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Altitude Jun 6
When life gives you lemons,
you give them lemonade.
But as we live up with these demons,
wounds and scars are never healing,
Anger, frustrations, all concealing,
the outcries of the one ceasing.

The faux smile that's showing,
Faking the happiness from others
All ever bearing.
Eager to burst out,
Roaring like a lion looking,
Looking for someone to devour.

These demons.
They come and pry,
prying out the victims
And then let loose.
Seeking fear, seeking fun,
All for when a man hungs.
Depression is a serious illness and should be helped with. Talk to someone, find ways to let that feeling loose. Don't keep it to yourself. Unlike me.

Don't worry, someone is helping me fight this battle. With a battlecry I can shout out, I still continue to live.
Altitude Apr 27
I sought silence in noise,
sought darkness in light.
Sought love in medication,
sought pleasure in frustration,
forged personalities that were fake,
hoped for miracles on birthday cakes.
Attempted to see without looking,
listen without hearing,
speak without talking,
bagging to explore,
but tied down by worry.
A poem I made on 25th April 2016 that was almost forgotten until this day.
Altitude Apr 25
Nakapagtataka,
sa dinamidaming pagkakataon.
Kung saan ako'y nagbunga,
Ang bukod isip ay di naaayon.

Sa tuwing bagkas
ng mga labi mo'y pagkaralita.
Bukod tanging
Ako'y naalipusta.

Hinanap ang pangangatwiran
Kung bakit ika'y ganyan.
Nasugatan,
ngunit pinagbigyan
ng tadhana'y biyaya.

Pangangatwirang kusang loob,
Kusang loob na pinagtatanggol
Ng bulong
ng aking kutob.

Ako
Ikaw
Sino ba tayo
sa mundong ito?
Isip sana'y di pumanaw.
  Apr 25 Altitude
Scorpius
I slip
From
Now
To the nows
That pose
As laters
And I
Wonder
What’s to be.
I watch
With eager
Curiosity
Then
Anxious
Uncertainty
The loves
I’ve gathered
Along
The way
To make
My later
Matter.
And in the space
Between
Postures
Of not knowing
I find
The watcher.
  Apr 25 Altitude
patricia
ipinikit mo ang iyong mga mata.

sa ikatlong gabing katutulugan mo nang basa ang iyong unan,
nagsamo ka ng mumunting hiling,

sa lihim **** paghikbi,
dinama mo muli, kung paano ang maging kulang
at mawala sa sarili **** mga pagkakamali.

ang mayakap ang sarili sa gabi,
ay ganti sa katawang hapo mula sa buong araw na pagpapanggap,
na mas ibig mo ang umaga dahil sa ligaya nitong dala.

ang masayaw ang anino sa himig ng pag-iisa,
ay paglaya ng isipan mula sa buhay **** mga bangungot

ang mahimbing sa lamig ng mga luha,
ay paglimot mo sa alaala ng init na iniwan niya sa iyong kama.

sa ikatlong gabing kinatulugan mo nang basa ang iyong unan,
nagsamo ka ng mumunting hiling,

mahanap mo nawa ang galak sa paggising.
  Apr 25 Altitude
Isabelle
baby don’t be sad
if you are the sun
and i am the moon
for we will meet soon
and it will be beautiful
a beautiful eclipse
02142020
Altitude Apr 25
I'm dying with these words,
When the world closes its doors.
Trying to find the life inside
to give and share,
to live a life.

Oh kindle life, give me hype.
To be productive as I ever was
The poet inside of me
has been dying as it ever has.

It comes and goes
Like as water flows.
It might be dry,
It might overflow.

Inspiration...
dying
while
also
craving
inside.
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