Ang tanging bugso
Na nakapagpakalma
sa puso'y, ikaw.
Katahimikang
gumising sa damdamin,
ikaw lang, mahal.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
Here you are again,
Caught and hauntingly scarred by
defeaning silence.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
He loves me more
Why is that such a scary concept for me
Scarier than when I loved you more.
Scarier than loving him back
Why does he love me more?
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 8:34 PM UTC
Today, you can't cry
So you've put mascara on.
That's the strategy.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 8:59 PM UTC
Words that still resound
at the back of my head are,
"You don't have the right."
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 8:24 AM UTC
Exhausted, she runs
chasing the sunset that awes
and renews her strength
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 6:05 AM UTC
Busy streets, Noisy sirens
People rushing, dreams dying
A life of passion and perfection,
where did it go?
Fallen into an endless pit,
The world has swallowed
a young man's hope. To survive,
he merely lives to live.
But in between the anxiety
and weariness, whispered a still
small voice saying, "Rest in Me,"
in the mundane and in the unexpected.
He knew then that it's in these short gasps,
and fleeting seconds of idleness
that he found rest, and that was enough
for him to press on and continue.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 10:12 PM UTC
It's a Sunday night
I watch the flickering lights
Shoo darkness away
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 6:16 AM UTC
And in the stillness
Of it all, suddenly, waves
Of thoughts come rushing
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 7:11 AM UTC