kung sa dulo'y gusto lang naman ang sumaya,
hindi nalang sana nag-aksaya pa
ng oras kung hindi naman kayang tanggapin ang sakit na na-idulot
at 'di mo rin karapat-dapat ang mahalin
dahil ikaw mismo ay ang taong mapili,
ngunit sa katunayan, hindi naman pinili.

I thought I could find it with you,
although there was peace,
unluckily never found freedom in the end.

memories on the floor—
scattered and crumpled
from the sheets I used to write
too puzzled yet remained mysterious
but searched everywhere for something I couldn't found
from where it all had begun—
of how I fell in love with your cruelty — your cruel kindness.

touched the light,
crossed the line,
fell in love,
but not at the exact time,
fell in love again,
broken and torn into pieces,
oh, to love,
beautiful and appeasing,
yet full of bittersweet moments and memories,
should have known better,
we were just kids who were once in love,
but fated just to be strangers [again].

hard to be-
a decent human being,
i guess life *****,
so i'll just become-
a vile human being.

in my dreams,
you were there,
and as I wake up,
you are still there,
but in someone else's presence.

I am so weak
I am so pathetic
I am so... hurt by giving too much affection and care,

why can't I just happy?
why I am like this?
do I really deserve this after all of what I gave?
must I just drown myself and perish from these intolerable thoughts?

I stood up
I loved
I cared
I gave everything
And most of all, I made even myself a fool

Do I look like a clown?
Do I look like a nobody?
Do I look like a plaything?
And most of all, what have I done so wrong?

Then, tell me if I deserve to be given of your love?
Then, tell me if I am worthy enough to be given of your care?
Then, tell me if I am not enough to be your someone not a nobody?
And most of all, do I really have to beg and plead for all of it just for you to stay?

wake up humans
stop discriminating
stop bullying
stop doing bad things
stop letting your fellows suffer—when they've already suffered too much.

wake up humans
we are running out of good people already
we are running out of good things already
and we are running out of good food already.

really, please wake up humans
some of the people at there are already dying
i abhor hearing those wails once I've heard before
would it also make your eyes and ears go sore?

I literally forgot why I even existed,
why I bothered loving this cruel world,
made reasons to live despite the struggles,
and fell in love with someone whom I can't ever have.

if you're tired,
take a rest, my dear.

i hope you don't quit,
because I will love you forever for who you are.

life is such a beautiful thing;
and to live is such a beautiful blessing
until you find yourself being useless then
questions striking how you'll die and when

in this world full of hypocrisy
makes you think that people are just being icky
either they are just trying to get along
or just making you feel things since they think you are strong

wondered if you have ever been loved
knowing that you've been happy before
but given a love that's been robbed
to a someone who is like an eyesore

questions came upon to yourself
have you ever tried to look in the mirror
since you were just someone who needs a help
thinking as if you were an emperor

facade, when will it halt in occurring?
you've been too nice in the beginning
yet you were just too cruel in the end
since you can't even help my heart to mend.

every reality I thought there is;
a point of becoming someone else
though not knowing
that it was just a bogus reality;
that I was just a slave of my own reality.

you are unique,
its greatness is picturesque,
and as it pleases yourself,
never let the beauty be disappointed by itself.

your existence is beautiful,
never let things meet its fall
because as you grow older,
beauty will never fade as your existence is appreciated by you, dear.

such glamour is a waste
if never glitters by its smile,
when filled with dimness and sadness.

Every poet is a wonderful poem lover,
Should you not halt to be an inspirer,
Let the world know who you are,
Even if a thing remains just a scar.

Every poem is created by a wonderful poet,
Should you not halt to interpret--
Of someone's love that is also yours,
Though it was for them, not yours.

Love is a painful word for those who cannot attain,
But let it just become a pain,
For someday as a poet -- poetry will be your love in life,
May it be in the afterlife.

Peace is a word
In this frenzied world
But it cannot be said and done--
When [still] holding a gun.

tranquility was there
not until when raindrops appear,
then tranquility bears.

Pain always help you to grow up,
even though it makes you suffer,
but it will give you a realization--
that you should be doing what you love.

For the word of Fiction--
I eventually found out--
And it made sense to me;
When I began to fall in love.

Thee might tell someone about my name later,
Together with thy bitter mouth with lies,
Thee may think I am nothing but a filthy being,
But I know my limit and place.

Thy existence angers my life
For it is the reason why I am in a bedlam.
And for a phenomenon of mine is in a thread;
A thread in which there are numerous strings.

Together with thy loathsome mouth and lies.
Weakening my life as a human being.
Upsetting me every daylight and night.
Just like suns and moons.

May they full of lights,
But can deceive others.
And even if you tell someone about me later,
But I know--that I'll still stand up and hoist myself.

Life is tough yet short.
But death is eternity.
Life will last; soon you also will.
Forgive those who trespass on you.
And forget those mistakes that you have had been made and done.
Judgment is by the law as well and fairly just,
But God will be, above all--gonna judge us.
Repent, for you who trespassed.
And live in a tranquil life.

Roses are glamorous yet can be addictive,

Feelings are always proactive,

But you are more than roses,

Your name has a rose,

But you were neither mine nor has ever become mine,

You were someone who always makes me fine,

But you've suddenly changed,

And becomes a rose which is actually now strange,

Your scent slowly died,

Now, I don't know what to do when I am always tied,

Strengths are leaving me,

You as a rose weakens me,

But even though you've died,

I still looked forward to my feelings which I've really relied.

In this world, it is better to tell the truth–
despite telling a lie–
than to receive a hundred of goodbye.

memories
are fading
slowly by slowly,
forcing ourselves
to remember something
may just exhaust
ourselves.

it could be
better
to forget
even though
it's something
important
'cause there's no
choice
of remembering
something
when they've already
forgotten
us.

I am trying to figure it out,
What is happening in my life,
But as the second, minute, hour, day, week, and a year went by,
I still didn't know and understand.

Now, I am somehow kind of lost in the darkness,
Trying to look for a light,
But there seems no light and my life is starting to ebb,
And I am in awful shape.

I am trying to look for someone's sympathy,
But they never would look at me,
They just walked and passed by,
Until I become nothing that even ashes and shadows were nothing left.

When someone started to lie,
It started to **** everyone,
It spreads too quickly,
And soon it becomes the generalized virus thingy,
As it has killed too many people,
People started to become cautious,
People started to realize,
That they are the one who's at fault,
But only realizes when they've all died,
Yet the virus thingy continues to **** even an animal.

Once but always in the morning,
Sipping something hot and warm,
Dark and bitter,
But always fills the stomach.

Reward yourselves for all the success;
and sacrifices you've done,
Life isn't needed to be solicited--
may it be an appreciation or acknowledgment from others.
Because--we can just give it using ourselves.

Completely tortured,
Unfortunately devastated,
Sadly wrecked,
But suddenly woke up from the affliction.

He is romantically in love,
But his devotions are passive,
There's nothing he can do,
But admire his beloved one's beauty.

If you've lost many times,
should know what is your limit.
But if you've won countless times,
then keep it up..

the toughest part of being swindled on--
is actually the vacillation-
which begins to enter your thoughts,
not the pain.

Love is nothing--
but just a thing which used for people
to disguise and conceal themselves from a dumb reason.

As the sadness went in your life,
There came your eyes are in a whimper,
Wondering how people couldn't even realize what your situation is already with,
But you didn't care because life is just like that.

Sadness became the reason why your life is so unlucky and miserable,
But they didn't notice it as well,
Whether in your eyes is happiness or sadness,
Because both of them reside with it.

Back then as a child,
I was still scared of scary stuff such as ghosts or dead spirits.

But right now,
I am kind of scared to humans already-
which I may end up dying because of them.

Everything is prerequisite
to greatness-
to become a better someone.

I was in the darkness
Felt nothing but dimness
I thought that I'd die in loneliness
But there she saved me along with her presence and caress.

She was part of my life.
A savior in my life,
and guidance in my life.
But when once she left me,
there's nothing I felt-
But emptiness and darkness.

She was like a black rose,
such beauty in sadness.

A mistake isn't should be remorse with,
After all, it's what yourself have decided to choose,
and it's the cause of trusting your fate too much or maybe not,
even though it's already noticeable in the first place,
still, you chose what's right for you,
and which is comfortable for you.

There had a day,
That I looked at the star,
Which I have fallen in love with,
Staring at it untimely and continuously,
Until I have realized,
That I am staring and fell in love,
With someone's star.

Love may just be a word,
But, I can always turn it into reality
Especially when you are the one--
that I am being in love.

She was rather a bad person,
For stealing my heart without my permission,
For letting me fall on her easily,
And for giving my attention to her.

But isn't it way too obnoxious?
That I am the only one who fell.
That I am the only one who made an effort.
And the only one--who played as a fool.

people say:
'crying is only for a weak person'

why would I  not agree?
of course yes.

but, is it only for a weak person?
and for a dispirited person?

because I believe that;
'crying is also a part of being strong--strong in emotion".

It's already an another year
Or should we say a 'New Year'
But why are you still dwelling in the past?
When it is supposed to renew your life again.

In life, you must know how to accept
Not just accept, but to relive and renew your life--
especially when it's already New Year.
That's why--get a new life.

Life does not need any kind of gifts.
May it be Christmas today--
but gifts are not imperative.
Because everday
life is a gift.

I don't know about my life anymore.
I am neither having rainbows nor butterflies in life.
Negativity surrounds me every time.
People always had their happiness,
but mine only sometimes does.
It is way too uncanny--
that maybe I am cared and confronted with the darkness in life.

we are all just the same
obsessed with one thing
seeking as always
hungered for it.

but,
it is a paradoxical thing
even though it can only be found in our surroundings
and, kind of absurd.

we are really obsessed with it...
but because of it--
some people died and suicided;
but some went crazy and depressed.

I am a "no one";

no one loves me
and
no one knows about me.