the sea breeze feels nice
sun is perfectly shining
what could go wrong today?

Midnight crashing down
We're under the streetlight,
Where is this going?

I was your Harry.

And you were my friend, Hermione.

I liked it when people see us together

And tell us we're fit one another

When in reality,

I was just an extra in your story

I loved you secretly,

Even though reciprocating it is just a fantasy,

And so I watched you end up with my bestfriend, Ron

When I knew that should've been me.

My head aches
From all these thoughts
That should have been said
But I was too afraid
So I'll just let my head ache
And hope that the pain goes away

Hello poetry,
Thank you for always being there for me,
You're the one I poured my melancholy
The happiness I felt, you're the one who first knew all about it
You became my emotional punching bag,
I expressed everything in you
And thank you is not enough to express my gratitude,
But really, thank you, you're the one I leaned on
When I thought nothing's gonna go better
Thank you for never getting tired of me.

Each day
I strive
To live
And to survive
This cruel world that
I was forced to breathe in to

I'll just act as if everything's going well
So that my friends will not dwell
In my problematic well
That is full of problems and is a hell
Because I know no one is willing to help
And if they discover what is wrong with me
They'll automatically run away and shrivel
So as long as I can hide my liability
Everything will go smoothly

Teachers always say,
"Strive for excellence, not for perfection"
"Giving your best matters the most"
"Grades do not define you"
"Studying with the mentality of passing is nothing"

Why would they say those,
If they were the ones who push us to feel;
We are to perfect
We are to be highest
We are who our grades are
We are to study to pass

Studying for passing.
Passing without learning.

I was never half full
Nor half empty
I was always a cup
A punctured cup
Never to be filled
Never to be fulled

You can't be mine,
Neither can I be yours
And all I could do
Is write poems about you

Selfishness
is
a
disease
that
people
chose
not
to
cure

Those 2 words, keep writing
Made me feel so appreciated
I feel overjoyed, thanks for the support
I'll keep writing,
Until words stop flowing,
Until my eyes dry from crying
Until I feel happy
and I know that i'm very far from that
Until then, I'll keep writing.

I don't really know what i'm writing
But I know I needed an outlet,
I'm feeling down these days,
And I came to a point that dying was the best option
However, I have to fight, I needed to live
For my dreams and for my future
I still have no idea what i'm writing
But I know writing helps
It may not ease the pain
But it will slowly heal my wounds

You know that feeling when you can't write a ******* poem but wanted to write so bad that you end up being miserable and lonely and insecure about yourself?

My eyes sparkle at the sight of you
Glaze forms
Hazy vision, drunk from your presence
This odd smile I wear, every time you're there
Gestures changes,
And as you approach, my heart explodes
Breathing rapidly
I unconsciously twirl my hair
You greet me, "hello."
Trying to not let you know
Acting normal, and greeting you back
Masking my admiration towards you,
Hoping you did not notice how I act in front of you

Was there a night you just stared at the ceiling and cried?
Was there a time you just were too tired to fight?
Were there moments when you just wanted to die?

There'll be times that it'll be hard,
Those are the times that'll give you an illusion to give up
Be strong and hold on,
Until then you'll strive
You'll live and survive
Not happily ever after,
Not like the movies or those dramas you watch
But with your own kind of reality,
Your truest reality that will genuinely make you happy

Until then, you have to fight,
Until then, you have to strive
Until then, you have to live
Until then, you have to survive

Maybe, we're not that worthless as we thought we were.
Maybe, we still haven't found our purpose, and it's completely okay to feel lost and unworthy of this life sometimes.
What's not okay is not getting help from other people.
What's not okay is not admitting what you're feeling deep inside and bottling up those emotions until it explodes.
It's okay to be hurt.
It's okay to feel lost.
It's okay to fail.
Your feelings are valid.
You are worth it.
You're worthy of all the good things this world have to offer.

In a closed room with white walls, nothing can be heard but their heavy breathing and the beeping of machines.

Cacophonous sob and whispers grew.
The sound of the machine is slowing down.

It was time.

A man wearing a white coat came.

It really was time.

Nothing can hurt more than seeing someone go.

Society tells you to be yourself
Yet they judge you when you are yourself
Society tells you to be honest
Yet they judge you when you are being honest

Never let our society dictate what you have to become,
You are your own person.
Don't give a ****.

Sometimes in life,
We have to accept
The incidents
That hurt us
Is meant to happen
To strengthen us
And to make us
Feel alive

I'm losing my passion for writing
My ideas are wilting
The feeling of being not good enough is slowly weeding
I know I need to put and end to all of these

My words aren't the same anymore
How I construct poetic lines sound mediocre than ever
Rhyming schemes is of no direction
Just like how I'm writing this poem

To tell you honestly, and to tell you the truth
I only started writing because i thought I was good.
I was wrong.
I was a fool for believing I had the talent.

There's nothing even special about her! Her ***** aren't huge, in fact, they're non existent. She has a big stomach, a stomach that is massive in size compared to her *****. She has a lot of pimples. She's not even smart. She loathe books! She doesn't even know how to spell the word "serious". She's not popular either, actually, there's a fair amount of people who despises her. She's annoying if you'd ask me.

But despite her imperfections and flaws, I love her. I really do. Perhaps, because of how tactless she is, or how her double chin shows up every time she laughs, or how she manages to brighten my day up even if hers also went bad, or how cute she looks when she smiles, or how sweet she acts towards me. She still crept into me.

I accepted her imperfections. I loved all the beautiful parts of her, and all the ugly too. She isn't beautiful, but her personality is. She made me a better woman because she seeks one in me. Her eyes maybe of color black, but to me, it says various words with different meanings. She's one of the few people I met that's different from the rest.

She's flawed, and so am I, and that made me love her even more. It doesn't make sense to everyone, but it makes sense to our hearts, where it really matters.

I loved you

even when it hurts

I understood you

even when it's illogical

I helped you

even when you don't want to help yourself anymore

I always made time for you

even though you cannot commit to me

And I grew tired of it

even when I don't want to

Don't worry, I'm now leaving you

because I never felt your love and affection

I am tired of being a martyr

I loved you, but I am so freaking tired of your excuses

It'll hurt a lot

*but I'll move one and find one to replace you soon

I saw your photos today. You looked so good. Your new haircut suits you well. You also gained a little bit of weight. The smile you wore in that photo made my heart skip a little then it beated faster as the thought of I'll never be the reason anymore crossed my mind.

Staring at the ceiling
Thinking about you, smiling
Constantly laughing
At the image of you, my heart is racing

Trying to close my eyes
Maybe, I can forget you, even just for once
Holding on to what I can see
And **** it, you're the only one I can see

Gasping for breath
Mesmerized by your beauty
The sun shines upon you
And how can it be, the moon too?

How can I close my eyes?
I don't want to unsee this beauty
It may be enigmatical
But I love you and I can't sleep

You are the creamer to my tea and the sugar that sweetens the bitter parts of me.

I miss myself
I'm not who I was before
I'm changing
And not for the better
I feel suffocated
And tired
And anxious
And depressed
All these feelings that were repressed
How can i let this all out
When the only solution in my head
Is death?

my face,
full of acne and blemishes
my *******,
not as perky as you want it to be
my skin,
full of scars and not milky white
my hands,
very rough and blemished
my stomach,
looks like i'm pregnant
my legs,
have no thigh gaps, no toned legs
my feet,
callouses surrounds it

even if you tell me it doesn't matter,
it does for me
you always push me
to be the person
i'll never be

i don't need views
likes won't help me neither
sharing what I feel does
recognition is not needed
I just want someone to empathize
this is my way of reaching out
i apologize if you read my "stuff"
letting everything out makes me feel better
and this is where I feel home, in poetry

one bullet to the head
two pills to ingest
three knife stabs to the heart
four steps to the railroad crossing
five cuts in the wrists
six






feet off the ground

You were once my sunshine
Shines through my face
Hiding all those disgrace
With your innocent looking face

Honestly, I have a lot of things to do
But I chose to write this poem for you
Because, I always have my "because"
Because neither you nor me
Are fit for each other
That's why even if I love you
I always have because,
Because neither you nor me
Should be together

You wronged me, but I didn't care

You slammed the door, but I still stayed

You shouted at me, but I still listened

You destroyed me, (because I let you) and now I got nothin' left

I hid.
I ran.
I hid.
I ran.
And hid.
And ran
And hid
And ran.

It was a cycle
That doesn't want to be halted
Only courage will stop it
Where could I find one?
I am a coward, I am afraid.
I don't want to be shamed!
I don't want to be embarassed!

But I grew tired of hiding
And running
And hiding
And running

The cycle stopped
I finally found the courage.

Inside the closet where I hid,
I felt fake
I felt suffocated.
I felt alone.
So I mustered my courage, and stepped outside.

Outside the closet is where I belong.
Those people surrounding it became my home.

You are an ocean.
The deeper you get
The darker you see

Maybe that's why I felt lost.

Because the more I got to know you,
The more I saw your true colors
And it was pure black.

till this day
i cannot write poems about you
i still feel a pang in my heart
everytime I try to write a poem dedicated to you

Our past where once part of a sweet memory we forged.

How beautiful those photographs are
It brings back the memories of the past
Whether its good or bad
Photographs will always be there to last

Looking back,
Photograps made me feel,
That people are unchanging,
Even when the person is gone,
The memory and the feelings remains unforgotten

How do we know, if we don't love a person anymore?
How do we know, that you're not attached to that person anymore?
How do we know, that the person might care?
How do we know, why we keep asking these questions?

We know the asnwers, but we choose to ignore.
Still stuck in the rugged past.
Hoping for a euphemised answer.
Holding on to the feelings in the past.
The memories, remain.
The people, changed.

What should we do
With the thoughts
We know
We can never
Share with anyone?

And so I cried for you,
When you never cried for me
And I fought for you,
When you never fought for me
And now, I am leaving you
Because you never stayed with me

I've been in this room for ages
Shouting, screaming, bearing this pain
Confined in this illuminated space
Surrounded by white walls
It worsened my pain
Prevents me from breathing
I am choking from the stench smell that whirls in the air
In and out, going back and forth
Your touch, your porcelain skin
The moist feeling of your caress
Staying gives me relief
Comfort to my pain and ache

Needles inside, please stop I had enough
I am so tired
Let me fall into a deep sleep
Let me be numb
I cannot bear this sensation
The squeezing of my insides
It crushes my heart

I tried to cure it, I did
Nothing worked, nothing did
Is it my fault for feeling this way?
All I wanted was for my emptiness to be filled
I admit, I have no sense of control
Stuffing my mouth and eventually suffered
Pangs and ache consumed my being

The lining is already teared
Abrased, lacerated, this is absurd
Continuous flow
Wiping repeatedly
The bin overflows with the rolls
Flushing, hoping this is my last
Please end this misery,
Diarrhea, I don't like your company.

It's been 3 years ever since we met
It didn't come to me, that i'll love you till my last breath
'Twas a major revelation for me,

Not for you.

I have to love you secretly,  
Those 3 years i've been with you
My eyes still has the same look for you
Hidden in the dungeons of my heart
My affection for you,
I have to keep it forever,
I don't want to ruin what we have.

Facebook gave us a new look
Addicted to reading people's lives
Forgetting that we have ours to problematize

Messenger connected us to strangers
Being indulged in chatting with them
Disremembering those people,
People that are not virtual,
People that you have to catch up to

Twitter lets it all out,
Our problems, our thoughts, our whines, our woes
But while using twitter, you overlooked those around you
Those who're willing to listen to you
Those who can actually help you

Instagram lets us share photos with our loved ones
Photos where everyone looked delighted and felicitous
Photos that are pretentious
Only on photos do they seem happy
But in real life, they're constantly neglecting,
Neglecting and taking each other for granted

Why do we let social media measure our worth?
Is it really worthy?
Is it really that worthy to be connected to those who are far from you,
While sacrificing those people you love who are near you?