to choose the forest is to be
lost, and lost in the trees
guided by stars, not to a journey
but turning to some place worth exploring
you loved life with your being
and passed the forest for its trees;
the string of red ribbons happens to be
constellations within the captive sea
but lost you were with your own
itself ripped apart of definition
looking back, its love brings you
back to its original destination
though their signposts lead to more obstacles
and landmarks fetter into miserable,
its fractures into a blissful wonder
in place of stars for faded luster
Apr 21, 2024
Apr 21, 2024 at 11:02 AM UTC
at some point, you just know that
you have got to let them go
of the first time we connected
all those memories we both established
those quirks, my quirks
and remained are flaws, irredeemable flaws
of the places we visited
and of the places that could have been
they now remain as stolen dreams
and retain in them, nightmares born
to its deserving king
of the ideas and lies that
perpetuated my thoughts
to you and for you
like a love that stalks rather
than one you wish I would have
of you
he who once was the sun to me
whose smile was solace like the moon
and though, most probably, it was all built in lies
it was something, truly moving
but remains in the sky, was nothing
that is why these things have to go
the stains that once belonged
and in their places are impressions, gone
what now remains, if they wish to remain,
are dreams that turned into nightmares
ghosts that I long ignored
love once harbored
and... you
Dec 13, 2023
Dec 13, 2023 at 9:58 AM UTC
in the end, I am declared
guilty
to be free from the chains of contrivance
to finally rely on noble companions
from facade to its truths
born flowers will bore fruit
to be requested release
and to forever deny its reprise
to be loved, and finally to love
and matters not that never mattered
past chains perish, and the future followed
as warm as the sun
forever cursed to bear the fervor
to be chained,
to be denied and drought
as I have done to he
as the moon without its sun
at the start, the only crime committed
was being me
Dec 8, 2023
Dec 8, 2023 at 11:05 AM UTC
on the first day,
silence exists
to none; it awaits
the spark to turn
its light into sound
from singularity
to polarity
fastens and worsen
its glaze turns to screams;
the kaleidoscopic cacophony
turns nothingness
to an array of beauty
god looked at
the neverending pyre
and said
"that is all good"
he rest well the next day
Nov 15, 2023
Nov 15, 2023 at 9:09 AM UTC
the concept of art
is a mere combination
of common logic
and compelling academic
yet when it comes
to an abstract composition
it all falls down
to pure academic
but it does not mean
that a work’s meaning
becomes diluted with
academic discourse
but it does mean
that its meaning
is measured by
someone who sees
the moment of clarity
at the right distance
at its sufficient mindset
Oct 8, 2023
Oct 8, 2023 at 7:19 AM UTC
what can be classified
as romantic?
do both parties partially understand
the mechanics
of exchange, its similies and subtleties
or worse,
the nature of its never-stagnant
recourse?
of course, as a writer myself,
one could
always find the answer
but would
never find the perfect example
as if
the mere combination of a couple
letters of
would fit your needs as well as mine
but
nonetheless, my friend, we all
know the
answer, somewhere, and I'd like
to believe
that the person you'd write to
knows that too.
Oct 6, 2023
Oct 6, 2023 at 11:06 PM UTC
"are you happy?"
echoing
lingering
imitating
reanimating sound
"maybe"
cyclic
anemic
phobic
armistice
"I am asking for a yes or a no"
endangered
requiting
enamored
caprice
"so which is it?"
vibrating
shattering
lingering
doubt
"are you truly happy?"
monotheistic
never-ending
asphyxiating
reprise
Oct 4, 2023
Oct 4, 2023 at 9:06 AM UTC
I told someone
that I like sunny days
that I like the sun and clouds
above me
That I like the summer breeze
in the hot and humid weather
and the cloudy skies
above me
I like sunny days
Like the person I told
about sunny days to
Days that never end, never waver
Never there
There is always going to be rainy days
As in the darkest clouds and hardest rain,
the coldest wind in the chilling weather
But the skies
The skies remind me of summer
Like the person I told
about sunny days to
And I've always told him
that I liked the weather, hot or cold
and the rain that never seem to waver
above me
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 4:39 AM UTC
The sun is going to rise
Pretty soon,
the flowers will bloom
the trees greet with open arms
the birds hum and the bees buzz
farmers start planting and watering
people start running around for errands
machines start buzzing
cars start driving
and the river starts flowing downstream
It's almost going to end
But pretty soon,
the sun is going to rise
after the long and silent night
everything will start moving
like the sun
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
There are days where
I wish
The sun won't shine
'Cause I want the day to be
The same as yesterday
Like some kind of voodoo magic
In where
I close my eyes
Hold your breath for three counts
And awaken to the sight of a dull day
But when I open my eyes
I saw
A brighter world
Filled with stars and lights
Like the sky being greeted with a kiss
And there, in the middle
Smiling back
Starshine
Bright and wondrous
And magical
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC