I want our bones to fuse together
I want your blood to flow in mine
I want further than skin-to-skin
Cannibalism from chin to shin.
'Til our fingers are stringed and intertwined
'Til our legs are locked and tied
'Til our hearts hear each other
That it beats in sync and smother.
To guzzle every of your part
To quaff every ounce of ichor
To longing love and stain be one
Then my satisfaction is yet to come.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
Me and my blues sit in silence
At saline lake I no longer ponder...
Perhaps, my thirsty heart was drunk
And junked from its salty water.
No one's daughter is to blame...
When the altar unfolded unforgettable
My pinky felt that sweetest flame,
Indelible words yet still forgivable.
A poet needs to be miserable
And those golden lips were different afar...
So I used my contriteness as something ineffable
And I desperately wished upon a dying star.
I needed colors — my world was dull...
All those flirtation were vibrant illusion
Sought to fill in the deepest hole
Psychotic, that it supported my delusion.
A woman finds nothing to lose or worry
In a man she’ll never choose nor marry.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:47 AM UTC
I would rather fly close to the sun...
Than to walk just to show my wings off
Helios may gently melt the wax onto my skin...
At least he's gentle compared to my endless cough.
I will embrace my fall...
With my warmest smile and loudest yawp
I might never see the fall...
At least I witnessed a defrosting flower’s sap.
And when the sea welcomes me...
Who am I to resist its frigid cuddle?
That way my dying soul will be free...
At least I learnt my life's beyond a ladle.
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 10:21 AM UTC
A piece of rose quartz
Fluffy and sweet cotton candy
A shattered sugar glass
Misty and never shady
Beyond Orpheus' charming golden lyre
Everything nice's worth everything twice
Gracious heaven, purity I admire
As she painted above the purple-pink skies
The softness to her ambition
Emerged and woken from lovely water colors
Speaking the language of carnation
Peaches and pitches hoping nothing to weltschmerz
A spinel under daylight
Driving a Ruby Star Porsche
A hidden nook morganite
Eyes of the brightest Vega
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
Hindi mo kailangang lagyan palagi ng sukat,
Sa kapakanang masabing isa kang manunulat.
Hindi lagi’t laging tugma ang bawat linya sa pagtatapos,
Maalintana lamang na ikaw ay tumutula.
At hindi mahalaga ang paggamit ng malalalim na salita,
Maipakita lamang na kaya mo, may laya ka.
Anino mo’y nakasubaybay sa iyong banyuhay,
Sa pagpupunyagi mo’y estranghero sa iyo’y maglalaho.
Iparama mo hanggang sa dulo ng iyong gulugod,
Ang paghangos **** nagsisilbing panghibayo.
Dahil sa haraya ay walang awanggan,
Sapagkat ikaw ang inhinyero ng sarili **** puso.
Ngunit dugo mo’y saan nga ba tutungo?
Alamin mo kung ano ang iyong sinisimbolo.
Wala sa bokabularyo ang pagiging hidhid,
Sa taghoy ng bawat isa sa ati'y malikhain.
Kahit ang ibig ng kaunlaran sa kanila’y hindi masasambit,
Sa alagad ng sining walang pawis ang hindi mapait.
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 10:15 AM UTC
A seed of faith I planted with trust
Promised to grow like how Mother wanted and just
As the reflections of the past must be recognized,
And the fruits of seedlings shall be embraced and not idealized.
I believe a little hope shall never be wasted,
By the burning and loving soul, I am guided
So those who conform are the very worst
From the petrichor of a traitor who's cursed.
The power of knowing we are privileged
Even foliaceous dialects are bound by one language
I am honored and proud, as opposed to loathing
Let us re-unveil the warmest smile to the Land of the Morning.
On this ground, a sprouting mind threatens hundreds of men
’Til the leaves have fallen, our blood will still be golden.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 9:13 PM UTC
For every soliloquy preached, a demon is exorcised;
It is always better to speak than to die.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
A planned goodbye will never be a bland goodbye.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 9:10 PM UTC
You were asking me to lead
Someone at my level I match wits
And I doubt — it was peculiar
That yought suitor eminently decodes a liar
’Cause there is no amount of time to tell
What makes it desperately disparate?
***** hush-hush, lad has no regret
Such insult to the phantom you won’t get.
Just to feel the freedom — I must exist
When everyone's deeply in love
While I’m deeply indifferent
Perhaps, I abated my level
Through the braids of disenchantment
To the slave of obscurity
Finally... the lingering sparks flew away
And now you are asking me to leave.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 2:09 AM UTC
Another typical bright summer Tuesday,
On the left side of the road, it was my dismay
As we both head north — to bricks you call home
And to bricks no matter, I termed dome
For how long I wish to un-recall
A talk would never bend the wall.
I am not the one who’s standing on thin ice
Moments my heart to explode, I felt the haze
Your palm was covering the west part of your face
Shadows that meant beneath your feet with ease,
Hiding from the sun that has been always in the east.
To whom were your empathy in disguise?
Be one of my achievements — all I asked for
Only to ghost the reflection of good rapport
I never knew you would belong to hundreds I once had;
The revelation I would never be prepared in olympiad
That’s how I conclude during months of my isolation,
One's age does not define one's sophistication.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 2:09 AM UTC