The instruction is simple yet ritualistic
Clasp by the hand with the crossly beads
Jot down a prayer for it can be pedantic
A rebel has no cause in recruiting kids
Younglings won’t find peace on theory
With the guns planted over their soma
Entertain the voters so they reject credibility
Dynasty lives through loyalty and enigma
For a country that wipes the blood of Christ
Attending sermons using presence over faith
Better to be blind of the killings and heist
Over time when the nation is in debt and wraith
Soft lullabies will never shelter the deviant
Clever is a child whose grades are the standard
Public service has a rusty crew of being lenient
Officer, I offer you the crème of the card
Hunt both the devil and the wasteful child
How dare they try to fight for human rights!
Snip the root and stem before it goes wild
Sinners don’t repent, only humorous tithes
Crucified bodies who follow subversiveness
They wish their offspring will be a scholar
Finish your studies to work the whole mess
Be professional, and tighten up your collar
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 9:38 PM UTC
a mere stranger cannot step too much importance
on a hall of distinguished histories and hushed petulance
being unknown is a privilege one could never afford
and so does the spectator without an inch of accord
a buzzing creature means to swarm rotten and morph
from the eggs above the cadaver into becoming a flightless dwarf
but never in a situation so tense it can break bonds
it is scandalous to report by weighing the pros and cons
the walls could speak if an insect preys over the mold
what a drag of reunion with pearls to stand a cold
witnesses have a blurred memory of the stained truth
where the maggots cling to the stench from a libelous youth
nothing can hear a conversation that never takes place
in a distorted anonymity without a ransom to chase
careful is a fly on its last stage of life like a honeydew
it must be an honor to **** to know what occurred on a pew
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 11:50 AM UTC
a patch of yesterday would’ve been history
when melancholia sets a tinge of dignity
but never the essence of what has been lost
it came from the quilt of tears no matter the cost
whatever the style a girl should wear
the abyss promises her to bear
a sorrow so sweet, its presence on every corner
from the needles and threads of the design at the center
contagious are the chains in the deepest chambers of her mind
sometimes she thought that passion will save her from the kind
of the fallen maidens who sought their end in loneliness
since the unsung hero did not arrive in victory but ruthlessness
not by his brute strength, but the fictitious nature she consumed
from the legends and promises she presumed
that happiness can be found from the other
but when it finally happened, tragedy has a dowry to offer
that neither romance or any fulfillment will note an everlasting smile
a phenomenon to protect against the activity of a vile
nature with no material to destroy
for as long as the host entertains the dramatic coy
this signature piece is a thoughtful couture
on a frown of her face that screams perfect caricature
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 10:55 PM UTC
Six, black horizontal lines couldn’t grasp the rise of
Irritation, a bothersome reminder the godliness in
Being clean but has no mercy with the maintenance
From a procedure and labor to erase such dirt
‘Tis the cheapest offer in a packed market, a gift
Perhaps to prove the eagerness and thoughtfulness
In a time of festivity only for the self’s eye for beauty
That she must own someday a rhetoric value of identity
A comical error of a promising future has been invested
Eight or more years ago with no regard to failure
The cause is ever painful for the rush of success is
Only confined in a controlled environment with a proctor
There is a division between inquiry and obedience
One could offend but the other clings to righteousness
Since the mandated law of the holy and the state
Spare time and capital of excellence and satisfaction
No maid to oblige and sweep for any specks and lapses
What an unfavorable situation to be useless!
An increasing pace can only **** the ambitiousness
Within the child that young to fulfill such prophecy
No prospects, no entanglement, no cage to mourn for
A young woman meets a pressure stronger than the storm
Whereas the notification that moves mountains and oceans
Why can’t you stay in one job?
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 9:02 AM UTC
I speak with a wavering tongue of abandonment
Unsure to explore the Old Story in a distant time
The dowager and the maiden forced to defend
An unexplored narrative that supersedes Her Crime
But the call is impossible to resist
Most especially a female’s debut is not of her age
Rather an unfortunate event where he exists
To inflict the indomitable damage
For in the beginning, desecration is a promise
On womanhood that prevails
Lingering from a girl’s memory crevice
There is an incomplete circle with raggedy details
So it is the phenomenon she continuously bleeds
Through the vagueness of a shapeshift letters
Her growling mind where the prophecy feeds
The neurotic critters
Bruises from the Elder Man turns into hollowed scar
The autopsy did not identify a blunt trauma
Only the stolen lullabies and constellation chart
Excreting from his mouth is a monochromatic drama
Challenging suffering with evil like a reverse lobotomy
No emotional endurance can express her distress
Over the gap between their ages as the legacy
And so shall the judge orders his arrest
The second Prince is enamored at first sight
He prays to the gods for their union fate
Until the war triggers her to fight
Her sins and rumors tainted it too late
Choice has been made to bare her skin
At first, she thought it’s empowering
Until it pulverizes her patience to thin
Being radical as her sweetest ending
The Rising Sun aligns with the beguiling lady
She howled at the future of his departure
But nothing hurts like a shadow of the first Macy
She tries to separate her identity as her adventure
So she can be chosen and different from her twin
In no connection to blood, only the lover
The world is crushed when the others win
Comparison between Macy and lady will not recover
Stability comes from the face of discipline
An offer of love has set the story into motion
But she lashes out against his morphine
Evident as her cruelty remains his devotion
Two years of an unrivaled reign
It must be finished
The anticipative break is present without pain
I spared his soul before it diminished
Tell me now, man of the universe!
Owner of all aspects and humanity
I was not born to accept your objective curse
My sisters aspire to rise and maintain equality
Except I see a dysfunction to the standard
I spit at the thought of Him by my side
Apocalyptic approach on this regard
Declaration of freedom will abide
Nonsensical apocalypse of her birth
Doomed by *** astoundingly rebellious
It is I, a woman, who understands the earth
My nature is exquisite in spontaneous
Root of all evil, I shall not meet with forgiveness
I associate this Seed of Mankind
Let us dim its imaginary limitless
Upholding such values should be left behind
A cry from a newborn arises
Phallus is connected to the subject
The mother knew his fate on crisis
His crimes will be stamped with neglect
Finally, a girl is not caressed in regret
For it is punishment to be born like him
His paranoia, a symptom of being possessed
It is no longer a she that will end in a grim
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 1:17 AM UTC
A tremble begins to settle on seething skin
She is a maker of parasitical kin
It does not consume like a dancing fire
But it amplifies with a vision of curdling desire
Just like a mother, it grows like a molding seed
A miracle of the asexual spirit in a world of greed
Abrupt in nature, beloved by its own flesh and blood
It left an intangible mark inscribed on her soul in disguise of a hunch
A precautionary tale serves a special prevention of the ugly occurrence
What a marvelous delight it becomes when it reverts as a guide, full of opulence
But not in a sense of monetary value, rather a calculated demise
How does one understand a raw creation of wrath?
What will she become after venturing the thorny path?
Does an inquiry halts her progress in activating fury?
Is there an object of her ire that requires a narrative of her mutiny?
Why does the poison never spread like death in a rush?
Can she possibly raise an army to march with an uncontrollable urge of violence?
When will she endure the thinning of her lips to match the peace of a deafening silence?
Is there a warning to keep herself intact for the coming apocalyptic days?
Will it save the dormant history of her being through enactment of saving face?
The question remains unanswered, but the fulfillment of the instrumental vengeance shall prevail
The inappropriate conception is almost complete to its term
A note emerges from an acidic confinement for the preparation of a womanly stern
This clump of a girl is not a shameful creation for the sake of tragedy
If anything, the child's fulfilling rage will cleanse her ancestors as a token of remedy
There is no reminder of a continuing paternity names on her birth
No need for prophetic visions as she strikes down the Earth
An abundant offerings on her behalf shall never satisfy her
As the melting iron starts to sizzle the plumper skin, the blinding nostalgia of rage tastes better
She has no patience for warnings to initiate an appropriate plan
The hour of her sustainable war has begun
Jan 3, 2024
Jan 3, 2024 at 11:59 AM UTC
why deny when you can just try?
if you're scared of the pain,
why force your feelings to change?
love is worth the risk and sacrifice,
trust me, all of your efforts will suffice,
nothing will stop the power of love,
especially when it is a gift from above,
you don't know if you're feeling it already,
although your heart is not beating steady,
it is that excitement stage that you're into,
but my goodness! i think i'm falling too,
don't stop when love welcomes you back,
just be thankful because it'll fill up the cracks,
isn't it amazing how optimistic i am?
with standing ovation, pushing it to scram,
ladies and gents, i know a person who fell,
only to find herself crashing into the spell,
she's into deep when she admits to herself,
but that's the problem, broken by her own self,
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC
I have a thousand poems to weave alone
But yours is my favorite way of expression
Sometimes, I witness a love so real
That every broken hearts will heal
It's true that it is supposed to be painful
It's quite ironic that we look like a fool
I don't care if I bleed with their weapons
You silence my inner demons
We fell apart when the love was gone
I thank God that our story is not done
I read a poem once
A sonnet with one more chance
It was written before our time
It reminds me of you that it makes me cry
I'm sorry for all of my mistakes
The only thing I don't regret is anything that I won't fake
I believe that poetry is not enough
But every pain I felt before made me tough
I always thought you weren't worth it
A reminder of my love is all you can get
A man with a leisure on his pocket
A road to happiness in a one-way ticket
His lips I can kiss
His callous hands holding mine like this
I'm always looking at your face
Not following love with haste
O, my dear love! let me count the ways
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
Here we go again
As I dance into the music
I have nothing else
But the rhythm inside me
Keeps pumping as if there's no tomorrow
Each note resonates into my soul
Bodies intertwined with a spark
Catching our breaths
Pulling our hearts in tangled mess
Blood rushing through our veins
I have loved the waltz we made
Hopeless, caring but terrifying
We were brought together by fate
But we were separated through hate
And as we came back together again
I am not asking for anything else
But you
It's not the dress and the tuxedo
We're wearing
It's not the whisper of a piano
That they're composing
But it's the chaotic, heavy love affair
That made us hard to breathe
As we are given a second chance
Into the moonlight
I let the tears fall
For you are finally in my arms
And you smile with those eyes
We already know that
Our feelings never fade
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
Eyes wide open
White sockets kept closing in
Staring at the ceiling with brimming tears
Wobbling mouths concealing the screams
What's normal is an illusion now
They can't even save me
Tossing and turning
Trying to sleep
Darkness is an abandoned place
But why is it my perfect company in the moonlight?
Help is all I need but I'm too silent to plead
I tried my best to see the light
At the end of the tunnel
Too scared to repent my sins
Or was it all inside my mind?
To see is to believe
What I see are the things I should not believe
Faith will be lost in the depths of the abyss
Convincing myself to be saved
But each night I admit to myself
There's too much Hell inside me
Blame the sickness itself, not the person
All I ever wanted is a good day
Snatched it upon my hands
Laughing at me
I don't deserve to be happy
Aren't you tired of wearing plastic masks?
Plastered smiles are peeling off your faces
Thou shalt not be afraid
For the monsters under your bed
Are now inside of your head
That's what happens
A girl with no proper sleep
Thinking what will happen
If she vanished within oblivion
We all get tired sometimes
Frustratingly famished for a rest
Verily, verily, I say unto you
When I asked for a rest
Please take note
I will finally close my lid
Underground six feet
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC