lie awake
Even with my sleepyhead
There's nothing a hug can't mend
I'll wait for you to sleep first
Until your snore is heard
The blanket is all yours
Because I want you to know
That you're not alone
I'm with you, now and on nights to come along
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 3:41 AM UTC