Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
where people will hear how—
much i love the
crinkles of your eyes when you smile
how much i love
the way your cheeks turn pink
into the night
how much i love
your eyes glimmer when i tell you i love you
Come away with me on a bus
where they can't tempt us, with their lies
where we will be safe
from the insanity
of the society
and my warmth will shield you
from the coldness of
their judgments
telling you you are not enough
and everything you’ve done is just a speck
of almost—
weighs nothing
and still undermined.
But remember this
because I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day (on any day if I’m being honest)
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come
and hide and explain everything to me
because you are more than enough
and everything you’ve done have no words
because it’s all perfect
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
where nothing matters—
no one is allowed to judge
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
if silence was golden
why is it then that—
when you’re quiet
i think i might shatter
into pieces
turn into
broken glasses, dusts—
i might turn to fumes
out of anxiety
depression
and regret
trying to recapture the moment
in retrospect
that maybe i have said something wrong
did something unacceptable
that i may not see how golden silence could be
if the thoughts running
in your head
is how you’re going to end things with me
we’re growing the distance
and we thought
it’s our freedom of explanation
we do not realise that we are
getting deeper in this mess
that you’ve been growing more silent
that i rather spit blood and accept all the jab
than this silence mess me up
this separation
this time and space between us
brought us to some revelation
that you chose not to discuss
i rather be black and blue
than accept that you withdrew
so how can silence be golden
if anything hurts less than being quiet?
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
30 fingers, 30 toes
3 fine young lads
a day's great worth
they climbed a mountain,
jumped off a cliff,
the sun was harsh
yet they all succeed
they surpassed not only the trails,
made a difference not only in name,
but they prove to themselves
that they're awesome and great
they learned a big secret today
exchanged between hushes of the wind
puffs of cloud cloaked the three
hope it would teach them to be tough
and what it meant to be truly free
thank you for the wonderful day
balagbag sure had a spree
with three enthusiastic lads
and a eunioa who speaks of lessons
and how to dream
i hope i left something to be remembered in your hearts
'cause you three, without a doubt, had taught things i will always keep in me
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
the rustling of the sheets
your legs on my feet
let me caress you my dear--
until we fall deep in sleep.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC
I live in a house
with wafer walls
paper thin
crispy, crumbling
when scraped, snowflakes.
I live in a house
with wafer walls,
sounds seeping
in the crisscross lattice,
in the holes
of the foam.
I live in a house
with wafer walls,
porous, absorbent of tears
and angry words,
melting feelings
in the middle.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Maybe this time
it will not hurt.
Maybe this time
you’ll make him happy.
Maybe this time
you had done
the right thing.
Maybe this time
he’ll realize
that you had done
such thing for
his own welfare.
Maybe this time
he’ll realize
that losing you
is the best thing he had ever done in his entire life.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
This is the part where you think
of what’s right.
This is the part where you
put in mind
what’s best
for the both of you.
‘hey’ she whispered
under your tight hug.
You looked at her and
you kissed her for the last time.
This is the part that
you must hug her even tighter,
hold her even longer and
kiss her until tears
started to fall down and;
you crumple and tell her
that you can’t live without her.
But instead,
you let go of the tight hug,
you looked at her with
a blank gaze and
smiled plainly.
You tried your best
to stop the tears and
heavily said the words,
‘this won’t work at all,
I’m breaking up
with you.’
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
I'm not mad.
I am just...
worried, that's all.
I'm worried.
I think it's normal
to be worried
but I--
don't like this at all.
You're making me
feel
as if
I had done something wrong
and
I had made you upset.
I don't like it.
It's disgusting.
I tried approaching you,
but there you go again,
closing your doors at me.
Please,
let me say something.
You can also lean on me.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
I looked at my scars.
I stared at the mirror for a moment
and a frown formed in my lips.
I realized that I've loved you--
too much that it hurts,
that it scared me and
that it might ****
me,
I try to breathe in
and calm myself down.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
Stain on my shirt, I can't erase
The fumes of your cologne
I can't help but embrace
I wonder how long will this be
My longing for you--
eternal as it may seem.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC