The sun doesn't apologize for shining.
The rain doesn't apologize for falling.
The birds don't apologize for singing.
The trees don't apologize for growing.
You don't need to apologize for being.
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 7:18 AM UTC
A fire rages inside.
It wants to consume
like an ancient god,
long forgotten,
feeling the soot
of sacrificial smoke on its skin.
It yearns for bygone rituals,
warm hearts offered
like fruit by trembling hands.
Yet it is the same fire
that kindles words
in a poet’s mouth,
the same flame
that cradles fragile clay
inside the womb of a kiln.
A warmth that births
a thousand realities.
Self-immolated, burned to the last bone.
Something stirs in the ash—
a god remembering his name.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
Pouring sweet peony tea
into my half-empty cup
until it spills past the brim.
One hand tries to catch the overflow,
the other hand pours steady,
delighting in the flood
of this floral aroma.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 1:48 PM UTC
Hindi ang dalawang katawang lupa ang
Nagniniig, nagsasanib ngayong gabi. Tangay ng
Daluyong na pumapaindayog sa bawat
Paghagod, pagkumpas sa ritmo at ritwal
Ng pagsamba sa dambana ng laman,
Katas at dahas ng magdamag, sabay
Tayong lumalaya sa hangganan ng
Pag-ibig ng mortal nating katawan.
Hindi ang pag-ungol o ang malalim
Na pagbaon ng mga kuko sa talim
Ng bawat lihim ng silid na ito ang
Hahadlang sa atin patungo sa wagas na
Pag-ibig. Pakatandaan mo, lilipas ang
Alindog at handog na kagandahan ng
Katawang lupang kusang bumabalik,
Humahalik sa paanan ni Kamatayan,
Ngunit hindi kailanman ang wagas
Na katotohanang sa gabing ito, hindi
Ang dalawang katawang lupa ang
Nagniniig, nagsasanib, kundi tayo,
Bilang mga kaluluwa.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
*A desert between us?
Only in your dreams.
Your longing?
Reciprocal, it seems.
Your heart ache?
Nothing compared to mine.
My promises?
Rare and always held.
Your smile?
Bright sunray
Throughout my day.
Your heart beats?
My earthquakes.
Your verses,
Daily narcotics.
My horizon?
Just to love you,
On and on.*
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
There was once a carpenter's son;
he died by his stepfather's profession
about an item made of wood
He died by his stepfather's profession
carrying wood upon his back
He died by his stepfather's profession
with wood touching him
He died by his stepfather's profession
by wood with nails in skin...
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Raindrops fall
Sadness walks on
wet pavements passing along
old houses.
Emotions stir
Memories crawl like
dark clouds slowly reaching for
the remaining light
July rain
You are both sad and beautiful
just like a song somewhere
in the gallows of my thoughts
Just like the cold on my skin
Just like her.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
*... My eyes,
To mirror your sighs,
I will give you my smile,
To dance with your smile,
I will give you my hands,
For you to paint the beauty
Of the fertile lands
In the hills of Tuscany.
I will give you my open arms
To surround your shoulders,
When you feel cold during the winters.
I will give you my soft kisses
To dry up your tears
On your pale cheeks
So I can chase your fears.
I will give you my memory,
For you to remember
Our forgotten kisses, if any.
I will tell you some of my secrets,
Even the ones from the Pool,
In case you show interest,
And there you would think I'm a fool.
And of course I will give you
My Ocean Blue,
For you to dive into.
But I will never give you
Anything that can hurt you.
Somehow,
You need to know
That I can only give all this
When you come back from the abyss
To which you've decided to depart,
Leaving me alone to dream of you,
With art.*
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.
Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.
Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.
Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.
When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.
I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC