soon the porch will be in shadows,
and my sunlight will be met
not by my hair or hopeful eyes
but by concrete walls instead.
and I fear I will have nowhere
but I won't go back inside.
as dreary as the porch will be,
I refuse the chance to hide.
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 2:43 AM UTC
vomiting hurts; it's too much work
so she swallows her tongue
and pretend it's candy.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 3:52 AM UTC
i cloak myself in a blanket
we bought two years ago
fearing i didn't write enough
poems for you to read.
so what, then, will become of me
when you eventually leave?
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC
i am still learning the language of the universe,
yet i am fluent in your presence.
slivers of silver run across my spine to yours –
and oddly, we connect.
our pinky fingers intertwine as whispers float above our heads,
telling of lost love and one that is to come.
and as we suspend in the middle of nowhere,
the words come to me in waves,
you catch them with your hands
and let them rest under your curled fingers.
to others we speak gibberish; not to us.
the language of the universe:
celestial and unnerving
a language we speak as one.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC
something in my chest blooms
when you're with me
and i'm with you:
a flower,
a thunderstorm,
a heart, alive.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 4:52 PM UTC
if the scribbles on my arm
are anything to go by,
messy and short of
telling the world
my version of life,
then call me crazy,
call me hopeless --
just trying to empty my guts
and leave behind some baggage.
where else do you go,
tell me, then,
how do you do it,
serenade life into submission?
because i've been a little shy.
been hiding in the shadows
and giving you the eye,
asking you in silence.
tell me, tell me,
where else do you go,
when there's no one
left to call home?
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 6:05 AM UTC
and when i'm half-awake,
with my phone pressed against my ear,
listening to your voice lulling me to sleep,
i swear we come face to face.
ankles touching,
hands tucked beneath our cheeks,
eyes connected,
hearts intertwining.
on different beds,
on the same page.
it'll do. darling,
it'll do.
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 6:41 AM UTC
maybe saying
too much
was the mistake
on my part;
explanation
ruined me
and explanation
ruins art.
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
weeks were wasted,
but days perfected.
how unforgiving:
time, and him.
while your heart is breaking
in front of a fire;
the world still spins,
and hope dies dim.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
'di mo na kailangang mangamba pa
kung sinong sasalo sa'yo
pag ikaw ay nadapa;
aakapin kita,
hanggang handa ka nang
bumangon muli.
ako'y naririto,
mula pagsikat ng araw,
hanggang sa pagtanaw ng buwan --
sa pagtatampo't
pagbuhos ng tubig ulan,
mahal,
hindi kita iiwan.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC