you're probably dating someone right now and you have no idea that you're just wasting your time 'cause you are going to be mine anyway,
I'm sorry.
but thank you, for not coming too soon, for giving me time to grow, to be better, to deserve you
don't get me wrong, love.
I'm dying to know you
I'm dying to tell you how my day went
I'm dying to tell you stories—I always have a story to tell, I hope you won't get tired of listening
I'm dying to hear your voice
I'm dying to feel your warmth
I'm dying to feel your love
I'm dying to feel
I am just not ready yet
I am broken, and I do not want you to fix me
I am lost, and I do not want you to find me
I want you to meet me halfway, love,
when everything falls back into place
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 8:37 AM UTC
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.
you never know
because
she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses
and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.
she'll create a thousand plots
from your worst nightmares.
she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.
she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,
and she'll make you,
everything you're not.
but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?
but here's the beauty of it:
if you date a writer,
you'll never die.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
*i already buried my voice a long time ago
when i chose to be a poet
i buried it with words in papers
in ink of pen with blues*
©IGMS
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 9:10 AM UTC
I freed myself—I let you go and I freed myself
I freed myself from my deadly expectation, that there'll be a perfect time for us
I freed myself from my own self-destructive thoughts that haunted me mostly at night,
that you might not feel the same,
and yes you didn't since the day you came
I freed myself from the prison of love, even that small glimmer of hope that we'd end up together has faded
The chase is over, I want you to know that I'm letting you go and I am setting myself free
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
the hardest
part of
saying
goodbye is
the fact
that
sometimes
there's no
closure
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
seconds, minutes, hours have passed
tick tock tick tock
she stares at the ceiling
blankly, coldly
one blade, two blades, three, four and more
shaking in agony, drowning in the river of melancholy
an unfinished poetry she is, so deep one can hardly understand
cruel fate, cruel world experiencing death before death
her loudest cry was finally heard;
she was found
loveless, helpless, lifeless
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
"Write and keep writing. Because a pen does not bleed for art; it scars for survival."
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
My poems never made
much sense while they
float around my head.
Just useless words stitched
together to dig deep
at some inner beast
that roars in my soul.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
Nakakapagod pala talaga
Nakakapagod umasa sa wala,
Maghintay nang walang kasiguraduhan,
Masaktan nang paulit-ulit
At paulit-ulit rin naman siyang walang pakealam
Nakakapagod pala talagang
Balikan 'yung nakaraan,
'Yung masasayang sandali na hiniling **** wag na sanang matapos,
'Yung mga araw na siya 'yung kasama mo noong namomorblema ka,
Na kahit masakit at ayaw **** maalala, nandiyan pa rin
Nakakapagod pala talagang
Saktan ang sarili
Baka kasi kapag ginawa mo 'yun, makausad ka
Kahit konti, kahit sandali, kahit papaano,
Kahit imposible
Nakakapagod
Pagod na ako
Tama na
Sobra na
Awat na
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
You are my everything. My heart and soul is yours forever. Such a cliché. How about, my broken black corrupted soul is yours to do whatever you want with. My deranged perverted enigma of a mind is yours to spit on or kiss. You can't break me.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC