We talk about breakfast
We talk about lunch
We talk about dinner
Sometimes "¿como estás?"
Or "buongiorno" "obrigado"
Even "aisiteru"
We fight with each other even when we speak the same language
We don't understand each other even when we share the same culture backgrounds
We hurt each other even when we live under the same roof
But most of the time,
We help each other even if we don't know the one who is in need
We offer comfort to each other even if the one who is suffering is not from our family
We hold hands with each other even if there is a war going on between our countries
Let's just forget about the differences we hold from each other
Let's learn to embrace the diversities we have against each other
Let's just make peace possible in this falling-apart world
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
After midnight, after I'm fed up with your lie
I pack up all my stuff and leave you behind
The bound between us that used to be tight
Now has become so heavy
That it sinks to somewhere I cannot find
And you keep on pretending everything is fine
Keep on blowing your pipe
But I am tired of all this disguise
Because Deep down I know
this gap has gone too wide
I have to give up reaching for the other side
Now, after midnight,
You get down on your knees and cry
Begging me not to resign
From being your wife
I say: Sorry, but I gotta fix up my mind.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC
love is red
love is passion
not seeing blood
love is orange
love is warmth
not tasting sour
love is yellow
love is brightness
nothing to do with gold
love is green
love is nature
not longing for the advantage that you never own
love is blue
love is tranquility
not the sobbing sadness
love is purple
love is the delicacy in your performing humanity
not the superficial nobility you hold onto so tight
only to shame nobody
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
My skin is
black and blue,
a tender bruise
that matches
my nightly muse.
Darkness
silently expands
beyond my
understanding;
So I sit
and observe
as my vision
blurs to
completely obscured,
then finds an even
darker universe.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
growing up every
thing was late
parents waited
until thirty-two
to adopt the infant
with the big blue eyes
starring at them
from then on
it seems we were
always
late
leaving our excuses
in the offering plate
or even earlier in
the holy water
it didn’t bother them
they were used to
it as they left
excuses in their
footprints
on the way to
school in the
parking lot
at soccer
practice it
was just normal
thought nothing
of it as they bought
our christmas tree
on christmas eve’s
eve getting rid of it
in exchange for when
four-leaf clovers
came good day easter
savior april fools
we were late again.
but then
again
it’s only time.
nowadays adulthood
everything seems
earlier happening
before it should
got pregnant before
marriage had to install
a dvd in the van due
to us arriving earlier
than planned always
there to help set up
help out clothes
still damp from the
dryer premature
warnings (bzzz)
putting our excuses
in times/ doubts/ realities/
we're the future holding
a late past whipped in
the principal's office
tardy slip-fearing
b.y.o.b. but, the
party was there
and the bathrooms
weren’t even cleaned
we get
our christmas tree
while we still have
left-over turkey for
christ’s birthday new
years resolutions already
made before we
unwrap gifts the
only one out of our
friends with kids
and responsibilities
no fooling we
always get
the worm
we’re always early.
but then
again
it’s only time.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
The most beautiful are the broken humans,
because we learned how to bloom when our lives were completely in ruins.
We still became stars when the sun burned out and every demon in our head filled us with doubt.
Instead of praying, hoping someday the pain would go away,
we created a light and never gave up the fight.
This one is for people who went to sleep contemplating if they want to see tomorrow.
We are the most beautiful because we learned to blossom in the
eternal darkness called sorrow.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
He was lake placid
Her shadow fell on water,
The lake is ablaze.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
someone done stole my baby
ran off with her in the night
updated her right out of my life
put her in some hideous makeup
made her a ****
a lowclass streetwalker
I search everywhere
can I get her back?
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
You bought an one way ticket
when you were young
You thought it'd be a good trip
You thought you'd never be homesick
Everything out there is fresh
Everything out there is sparkling
Even the moon looks bigger
All is fine
Until one day
You find the food back home was made for your stomach
the water back home tasted sweeter
the air back home suited your lung perfectly
And you starts to realize
the moon back home were actually brighter
So you buy an one way ticket again
to come home
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC