I'm standing on my own grave because I couldn't die
Waiting for the time to pass, I looked up
And there goes a drop
I always wonder where did I go wrong, but I know
It's not a mystery but a denial
While people are shouting, I already found the answer
A bit of them, plenty of me
Now I don't wonder but I pity, then I beg
For someone to hear and understand
But we don't want them, that's the truth
For they will give up or die, leave nothing but memories
Words in scriptures and smiles in photographs
They will be gone and we will stand on their graves
Thank them for loving us even though they barely did
And there goes ourselves and selfishness again
We don't bother to think what's wrong again
For this time, nothing is right and everything is wrong
I pity, then I beg
For myself to love myself for others to die without me
Dec 13, 2022
Dec 13, 2022 at 8:04 AM UTC
The year was 2022
Sidewalks are empty, skies are blue
'Perfect time to walk,' I said
But I never did nor I dared
The year was 2022
Man's in the corner, no one has a clue
'I have a family,' she said
But with a knife he held, he let her bled
The year was 2022
Divisions are visible, unity is through
'I will make it better,' he said
But he was laughing and joking and outside he fled
The year was 2022
There goes Ivan, there goes Sue
'Is it such a sin?' I asked
But no one answered, instead they buried it in the past
The year was 2022
Roof's old, it's time to renew
'I'm going to miss this,' I said
But boy, was I glad to leave behind the dead
The year was 2022
Time to leave the crowd, live with the few
'Perfect time to live,' I said
But the sidewalks are full and the skies are red
And as the 21st season will end,
The reality will finally begin
Dec 13, 2022
Dec 13, 2022 at 7:57 AM UTC
Dear Sir,
From where you are;
How much did we do for thy name?
Do not trust the liberals
Do not love the allies
Nor hate the oppositions;
'Twas not justice they make—
But abominations!
****** of words
Ballad of swords;
How're you still looking?
'Twas not justice they make—
Halt! And die
Sir, pardon the freedom
'Twas too much and too less
Chaste and filthy;
'Twas not justice they make—
Violent ***********
Hands are no longer useful
Looks like we have to stay at home today
And tonight, tomorrow, the nth age;
'Twas not ease they prosper—
Paranoid demotion!
Dear Sir,
From where you are;
Can you just forgive us?
'Twas not independence you gave—
But debasement!
Feb 9, 2022
Feb 9, 2022 at 5:26 PM UTC
It was a busy day, I can remember
She was across the street, dressed in purity
She was waving at me, about to run towards me
But the light was red, it never turned green
People around me are talking about me
I heard them cursing my name under their breath
I took away the angel for me
But the light was red, it never turned green
My family hates me for being ignorant
I never learned anything but the words of that woman across the street
She was about to learn everything for me
But the light was red, it never turned green
It was a funeral, I was not invited
How can I say sorry to them?
Nobody forgives a sinner
Because the light was red, it can never turn green
She loves me, and she will never leave me
She tells me life is never easy,
People will save no one but themselves (and that's ok)
So when the light was red, nobody made it green
Jan 7, 2022
Jan 7, 2022 at 12:30 PM UTC
Yesterday, we had conversation
We talked about your school,
Said that's your only life
Yesterday, we made out at karaoke bar
You sang The Velvet Underground,
I was stuck on The Fray
Yesterday, we wrote poem
It was to reimagine lost diary,
We only felt empty
Yesterday, I walked you toward terminal
We tried to embrace,
Driver shouted go or stay
Yesterday, you gave me book
It was about your life,
How I failed to save you
Yesterday, it was two years ago
It was the end,
I already lost you
Jan 7, 2022
Jan 7, 2022 at 12:29 PM UTC
Cashful rain on the apocalypse,
How can they be so generously obdurate?
Answer them, for they are poor
"Vote me for I gave you your money.
I will protect you only if you make me rich;
Ten for me, five for each.
Still not happy?
Here, buy yourselves shoes
I wanna see you kneel, clap and praise
To this rod I raise,
To this deluge, do converge
Yell and panic, your worth is my business."
Always, it is an open television, always
Fat men in fat suits watching their favorite shows
Jan 7, 2022
Jan 7, 2022 at 12:28 PM UTC
Staring at the ceiling,
Staring at my phone,
Why am I feeling this?
What's going on?
Heart's pounding hard,
I'm about to lose it now.
I thought this would be a good day,
But who's enjoying it now?
I was born for a minute,
Then the demons ***** me.
They tied me up on a tree,
Said for them, I am a real deal.
What a good day it is, indeed!
To be alive,
Is to be a feast for the devils.
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 6:26 AM UTC
Stop giving me 'happy birthday' cards
I'm barely happy it's my birthday
You'd disagree, but you won't listen how it's hard
To have a daily book of ********* everyday
Please! Stop saying how happy you are
I'm barely breathing yet you barely recognize
I wanna tell you I'm still crying over my dead scar
From that lost star you begged me to chase and revitalize
Tonight, I will peacefully die
You will be sad, but you will be glad
Thank you for giving me a life
And **** you, and them, for making me vile
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 4:22 PM UTC
You are my Vita in my fantasy
Young and brave with still a husband—
Who craves to be with me
Look away, I mustn't stare at you
How you are dressed, I mustn't adore you
But, too late, you are here again—
In a paroxysm of the swaying goddesses—
We danced with them under the veils
A mister I as well and still have—
Oh, if we were only maidens forever
But, too late, I love him still
While I still forbid me to love thee
Let us not escape tonight—
Tomorrow let us not see each selves
Only pals we shall be—
On a century, fate will fin'lly say we're meant to be
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 5:24 PM UTC
You won't read this but...
Out here, I write about you
Under your defying eyes
A 'someone,' you are
Reading Edgar and Agatha
Escaping commons and moderns
Astute, they said you are?
But, who are you to talk—
If what you say, is only what you see?
Tedious, that harangue you made
Clever, you think you are with classics on your shelf?
'Half-wit' must've done your name justice instead
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 4:42 PM UTC