This is not love
this is just hunger
there's no "butterflies"
causing rampage
in my stomach
when you're near

This is not love
I just see you
everyday
making your
image stay
in my every
brain cell

This is not love
When even the
simplest action
or the smallest
things somehow
reminds me of you

This is not love
as my hand
holds a pen
and write poems
about you
in every pages
of my notebook

This is not love
as my heart beats
faster than the rhythm
of your breath
when you call
my name

This is not love
as I avert my eyes
on you
when you looked
at me
I'm just afraid
You'll see my
flaws

This is not love
I just like the way
You put a smile emoji
In every text messages
You sent to me

This is not love
I just like the feeling
when your hand
will intertwine
with mine

Tell me
This is not love, is it?

Hydrologic cycle:
It is in the raining clouds of the sky
Falling downwards like a man falling to his knees
Yet, besides the pain of hardships weighting his soul
Through the sunshine of hope and grace from heaven
He will rise to his freedom from the cracks in the ground and start over again.

We are expressionist in our own actions and in our own words
You can speak, act and feel all those joy and misery you have
for there are a thousand ways to express one's self
sometimes we can't find the right words to convey our feelings
Don't be sad if you can't write your emotions in rhymes, a true poet is beyond that
You can be free in your own feelings, then
If you can't write it, why not dance it with the rhythm of your music
If you can't dance it, why not paint it with every stroke of your brush
If you can paint it, why not sing it with every syllable your tongue twisted
If you can't sing it, why not cry it with every tear your heart bleed
If you can't cry it, why not hug someone with all your might
and be with that person until you feel better
Everyone deserves to be free, to be happy and to be sad
And it up to you to be that expressionist of your own emotions

Astronomy:
It is in the passing Comet above, mistaken as falling star by dreamers
As they wish upon the star to make one's desired dream come true.

Astronomy:
It is in the night sky where Stars of different colors shines
Marveling each spectator in wonder as it twinkles its way to their eyes

Magnetism:
It is in the compass you hold
A pointed needle pointing to the direction your heart seek
Whether it is to the North, East, West or to the South part of the world
It will help you find your desired destination
when the Sun refuses to shine under the grayest sky
when the clouds hid the North star tonight
when you lost your way, scared in the midst of the forest
or when you gone astry floating in the Caribbean sea
Somehow with this simple mechanism
guides you to the place you belong, somewhere you'll call your home.

Physics:
It is in your children's behavior Example!
The way your child tantrum
Toys like Cars, Teddy bear, Barbie, Lego
blocks, *****, anything a child can hold
can by be thrown away in a perfect projectile
landing it to your favorite vase causing it to fall
with the strong impact the vase broke into a thousand pieces
And as much as you want to punish your child
but you love them so much you let it slide this time!

Biology:
It is in your garden, the way you fertilized your soil
through the help of those little squishy Earth worms
and other organic fertilizers
like leftover decomposing food
Either it was for planting ornamental plants
to decorate your dull backyard or
it was for planting your favorite vegetables
to make your family healthy and save money!

To change this problematic world
Sacrifices must be paid
Not by corruption, bloodshed and conflict
But giving up personal selfish desires
And let us join together as one
To build a better nation to call our home

Chemistry:
It is in your kitchen, the way you cook your food
Either it was boiling water for the soup
grilling your favorite steak for tonight's dinner
frying french fries for the kids, for this afternoon's snack or
simply freezing leftover foods for tomorrow's breakfast
and on rare occasions, burning your food to coal
turning your fire alarms on!

Put on the filter to make myself better.

The women from the past century
Is a collection of mystery
A woman of her own royalty
She's a brimful of nobility
A representation of modesty
In her character and quality

She can hum sweet melody
Forever remaining in our memory
She has great craftsmanship in pastry
Feeding the hungry with her generosity
She can write thousands of poetry
Expressing deepest desires and misery
She's brimming of badassery
Winning battles for our democracy

She's a factor of our history
With her fierce victory
Unwavering bravery
Against human slavery
From the hands of tyranny
Ancient atrocity
And lowlife peasantry

She's the future of humanity
Through her maternity
Perfect epitome
Of womanhood biology
Brings life in this society

I realized how painful
it is to let go of the people
I know for a long time
And I'm not ready
to say goodbye
Because
I have no choice
but to accept the fact
that they can live
without me in their life.

My mind's drifting further
back to the memories we had
when I was yours
and you are mine
the time we said " I love you"
under the midnight sky
the time we were under those
shady tree and secretly kissed

Our story
it was like the stories told by those
television romance
we watched before
it was so magical it made me blind
blinded by our blossoming love

Back then I was a blind maiden
smoothened with your touch
is all it takes for me
to melt in your arms
yet, I was a fool to believe
that forever was for us

Our story
it was a foul play of fate
we were not destined together
and it broke our hearts to pieces.

Rain frozen in time
Is a nature's beauty
A phenomenon
Called freezing rain
It glazes the lonely road
Decorated the dead trees
And sparkles in the slightest light
Equivalently
Its beauty is a mask
Masking the hazard it hids
Freezing anything in its path
Even birds can't escape its wrath
Through the slightest touch
Leads you to a graceful death

Being with you feels like
Riding a rollercoaster
Butterflies in my stomach
With fear in my head
A fear I might fall
And you won't catch me
Like I hope you will.

The color violet travels the slowest in
the sky
and has the shortest wavelength
of light
But we can't see it clearly as the color red of a twilight
This entirely explains what my love is like for him
It is my color of love visualized as violet in a sunrise
Not clearly seen; it is blocked and scattered with other colors.

Love can be a beautiful thing
Promising and worth fighting

Or

Love can be a beautiful lie
A mistake worth a goodbye

A-N-X-I-E-T-Y, that's how you spell your name
When we meet you sweet talk me to your game
Anywhere I go, you go, when I run, you chase
Never letting me sleep in a peaceful place
As you held my body to the ground
And with your silent whispers I am bound;

A-N-X-I-E-T-Y, is how you spell your name
And all you can do is to mislead and tame
Me to listen and follow your whispering commands

Never letting me climb the ladder to my dreams
As you constantly cloud my head with your internal screams
Reminding me how worthless and incompetent
"myself" to the "world" I live in
Then never letting me move forward to where I wanted to be.

Winking, winking- I like you
But you won't know because you're not looking at me
You're looking at her smile in the middle of the room
When all the while I'm just here always winking
By your side, smiling, winking wanting to catch your eye
Like an idiot, slowly losing her control
Because she doesn't have
neither confidence nor courage to say hello.

When we first met I never have I thought of you throwing you life out of the line
Until we became friends, never in my thoughts have I thought you'd do such thing to yourself

Those time spend together full of smiles and laughs
I realized that, it was all nothing but a mask for you to hid

How did you do that, pretending to be fine when you knew everything was nothing but sadness
Why didn't you tell me when you were drowning on your own thoughts everyday
Why didn't I noticed everything happening to you when you were alive

I ask myself the same question everyday
When I walk, before I sleep, most especially when I looked in the mirror
As I ask myself, blaming myself for not being there when you were hurting

I am your friend- I was your friend

Oh how I wish for you to see the sun rise once again
But there's nothing I can do, I am no god, I can never bring you back to life
I'm just a friend who never saw the scars on your soul

I regreted believing you when you said "Some dust got my eyes" one Tuesday night when you cried on the corner

I was a fool believing you when you said " I'm just feeling cold" wearing a thick sweater one summer morning

I was blind believing you were truly happy when your smile never reached your eyes when we laughed our jokes out

I thought I knew "too much" of you, but in reality I was oblivious of the "true" you, of the "whole" you. How stupid of me, right?

You're like a universe: so silent, so beautiful, yet still unknown to most, until your last breath.

Slowly

you

became

a

complicated

riddle

forever

remaining

a

mystery.

Knock- knock
         I'm knocking on your heart

Knock- knock
         Can you feel my hand reach unto your heart?

Knock- knock
          I've been knocking on your heart for so long

Knock- knock
         It seems I'm not welcome in your heart.

My
    home
       is a
          paradise

Where I
    get the
         power
            to rise!

I thought I've move on

But when you smile again

All those feelings, flows back

Hearing the tone of your laugh

Feeling the gentle of your touch

Like in the past my heart beats fast

Faster than the raging horses on a race

And suddenly I'm back to the day

When I first knew what love was

The first love you gave to me

A love never reached you

Until the end this love

Will always remain

Hidden away

From you.

I'm
  not
    mad

I'm
   just
     sad.

I'm not "smart" like them.

I'm not "bright" as them.

I'm not "confident" like them.

I'm not "beautiful" as them.

I'm not "someone" like them.

Can you just accept that?

I don't like crying myself anymore

-Said myself in the mirror.

Like a closed book he speaks nothing

But being judge with empty reasons

And still walks upright in the streets

Without realizing emotional pain drawns him

As clouds of words clouded his mind

Rain started to fall down his eyes

Self doubting has begun, untill his silence

Become unbearable noises of screeching cries

Those words that slowly swallowing his confidence;

He couldn't lied for he know it's affecting him;

For everytime the nights come, those words, burns him,

It's killing him deep until the day has come

The last petal falls also did his beating heart.