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Modien Dec 2019
writing a poem of love
is accepting
new words
for the piece
you've written down
at the back of a
tissue paper
in the cafe
where you first
met.
Modien Jan 2019
The person you look at in the mirror
Is the person who seeks pleasure
A pleasure derived only from the applause that your smile brings
Or the awes that your voice rings
The person you look at in the mirror
Is the person who sees horror
Horror in the truth of the self
And horror that you've put in the darkest crevice of your bookshelf
The person you look at in the mirror
Is the person you've so successfully hidden in the back drawer
With a key you've swallowed
And a sign that says "not allowed"
The person you look at in the mirror
Is the person you find so hard to conquer
You've read all the books
You've watched all the movies
You've drawn every sword from every rock
You've opened all the doors with the impossible locks
You've bitten all the apples offered by a lady who sings of love
You've given up everything you have for what's above
You've scoured the earth for eternal youth
You've flown with the lost boys to know the happiness of a child
But, you have yet to truly see the beast in the magic mirror before the final rose petal falls
Modien May 2019
My foreign sight for the
painful
has undone the
beautiful
Exoticizing
beauty
and
pain
Never have I felt the
softness of
cut glass
slide through my
cheek
Modien Apr 2019
I solemnly state
sincerity in ashes
burnt
of
rosewood
Actions less than
that of herself
Wish for
glitter
and
starlight
wounds
and
bruises
Modien Jan 2020
I thought

that

             in some

fantasised version of

our

     Love,

                 you'd come in my life

in a

perfect            cliché

of

         roses and chocolates
Modien Jul 2019
hawakan ang
namumutlang
bulaklak
at ibahagi
ang
lungkot
na dinaranas nito

yakapin
ang mga
dahong
nakakalimot na
at
halikan ang sarili
gamit ang
mga labing
puno
ng
ala-ala't pagdududa

Translation:

hold onto this
pale flower
and share
stories of its sadness

embrace
the leaves
that have forgotten
and kiss thyself
with
lips
full of
memories and doubts
Modien Jun 2019
Untangle the hay
that got into your hair
Remove the splinters
that dug under your skin
Slowly pull out the
gun given to you
Aim it in the air
Count to 10
And maybe a bird
won't pass by
Modien Dec 2019
It seems that the words
I've used to create a painting
has been bound by a time
that I no longer wish to reconcile
The painting, beautifully saturated
is nothing but a mere mirage
that I met in the beauty of your
summer heat
Modien Aug 2021
The pair of scissors
acted upon God's will
and slid across the tapestry
nearing it's end
it spoke 7 last words
beyond reparation
Modien Apr 2019
Will the clouds cry dry tears for me when they see my soul wandering hopefully in the painful sunlight that has burned my skin
Will the sun open its eyes to my presence in its heat fulfilling the life it so wanted for me, the life that the moon has reflected in my eyes
The life that the stars bore of beauty, the life that is ashes to my wants and needs
Will the water of this earth drown in liquid beauty if it loses a thornbush
The water of our rivers that flow to wash away the life it gave
Modien Feb 2018
When I die

bury me with those whom i do not know

let strangers be my family

spread my ashes somewhere unfamiliar to me

for what i know

what i've been

and where i've been has led me to my death

let me be in a place

where death does not know of me
Modien Feb 2018
Let this pestilent air not tear its way through your skin
Let the acid bear its heavy poison on its own
Have yourself heart in hand and mind in body
Undull your senses and keep what is due
Pry your way through this fog of great uncertainty and carry out the faith in which you solely grieve in
Let not your soul be baptized by the air that carries doubt and sin
Let it not seep through your veins like the plague
Let your silk dress drag and trace the curves of the earth that has known of pain
Loathsome this life may be, walk with great grace
Let not the heat and burning pains of the sun caress your beauty
Let not this world slap you so… let the sting not linger in your fragility
Be weak to not get up, but not weak enough to die
Modien May 2019
Let the rain wash over my sadness and baptize me with a pain so foreign that I'd mistake it as an angel's kiss
Modien May 2018
I understand that the stars don't shine for me
That the sun doesn't rise or fall for my glee
That the moon doesn't give light at night to pave my way
Or that this life goes on to make me stay

I know how this works
I know that I won't get all the perks
But, how I wish that this life would not lead me astray
For I fear that I will completely lose my way
Modien Apr 2019
Tell me
silent sinister
what have you to offer
thy name
thy God
thy trespasser?
Modien Feb 2018
Lend me your ears
Hear me when I cry out to you.
Open up yourself and listen to my silent sadness
Let me breathe upon what was known of our solace
Let me cry tears of acid that slice through my face like uncut diamonds
Look at me and see the beauty of my sorrow, embrace it and let it be yours.
Look how your eyes yearn for mine
Look how close you wish our skins touched
Feel your heart beating ever so slowly and deeply, reaching out to mine until they are in sync
Listen to the bareness of this
The vulnerability of our beings
Cradle this moment, care for it as if it were as fragile as our intertwined souls are
Keep this moment and bury it deep, 6-feet under. Keep it there until bones are only left, until it rattles, keep it there until there is nothing but ash. A memory lingering, sadness escaping, you within the center of it all. Let it wash you, let it baptize your soul, let the ashes burn the screen for you to see what is true
Live in the moment to see what is truly
Let the fire burn, let the heat shower you like the wind, let it be everywhere. Around you, within you. Let it be you.
Modien Jun 2019
Oh but my dear silent sinister
The love you offer is greatly disguised
As an angel's harp ringing gold
My heart beats as does the sole of your shoe
Modien Feb 2018
An intense emotion

A cry of pain

But nonetheless

Just our way of saying

"I don't know this emotion, but  is there"

Sentimentality

Oh so romantic

Like suicide, maybe?

Like love, maybe?

Darling, sentimentality

Is nothing but an idea

Nothing but a coping mechanism

Such bitterness in this


But honey, why o why, have I got this for you?

Why o why do I love this confusion

This romance

This pain...

You breathe me in like the air

Air that is yours and at the same time not

I am yours, but also not
Modien Jul 2019
Maybe in the future
you'll tell them
about that
sad
girl
you
met
and wonder where
she is now
Maybe you'll tell them
about
a
kiss
you never knew
Or
a
hug
you never met
Maybe you'll tell them
about the beauty
that
was
never
there
Modien Mar 2018
i take a deep breath
as the cold kiss of metal
slice through my skin
the poet emerging
his kiss stinging lovingly
his hands burning me

i take a deeper breath
as i breathe in iron
and see liquid beauty dripping

i hold my breath
as acid is poured
and my insides are burnt

my sight blurrs
as the poet's eyes cry
the pen tears without end

i hold my breath longer than i should
longer than i could
and it embraces me
oh so benevolently
Modien Jan 2021
I keep on looking for you

                               in my past life

finding

             only remnants

of an

                                             unrequited existence
Modien Feb 2018
You stand so tall
in the center of it all
an image of worship
a symbol of piety
kneeling towards you
with sadness-bound eyes
unable to see past you
cradling redemption like punishment
yearning absolution like food
sustenance from your hollow words
a soul unworthy of you
an incandescent life
bound by your somber ideals
Modien Apr 2019
The numbing sound
of the
clock
ticking
preempts my yearn
for
solace
Its concept bites
down at me and
breathes
air
that
hardens
my lungs
Punctured by
barred teeth,
blood
and
soul
is spilled
for
poetry
Modien Aug 2021
I pray to a God whose existence
is beyond me
I kneel before the tortured
cross
I wipe tears of blood
and yearn for
the crucifixion
Modien Aug 2021
I cut through each
piece of fabric
with my eyes
shut
hoping that I'll pierce
the fabric of my skin
Modien Aug 2021
The prophet who
walked upon us and
healed the sick
has forgotten about
the roof with the
bullet hole
Modien Jul 2019
Ipikit ang iyong mga mata
Alalahanin ang tulo ng tila ginto **** mga luha.
Pumikit
at pakiramdaman ang simoy ng iyong halagang umaagos sa gripo't nagbibigay buhay at ganda sa mga halamang lubos nang napabayaan.
Modien Jun 2019
The unseen beauty that you have held onto so greatly has been used as a scale for my misfortune
Modien Jun 2019
The whisper that brings
shivers
to my spine
has forgotten
the
mystery of
you
Modien Jun 2019
Tell me
silent sinister
what have you
to offer?

A deed built upon
the bricks
of unfortunate
pasts

A smile
that withers
like the rose that
foresaw my death

Tell me
silent sinister
is this what
you offer?
Modien May 2018
Just when I started to feel okay
Your words came along and took that all away
Your words were knives to my chest
They've put my motivation and happiness to rest

— The End —