If I had a word to look after,
A word that goes beyond the latter,
That has a simple description,
Or is it a card for confusion,
Rather than to answer a complex question,
It would be deceive
What is it to be deceived?
To take a couple of shots to our little mischief?
To form an unbreakable bond to he who is misfit?
Oh that looks quite the show
Why don't we take an applause for such a blow
How does it taste?
Does betrayal tastes conspicuous?
Does it set a menace to the ones who are conscious?
Wine tasted fine after a sip of being fooled
And in a blink of an eye, a shake in the bones, and a twist of the tongue, the throat trembled like an oath
So if there's a chance to find the word,
That can either soothe the soul or tear a mold,
A truth that is covered by the moth,
Is the word that I need to be careful of
Feb 3, 2024
Feb 3, 2024 at 1:30 PM UTC
Ocean blue eyes, distant wild skies,
How long does it take,
To live long awake?
Blissful ignorance,
Tormenting every chance,
Picking the pieces of home,
While walking down the road alone
Unsettling it may be because of how comforting,
Uncertainties are, like the baggages of my car,
That trembles quietly in the back of my seat;
As fast as my heart beats
Feb 2, 2024
Feb 2, 2024 at 8:15 AM UTC
Snow falls slowly from the sky;
through the wilderness and the silence of night.
It musters all the courage; built from a fragile skin to carry over conversations that wavers the mind.
Although the coldness runs the mouth to be bold, its approach strikingly appears to be kind.
How unfortunately gentle,
How unfortunately bright.
Feb 1, 2024
Feb 1, 2024 at 3:45 PM UTC
the windows seeks the soul of the living dead;
negotitated if a feeble man can stay to bed
to close his eyes and redeem oneself
and let curious minds sleep again
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
When can I go back in scribbling words?
When, the ink decides not to stop
When, the paper decides not to run out of stock or
When, the mind finally is free from being blocked
When can I go back in scribbling words?
When, the night isn't cold
When, the moon isn't dull or
When, the air isn't plain from sight
When can I go back in scribbling words
When, my heart finally beats
When, my eyes finally blinks or
When my soul finally grieves
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 1:52 PM UTC
I don't mind if you pause
if you think about it for some time
if you let the skies decide
if you let the seasons past
I don't mind at all
if the weather goes unpredictable
because of subtle changes
that vividly conquers every step
Every color and every shade of life
I don't mind at all
Stop if you might
Think if you may
Let it shuffle inside
But don't make it stay all night
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC
wag hayaang pumikit ang mga matang umaawit,
sa kalayaang dapat nating matamo,
matakaw ang kalamnan para sa katotohanang dapat naaasam,
nawa'y magising ang iyong kaluluwa at bumalik ang dating boses na matagal nawala,
para sabay-sabay isigaw
ang kalayaang naligaw
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
maaari bang imulat natin ang ating mga mata,
mula sa pagkakatulog nang pagka haba-haba
pati na rin sa pagkakagapos,
mula sa mga maling desisyon
na itinali sa atin ng administrasyon
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 11:47 AM UTC
It's a punch in the face
And a headache straight to a card of ace
With promises i thought in place
To a lifelong commitment - guess it was fake
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 12:30 PM UTC
Letters never sent
feelings that had eventually blend
with a cup of coffee and a pen
to whom I am still fond in the end
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC