how stupid of me to think bad of you
texting your ex
trying to stalk her
reliving the memories of you two in your head
when all this time
you did nothing
but weep
because of your father's grave illness
****
**** it.
how selfish have i become
this is beyond embarrassing
ugh
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
I’d like to believe
That unicorns do exist
I’ll ride on their backs
And fly into the clouds
Where rainbows shine with glee
As I wave my magic wand
And turn everything around
Into golden sprouts of happiness
Love, and everything in between.
But unicorns don’t exist
And the world isn’t full of rainbows
A magic wand can’t heal the pain
Of an unrequited love affair
There can never be assurance
That happiness is eternal
For the world is full of hatred
And everything in between.
Help me
Unicorns cannot exist
Tell me they aren’t real
Stab me with words I hate to hear
‘Cause I’m afraid I’m starting to believe
That the impossible could soon be real.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
You
An epitome of sin
You are pride
You are greed
You are anger
You are lust
You are envy
You are sloth
You are gluttony
You are mortal and deadly
Yet you make me feel
Immortal and alive
Yes
You are
My favorite
Sin.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
“ Belayer, ready? ”
“ Ready! ”
I stood beneath the tower, staring at you, as you slowly rappelled into my heart. You have this black wavy hair, porcelain skin, expressive eyes, and lips so red and tender. I’ve always dreamt of having a taste of heaven. But I am no more than a mediocre, vulnerable mortal. You, on the other hand, sat on a golden throne of excellence. You are a god of your own kingdom, of your own beliefs.
I marvelled at your existence. You have that uncanny knack of making hearts melt. Mine was made of pure cold ice, yet it succumbed to the flames of your personality. I found myself melting. Dripping uncontrollably onto the ground. Sinking into the depths of your soul.
You
were a jack of all trades; master of almost anything. Impeccable—that’s what you are. Or so I thought.
There I was, begging for a hint of affection. Pleading for a simple attention. A tiny piece of an unwanted shrub lost in a garden full of Juliet roses. I suffered from the realization of a dream lost at birth. This feeling of remorse crawls up like a spider ready to eat its prey. I was the prey, entangled in my own web of imaginations and fantasies. Fear dominated my mind that I decided to bury my feelings. Here inside my heart, they remain silent and untouched.
Months, years passed. And all of a sudden, you desensitized me. You’ve pulled me into some kind of portal where a world full of possibilities awaits. I blinked again to find reality. No other relationship could get as frivolous as ours. What are we, really? My locked-up emotions were raging. I couldn’t stand the ambiguity. Albeit all questions running down my spine, I looked down and cried,
“ Belayer, ready?! ”
My question just echoed through the distance. There was not a single reply. Not even the slightest kind of whisper. I guess you were not yet ready to catch me.
If I fall.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
kung bibigyang halaga ang pag-ibig
siguro, pulubi na ako
pagpalagay nating
isang daan na lamang ang pera ko
at bawat pagkilos
ay tatapatan natin ng
sampung piso
sampung piso para huwag mo akong i-seenzone sa fb
sampung piso para huwag mo akong i-unseenzone sa fb
sampung piso para i-chat o text mo naman ako
sampung piso para bawasan 'yang init ng ulo mo
sampung piso para patawarin mo ako
sampung piso para kausapin mo naman ako nang maayos
sampung piso para maintindihan kung ano ba 'yang gusto mo
sampung piso para malaman kung ano ba talaga ang nararamdaman mo
sampung piso para bigyang-oras mo naman ako at magka-ayos tayo
at itong huling sampung piso
iaalay ko na lamang sa donation box ng chapel
baka sakaling dapuan ako ng milagro
at matauhan din ako sa katangahang ito
dahil ubos na ang pera ko
ngunit 'di ko pa rin mabili
ang pag-ibig mo.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
minsan naisip ko
isa akong sago
tigasin talaga
palaban
pero sa oras na lunurin mo ako
sa kumukulong tubig
titigil ako't manlalambot
isa lang kasi akong sago
tigasin
palaban
pero
natatakot din.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
i pity myself for always
trying to say sorry
when in fact
i shouldn't
THESE ARE FEELINGS OF SHEER PAIN
but then i get afraid
you might leave me
why do i always feel neglected
unspecial
unappreciated
why is it that
you'll just go here when it's convenient for you
what about me
i wanted to see you as often as much
am i allowed to visit you too
sigh
you know what
sometimes
i feel like i'm being used up
AN OXYGEN TANK
giving you relief
when you're in dire need
of support
but see
i'm getting consumed
slowly
silently
one day
when i shall speak none of your name
wonder not
there's just nothing left of me anymore
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
You sent my quiescent heart into a beating frenzy
A then lifeless ***** pumped itself back to life
It continues to beat at this very hour - relentless, restless
However every drop of sincere love is now replaced
It bangs against my constricting ribs, fueled by paroxysmal fury
I still find it difficult to breathe
No other melody equated your mellifluous voice
Every syllable that waltzed its way out of your lips enamored my soul
Now it turned to vexing noise that perturbs the tunnels of my ears
You are a song that does not belong in my playlist
Reverberating whispers haunt the hallways of my being
The hallways that you abandoned
Your name is etched on every wall of my mind
Its letters cavorted on the vacant space, owned the space
Each wall began to disintegrate now as your sobriquets induce cracks
Saccharine endearments quake the foundations of my sanity
But my castle of thoughts will not collapse
Commencing exhaustive repairs to extract you out of my life
Picturesque moments framed in my museum of memories
Images of your smile, of your enchanting eyes - all on display
How I wish you can watch me bathe the museum in gasoline now
The lofty flames will bring the light back in my insipid eyes
You were so quick to leave, shaming athletes on a race
Incinerating all to ash, witness how the wrathful flames emulate your pace
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
I want to be the words you write of a poem
as much as those of which you speak of
I want to be your rants in life
oh, let me be those endless thoughts you have
I want to be the tune you hum as you walk down the street
the adrenaline rush you get from running
the sound of hello when you see your old friends;
and that tender hug as you bid them goodbye
I want to be the the strings of your guitar
or better yet your precious violin
let me be the music in your ears
let me echo inside your head
and be the that sweet sweet melody
that gently lulls you to sleep
I want to be that 5-minute nap after a stressful study
the pause you make when you're weary or sad
the bonus scores that make you pass exams
and that guilt-free food you indulge yourself in
I just want to be those simple things in life
which brighten up your day,
and make you feel alive
in every possible way
I don't need to be the reason why you live
nor the reason why you love
I just want to be what makes you truly happy.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
Remember when I told you
I'd be your friend no matter what?
That when things go wrong
And if we won't stay strong
I'd surely get mad
But I'd still be you friend
Remember?
Hey do you know how much it hurts?
To love you so deeply
But then the world seems to be against
The idea of you being with me
Or me being with you
Or us
Or no, you
The idea of you having to build your world
Around me
Trying to decode every mystery that I am
As you kiss me on the head
While I'm asleep on your shoulders
It hurts, it hurts
The way you look at me
When tears start to blur
Your almond-shaped eyes
Like a baby
You stare at me
Pleading for care and affection
Understanding
Begging me to stay
In your most silent ways
But
If things shall not go our way,
Would you still be my friend, too?
sigh
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC