in a good day
she’s the warm sunlight in the morning of spring
the reminder that it’s a new day to try again
in love
she’s the puppy that’ll catch your attention
without a price, loves unconditionally
in a bad day
she’s the moon that reveals half of herself
and remains present for when others need her
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 10:20 AM UTC
what you see is not always what you get,
like a tiger scared by a house cat.
we sometimes forget
that appearances can be deceiving
just like we’re trained to master the act of concealing
the emotions that don’t serve our audience
in a zoo they all want
to see a tiger at its finest performance
no one knows the struggles of the tiger
since no eye sees behind the curtain where life seems to be a little harsher.
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 1:53 AM UTC
Some may know what I’d say
Some may know what I’d do
but no one knows the demons i hide
until i found the person i knew
that would understand me too
to show vulnerability
I confess with all the knowledge you now have
my mind wants to flee
for it is not for a public audience to hear nor see
as the world responds with sympathy or hostility
please i beg you respect my trust in you
and be gentle with me.
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
Beyond that fog lies the unknown.
The way it can hide a whole city
may fill a hole in me
bury the trauma within
by keeping our memories blurry
it’s a natural response to forget
to never again recall that story.
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC
Your presence ignites a spark
that you may not see
like a matchstick whose capable
of starting a fire in me
In your absence,
continues an ordinary day
until when you’re around do i display
a sense of enthusiasm
in the air
an energy only found
in your presence
when you are here.
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 1:35 PM UTC
she thinks older than her age
but she plays like a kid with bliss
like a ferocious dragon—treated wrong
face the fiery rage, you’d lose your wits.
treating her right does not guarantee a kiss
only to the one she loves
she’d grant that wish
you do her wrong
not a piece of you would be missed.
like a kid she goes
willing to play and learn
eyes gaze at her with awe
what a sight to see
lovely as she.
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
Just like how the sun and the moon
exists in two different times.
One of them is up while the other one lie
asleep or present on the other side
of the world they both share,
until the sun finally arise, the moon awaits
as they both appear awake
Up at the same time,
the moon holds back on its own bedtime
to join the company of the sun,
making her radiate brighter during daytime.
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 3:19 AM UTC
I've fallen
fallen off from the perfect image framed of me
for me to embody a perfect daughter
daughter that's no longer me
I was one of the nicest
I was one of the best
Fell off my high chair, can I just lay here and rest?
It feels as if I have to live up
to the things I no longer want
to the expectations not of my own
but of the people that dares to throw me off my throne
The fire and desire to break away grows in me
Yet I'm stuck inside a cell where they claim I'm free
As I stand still in the same root like an old tree
I envy the leaves of life falling when it felt right to flee
I'm no angel, nor do my demons define me
But in this earth,
to look after thyself is seen as a deed of evil
Self-worth constantly shattered
and we ask why people lack the effort?
the effort to be and stay true to ourselves are enough of a riddle
I'm not the same as I used to be, I'm no longer the little me.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 9:14 PM UTC
Is it better to remain friends after a taste of being lovers?
Can it continue?
Pause now until we’re ready.
Pause now til’ I see you.
Will you take the bite when we’re given the chance?
Or find another in the meanwhile.
I’m stuck on you but I don’t mean to.
I don’t expect you to feel the way I do.
I don’t hold you as a possession.
I respect all your decisions.
If this is the best way for now
Til’ I see you, i don’t know how
to express the way i feel about you
but all of it is true.
How did i fall so easily...
in love with you.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 9:51 PM UTC
Love may be the toughest withdrawal
It fertilizes a garden and blooms the wildest—beautiful flowers.
It’s flourishes with enough love given to it,
as it decays in a catastrophic drought.
Nature needs care and its necessities to grow.
We grew a garden raising it up from the seed.
Withdrawals hit when the desire to revive the flowers and the browning of plant is no longer achievable.
No fertilizer.
No water.
Dry Soil.
The wanting to of seeing the flowers bloom again. The wanting of how the garden once looked.
The images of what the garden would have looked like. That is the toughest.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC