ZJ Tolentino

ZJ Tolentino Jun 2018

A moment to inhale the truth,
       In the cusp of being damaged,
       And being broken; although lost,
       In the darkest daydreams unto pleasure.

When the brighter hues was tethered,
       On the dark colors of crooked smiles,
       And all that was left is a loud belch,
      Of titters and quiet sobs.

#reality #sadness #truth #cruelsociety

ZJ Tolentino Mar 2018

Elucidated

Eyes swaying vigorously with the wind,
Vague view of the shallow ocean,
Pledging to the bright moon on fields,
I'll atone for my sins, benevolently.

Blatant truth of doubtful bouts,
Blasphemous cries for a casket of sorrow,
Withholding castles in Spain,
Unravel vibrant Iris of my love, I plead.

The sentimental ambiance of hell of you,
I repute as an utmost rule of felicity,
Sentinel waves of time on shores,
With your words, I had myself deplored.

Inside my head, fears barricades strings,
A parade of barbaric laughs on deaf ears,
You bored a whole in my heart so deep,
Enlarging the hurt I swallowed with one sip.

ZJ Tolentino Feb 2018

Flawed Heaven

Dripping clothes resting against sins
Lastly taken when feeling the heavens
Sometimes taken with a lazy pace
Absorbing the beauty her sins held.

Galaxies inbetween excitement and mirth
Anomalous explicit moving against buds
Of the flower desired by dangerous eyes
Carefully exploring every sweet side of lies.

Dark lips moving with unusual fervor
Elusive sounds to the ears of heated hell
White flaws coming out of the dark road
Belts dropped and the beast roar it's might.

Slapping skins of sinful adventurers
Grunting the pleasure of punishments
Of the Eden they betrayed in the soft bed
They belong to the creation of flawed heaven.

S t i. t c h

#sin #eve #adan #love #flawed #*******

ZJ Tolentino Feb 2018

Sick yet alive

Sick yet alive
I am.

Thin as a stick, devoid of life
Tubes sticking on me.

I fought and relied
On a machine to live

5 years and counting, I'm 10
I have lived in the white rooms

Halls and ceiling are painted white-- it's so empty, I wanted to see more colors than this.

I haven't stepped foot outside the world that much-- But How can I feel it's cruelty when I've always been inside?

My friends, the other patients, have gone well--
Telling me I'll be too, I'll breathe the fresh air too. Like they did.

My best friends, the doctors and the nurses
Treats me well; But Why do I feel so unloved?

I wanted to play outside with them too
Hold the ball and throw it,
run and run till I can't anymore.

All I do was sleep and I can't even see the grassy fields-- nor the flowers
I don't even know the smell of them

My buds doesn't know the taste of freedom
Candies, junk foods and other simple things-
The other kids eat, All I knew was medicines.

But I held onto this
I knew someday I'll be able to walk around
Play and laugh like when I was one

I'm weak I know, But the world teaches the weak more than the strong one
So I'll hold on and not perish

One day, Some day I'll be able to step foot outside
Feel the breeze of the cool wind
Swim and let the ocean engulf me.

I'll be able to feel freedom
And taste how beautiful life can be.

Like they did.

One day.
But for now, I'll hold on.
Clench my teeth and endure.

S t i. t c h

#hope #freedom

ZJ Tolentino Jan 2018

Merit

She was fed by the cold winter
Embraced by the solemnity of Christmas
Held high praises for few coins;
Love is an art and she's an empty canvass.

Virile man in between her surge warmth
First love, first apprehension
She was a sophomore at hurt
Tears wont last at eyes, although she cried.

Lips with wounds, sinewy expectations
Stars may vary and bring misfortune
She carried them all, pulled the shroud
And dreamt of sailing to the moon

Euphoria filled her empty stomach
She accepts men with sheer delight
For they bring fortunes in her pocket, her body-
She sell, they savour with relish at night.

Father, mother, brother, and sister
She no longer quenches hurt with love
She wrote; loitering on her desk
She gained prowess from prosperous letters

She writes at a blank world, but pretentious
Papers-- she tends to write for the world
Wishes to impress it by her perplexed concepts
Of love and hurt, For it to give her more.

She deserved more.

S t i. t c h

#family #lovehurt #brokengirl

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