I pour these words on paper
When everyone's at slumber
I dream when everyone's awake
Like a serpent dutiful for one's sake
I slither, I toil, I breathe, I devour
All it seems for a tiny glasshour
My antidote is mercy not love
A crow as white as a dove
Salvation will not reach me for an eons
My busy hands are as tired as a peon's
Darkness is light, when it is solemn
My chains will forever be broken
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 11:14 AM UTC
Love sold on every corner
While the dim city lights flicker
Damp empty corridors
Where faceless people come and go
Ominous wails of forgotten love
To ones self, or another
Fake memoirs being written
Lost, but not afraid
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 10:41 AM UTC
see, I loved you with everything I had
and I know you loved me the best you could without loving yourself
you were fighting demons of your own design
doing everything you could to calm the eternal flames rising from your core
I spent years begging them to possess me instead
years fighting for you to love me in a way you couldn't
in the end, I got what I had been begging for
now, I am trying to dampen the flames rising from my core
fighting demons of my own design
Jun 25, 2023
Jun 25, 2023 at 7:43 PM UTC
How?
How to mend this sorry heart
How does this ache so much
A passionate part,
But a feeble one
Like the redness of one's lips
Women, liquor, company
Felt grey and short-lived
I tried to mend this sorry heart
Read novels, and created art
To no avail, this broken part
I can't repair this broken heart
Jun 25, 2023
Jun 25, 2023 at 10:07 AM UTC
I poured everything
Red wine in a golden chalice
I poured,
And I poured, and I poured
No wine was left,
Sold the gold for a copper one
Bought another wine,
To make me forget you
With sorrowful memories,
Streaming down from the copper chalice
Half asleep
Half awake
I can't forget
I cannot find you
I slithered to your old doorstep
Knocking for my old self
Jun 25, 2023
Jun 25, 2023 at 9:54 AM UTC
I have a small confession. Forgive this pouring of my heart. This bluebird is caged and wants to be freed.
I cherish halls, where we first met. The moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew you were going to be a sorrowful love. Recently, I have began to regard you as much more than just a sorrowful love.
My feelings for you intensified as I talk to you. When we laid and shared our stories underneath the moonlight, I knew it.
You have eyes like graceful peaches and the most true lips I've ever seen. Your hair, black as tar- and your smile as precious as pink sapphires- always makes my day, my weeks.
You're so special with your laugh. The way you handle your self shows great patience and curiosity.
I know that to you I'm just a blue wanderer but I think we could be happy together, crying like two happy birds.
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
The soil in the garden,
Pink-colored plastic flamingos
Rusty, and damp backyard
We've planted orchids, remember?
Everything is a palace
Every palace endures solitude
But I am no palace
An apparition,
The maiden I see at night
The roofs are crying
Your memories are still here,
And your clothes, always dusted off your favorite
Your lavander dress, paired with your yellows
Dancing in the meadow
I never liked dancing alone
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
Asul na kalangitan
Luntiang parang
Gabing madilim
Kalungkutan,
Kasiyahan
Lahat ng ito'y napapansin kong may pagmamahal,
Nang ika'y dumating.
Sa bawat pagdampi ng tubig sa aking labi
Sa bawat puyat
Pag-aalimpuyo ng damdamin,
Sa bawat kilig at galak,
Ikaw ang obrang iginuguhit nito
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC
I don't know everything about her
but i would love to
she doesn't eat a lot, but she likes sweets
Blueberries and brownies,
watching movies
She likes beautiful photographs
But I think she's the most beautiful when she
Takes a picture of herself
She cries, but she makes people laugh
She's every bit of perfect
And every bit of crazy,
I hate it when she's sad
But I know she'll probably shake it off
She's every bit of the things i hope i would like,
And i've learned to like it as i talk to her
Can i waste all your time?
Like walking to empty sidewalks
Or doing the things you hate doing alone
Or even if you have nothing to say
If you think you're not pretty at the end of the day,
I'll still think you're the prettiest
because you are you,
You beautifully untamed you,
Your colors are too bright for me,
But i've always loved the sun when it's true
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
You're like the coffee that I drink while I'm half a sleep
warm,
bitter,
and sweet.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC