I am made of glass
annoyingly fragile, heavy, more than a handful, too much
—the adjectives you used to paint me
as you only have to drop me once and my whole life will fall in pieces
then labelled "dangerous",
suddenly I am the harm
but why?
how was I the danger when it is you who shattered me?
I am as sharp as a knife, but they call knife as a tool
while I am just a broken glass, labelled "dangerous"
Oh right, because I've bleed when I picked up my pieces
my tears is the glue that I used to patch up
the pieces of myself that I didn't break
too long until I stopped weeping for pain, so now I just cry tears of wrath
to reiterate, I am made of glass
don't be a fool to think that
a single smash is enough to ruin me
I've gone through furnace as hot as hell,
I am refined, crafted so skillfully,
my life is a vast potential of infinite possibilities
I can shapeshift, I can be anything or everything
so harm me once, twice, thrice, or a thousand times
going through another burning hell is just therapy to me,
I am made of glass, I can even make you bleed with my littlest move
I simply don't wish to
I am the glass out of highly refined elements,
your blood is just a filth I don't want to taint on me
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC
Insomnia—
a lie I cradle like a rosary, whispered bead by bead
into every hour I refuse to surrender.
I choose this ache again and again,
with no apology in the morning.
refusing sleep is not the same as refusing rest.
for only God knows how hollowed I’ve become,
how my bones hum lullabies
my heart won't believe.
this is my weary body's only plea,
"close your eyes. let go. let be."
I chose to ignore just to watch another aurora borealis
dancing softly across my ceiling,
as if it was a secret sky made just to keep me sane
darkness is my cathedral,
it hushes the noise,
asks nothing.
while daylight is a debt—
and I am tired of paying.
so I lie here, chest to sorrow,
in the hush between seconds,
while the world forgets my name.
alone is a velvet word wrapped in a 3 a.m. sigh—
and though it bruises, at least it’s mine
let morning come
with its sharp, clean light.
let it knock
I will not answer
let it burn the door down if it must
But tonight—
I stay
with the silence that ache,
and the ghost of who I was
before I called this
peace.
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 3:33 PM UTC
she can write a poem
but her words can't free her
the more she hopes,
the more it hurts
the more she lives,
the more she dies
she is crying strong acid
—burning through her bones,
helpless and defeated
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 11:27 AM UTC
hinarangan na ng duda,
mga alinlangan at pangamba
ang mga matang lumuluha
hapo at balisa
halika, sinta, ihakbang ang mga paa
kahit puno nang takot pa,
patungong pag-asa, makakaahon,
makakausad, makakabangon
ang mga hapdi ay may hangganan
kung di pa handa, hindi kailangan tumahan
may kapanalunan kahit humihikbi
may tagumpay kahit ang puso'y sawi
sa dulo may naghihintay na liwanag,
may mga sagot na sisinag,
sa mga tanong **** bakit,
darating ang ginhawa kapalit ng sakit
Aug 1, 2023
Aug 1, 2023 at 12:07 AM UTC
I have learned that the simplest way to save a life,
Is to stay up with them all night
Jun 7, 2023
Jun 7, 2023 at 11:53 PM UTC
"I wish I have their life"
A generic script that we say
When things are rough
And life is hitting hard
But we only see the good point of view
People don't often share wars or battle scars,
Only pictures of victories and glories
We barely knew that every champs
Are also losers at night,
Ironically sobbing,
"I wish I have their life"
May 16, 2023
May 16, 2023 at 8:41 PM UTC
I know I'll die and when it comes
I want no flowers displayed
I will hate you if you offer flowers at my wake
Why didn't you do when I was alive?
When I can enjoy the moment,
When I can feel special and loved,
It's unfair for you to give me flowers
At the time when I am withered,
Couldn't breathe,
Not able to appreciate,
And not able to say thank you for it.
May 10, 2023
May 10, 2023 at 9:10 PM UTC
Multiple pains a day
Is enough to **** me
The other way
Feb 21, 2022
Feb 21, 2022 at 8:40 AM UTC
My regret is
I didn't hug you tighter
I didn't say "I love you" as often as I can
I didn't give enough massages on your aching back
I didn't spend enough chats with you
I was too busy
I was too occupied
I was too depressed to be caring
I miss you and I miss you
I love you, I miss you
I'd do anything to see you one last time, hug you one last time, massage you one last time, talk to you one last time
I was waiting for you to come home from the hospital
But you come back in another home - in heaven
I will grieve forever for losing you
I love you, daddy.
Jan 19, 2022
Jan 19, 2022 at 10:05 AM UTC
They admire my strength, my bravery
And how well I carried it all
They said I made this far
I wish they knew that
Even after years,
I am still on day 1 of grief
The praise I get for being alive
Is a mockery for the pain I go through inside
Jan 19, 2022
Jan 19, 2022 at 9:53 AM UTC