A figure stands identical to me,
yet painted entirely in black.
It lies upon the floor, pinned to my feet.
It has no face; it has no mouth.
It only mimics what I do.
It doesn't do anything at first since I assume
It only deepened as my condition turned to cloud,
until the shadow finally found a voice.
It began to speak, its murmur, it's even louder
a wandering void heavy upon my shoulders.
I kept talking about nothing.
I kept screaming to get away from my head
I kept offering words that dissolved before they could form
Bleeding transparency into a room that wouldn’t listen
until one day, the shadow of myself vanished.
The weight lifted from my shoulders.
And only then did I realize
I was the one who had final death
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 7:07 AM UTC
Everyone carries a flawless disguise.
whispering softly that no mask exists.
Sometimes we mock anyone in virtual world,
Yet we fear the hands that might unmask us.
What if things went to an accident that will link to the brain?
Was it a chance to break the mask beneath?
would it shatter whole the hidden face underneath?
It is a pathetic thing. Ugly. Bare.
The lines on our faces will tell, of course.
confessing what the lips could never say.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 8:28 AM UTC
My younger self once saw the world as a happy place where everything is good.
The world was filled with kids who were having a time
filled with beautiful moments
and dawn promised to illuminate their destiny.
I wanted one thing: to be a grown up.
It hurts when you find out the blade of truth.
I did not know why it hurts much back then.
I just did not understand things very well.
The moment I became a grown up
all the colors started to disappear
because the world was showing me
as the world dismantled its illusion
Then humanity begins to ***** and bleeds
that make life feel like a beautiful rainbow;
we became grown ups and we forgot
the things that used to make us feel calm and happy
like the world of colors that my younger self once saw.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 11:47 AM UTC
I stare at the pale sky;
The wind is colder without the sun,
And the surroundings grow dark.
It feels as though nothing will pique my interest,
But then, tears fall from the clouds.
The scent feels like a journey to the past,
Where memories echo louder
And horrors are hushed.
It depends on the strength of those tears;
Sometimes harsh,
Sometimes mellow.
They remind me that my emotions
Are merely what nature says
That it is all natural.
I was quiet, but not silent, admiring the rain.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 4:29 AM UTC
Morning breaks, but shadows linger,
Pinning me to a pillow-cloud I cannot leave.
Still tangled in a heavy sleep—
A comfort-cloud, a soft deception,
With secrets that it aims to keep.
I stand to face the morning glow,
To shine just like a rising star,
Only to find a humming bulb;
and the breeze is just the draft
but the chill of an empty house.
The wind I felt against my skin
It was the only emptiness of a hollow room..
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 11:02 AM UTC
The spark is dead; this is the dawn of my dark eyes.
They no longer hold the light of hope,
for I have witnessed the forbidden,
tracing your features in every passing face.
You are a phantom that knows no borders—
appearing anytime, anywhere.
I am haunted by my own silence.
Is it because I am pathetic?
Or just a desperate child?
Perhaps it's because I left your questions hanging,
though you never reached to answer mine.
while your own questions remain a cold, open void.
Every day, every night,
my only solace is escaping your love and lust,
fleeing the weight of your constant gaze.
But I cannot resist the pull;
I find I love the person,
even as I fear the ghost.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
I couldn't react, I couldn't show my emotion,
Until the needle found its mark.
Black ink, black blood, filling up the emptiness,
Forming questions, unanswered for a reason.
One dose was silent, one dose was still,
But the many have left me broken.
As time stretched thin and patience frayed,
My blood began to boil.
The fuse is gone, for everything and nothing,
The willpower to smash something in pieces,
Surged past the point of no return.
It felt like iron spikes driven through my psyche
Not to heal, but to turn my thoughts to ash.
I thought it would all crumble into dust,
But this hatred is an eternal weight,
Born from the scar I carved into myself
A fire that burns, and refuses to heal.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 7:56 AM UTC
the brush, the clothes, the heavy bag of books.
I collect knowledge like loose change.
then return to a house that feels like a pause.
And repeating the same day
The rhythm repeats a predictable beat.
as it always does—a script I know by heart.
But as time thins, the center feels hollow.
Is there something more? Is there something new?
I'm too tired for this same day with no changes.
I am searching for a door out of the loop.
But I stand frozen before the handle.
I am haunted by the duality of change—
a lucky break or a total ruin.
So I stay.
The chains are wrapped tight around me.
so heavy I cannot even reach the lock.
I am a prisoner of my own safety.
stuck in the loop of this endless Hopelessness
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 7:19 AM UTC
Pakiusap, sinta ko, baka ang aking mga mithiin ay napag-alinlangan.
Ngunit nanumpa ako sa iyo—at sa aking sarili—na maghahanap ng lunas sa halip na sumuko.
Hindi ito bugso lamang ng pagkahaling,
O mababaw na paghanga lamang;
Huwag mo akong ituring na hungkag o walang pakiramdam.
Nauunawaan ko ang diwa ng pagmamahal, bagaman hirap akong arukin ito.
Sa kabila ng pagsusumikap kong patusin ang mga tanikala ng puso,
Nabigo ako—pagkat nananatili akong bilanggo ng pag-ibig mo.
Anuman ang idulot na pagkawasak, kahit pa magkahiwalay ang ating mga landas,
Hahanap-hanapin ko ang iyong piling, maging sa katahimikan ng kamatayan.
Kaya’t ipinamamanhik ko sa iyo:
Huwag mo akong talikuran; huwag mo akong hayaang mabulid sa kawalan ng pag-asa.
At huwag mo ako bibitawan dahil magkikita tayo pagkatapos ang kamatayan natin dalawa
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 8:07 AM UTC
Abandon me not in this place.
Isolation is my deepest phobia.
I know my mistake made you hurt more
But you were blind the whole time
Lost in the resonance of your own anger.
You never witnessed my toil, blinded by your focus on the void.
You never perceived my humanity, obsessed with the blemishes of my mistakes.
Did you always think I was just a perfectionist?
A shackle has always remained upon my neck.
I struggle to sever it, yet the agony only intensifies
Because I couldn't let go
Only realize I didn't forgive myself
I persisted in the delusion of who you were and who I am.
Lost in the mirage of my own daydreams.
Now I still hold a chain of despair
It's still a pain but I know I have to use to it
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 7:54 AM UTC