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

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.

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.

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.

Feelings are iffy
Whether if I tell her or maybe not
But I cannot help it
Even though I may end up suffering.

Playing in the game where I am only alone
There's no one I can lean with but just me alone.
I am a disgusting one yet I keep nurturing myself
And there's even no possibility that I could have her.

I can't have my turn but I won't give up so easily
Albeit I think I am almost done
With this absurdity love of my towards on her
And probably it's a paradoxical thing that I shouldn't even bother.

Watching the sunset,
Made me feel how nice it would be,
If I could able to pet it,
The beautiful dusk yet shiny.

Watching the horizon,
Made me feel that I could touch it,
But it would be only in my imagination,
The beautiful field of the lit.

Watching the moon,
Made me feel that it's following me,
Because everywhere I go, it's always above on me,
The beautiful eclipse of the moon; looks like a cocoon.

After watching all the scenery of the beautiful nature,
Thinking that there is something missing that I needed to capture,
But in enable for me again to venture,
I came out in my house and watch of the sun's full aperture.

Watching the sun,
Made me feel that like I'm having a fun,
Though whilst watching the sun, also made me think;
That if only how lovely and dazzling our could be without a blink.

accepting each mistake
is one of the nicest things
you would ever hear in the world
and one of the wishes you've ever wished for.

but it is just a mere hallucination
that would never become real
but just an imagination.

I'm not a poet,
but I'm just sharing of my thoughts.

I'm not a poet,
but I'm just having a feeling that I can be.

I'm not a poet,
but I know that I can able to give some ideas,

I'm not a poet,
but I am still trying to be.

I'm not a poet,
but I can be someone who I am not yesterday.

I'm not a poet,
but I can paint my love on you.

I'm not a poet,
but I can do express my feelings on you.

And I'm not a poet,
but I can write anything I wanted to do.

Don't look down yourself,
so no one will judge you.

Don't compare yourself to others,
because you were amazing more than them.

Don't be sad,
just be optimistic.

Don't always say you're wrong,
'cause we've never been a perfect one,

Imperfections were made in this world yet we continue to struggle and pursue living for our loved ones.

It is really hard
to breath
when
seeing you
with
someone.

I fled
and
lied in my
bed.

I cried
because of
how many times
I've already tried,
I am still tied;
tied in my own absurdity.

I am jester,
a jester who always
smile
even though
deep inside
I am suffering
indiscreetly.

Araw-araw nagtatanong sa sarili;
Sino ba ako para magmahal sa'yo?
May karapatan ba akong umagaw sa atens'yon mo?
Bakit ba ako ay nababaliw na sa'yo sobra?
Dahil ba sa'yong tunay na ganda?
Ganda na nakakaakit sa mata at hindi makapakali.

Subalit, bakit ba naman o kay lupit ng tadhana?
Na ipinagtagpo pa tayo,
Kung sa hulihan lang naman ay magsisisi at magdudurusa ng walang nakaka-alam.

I tried not to, but in the end, I get up.                            

       I tried not to, but in the end, I fought.            

      I tried not to, but in the end, I trusted.

                     I tried not to, but I gave up.          
        
                                                I tried not to, but I'm pessimistic.

                                                          I tried not to, but I liked.

                                                                               I tried not to, but I fell.

Buhay, buhay ko ay simple lamang,
Ngunit noong ika'y dumating,
Pati halos lahat sa buhay ko'y nagbago na,
Patis oras binubuhos at binibigay para sa'yo,
Kahit pawis at pagod at duguan ang kahitnatnan ay ipinagpatuloy parin para lamang 'sayo.

Iba talaga pag mahal mo ang isang tao,
Halos lahat ng mga importanteng bagay ay balewala lang sa'yo;
para lang mapasaya mo ang isang tao.

Buhay ko ay naging masayahin, ngunit ito'y biglaan nang nabigo.

Nabigo ito dahil ikaw ay lumisan man lang ng biglaan at hindi nagpaalam,
Hindi ka nagpaalam dahil wala namang tayo,
At higit sa lahat,
I'm just a stranger on you.

You're just like a tree.
You have leaves and flowers which can also be your friends.
You have roots to protect you from falling.
And also, you are pretty.

But it's kind of sad;
That when the time comes you are going to be bald,
And that when the time comes you are going to die.
You'll be nothing but an ugly one.
And people will just forget and cut you.

Isa, dalawa, tatlo
Nakabilang na ako ng tatlo
Ngunit nakatago pa rin ang feelings ko sa'yo

Apat, lima, anim
Kahit anim na ang nabilang ko
Kailangan ko paring itago ito
Upang ako ay hindi pagtatawanan mo

Pito, walo, siyam
Pang siyam na ito
Ngunit ako ay nagduduwag paring umamin sa'yo

Sampu
Ito ay pang hulihan ko nang bilang
Dahil nag-aaksaya lang naman ako ng oras
Nag-aaksaya ng oras sa bagay na ito
Sa bagay na hindi mo naman kayang pagbigyan
Kasi dahil sa hulihan, kaibigan lang naman tayo;
ay wala palang tayo.

Just a sole of looking at you,
I am in ecstasy already.

But,
you are already in ecstasy.
Not for me--
but for someone else.

Corresponding sounds in life does not even need,
You don't have to make them alike,
You don't have to compare,
And you don't have to make it rhyme as well.

Life is way too short,
So, broaden it and take it slow.

Someday we can't touch again those things we've touched,
Someday we may feel of regretting of all things we have done and did not,
Someday we can't show our loved ones especially when they're already gone,
And someday we can't see their smiles and hug them anymore.

There are too many tangible things in our world,
But feelings and emotions are not,
So we should do all the things that are meant to happen,
Because life is way too short.

Refrain from seeing first
And wheeze deeply
Do not descend into stupefaction
Because thee were not born to depart thy life.

Sign of being in love,
is a just like a sign;
of being lost in the paradise;
where there is no one's around
who is ready to help you.

I tried to look
for a lost soul of someone,
but it's probably late
because the body has been buried already
and the soul is nowhere to be found.

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.

Just because I loved stars too much,
I even made you my star.
You are too bright,
shining in every night.
You are kind of precious.
You're just like a piece of jewelry.
Yes, you're a beautiful one as a star.
Though you don't belong in my sky,
but someone else's sky.

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.

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.

Millennial is what called in this generation,
Everywhere here and there,
There are always youths who really never care,
And never been worried about their future.

In Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and Messenger,
Are consists of follower, liker, reader and including seener,
Loitering and using fake accounts just to gain a wholesome money,
Even though that it is notorious, they still embark their blunt journey.

Most millennials are undisputedly addicted to social media,
Their lives depends on likes they are going to gain,
They don't care if their faces might be inside of multi-media,
And they don't even care if it will give them a pain.

Some truly go beyond their limits just to have a lot of likes,
Perhaps they are fame *****, but they don't care if someone strikes,
Strikes every part of their body including their faces and such,
Yet they don't care if it will hurt them too much.

However, seeking attention in the cyber world isn't a good thing,
Instead they should focus on things that are essentially free like a king,
Because in this generation, too many people are unaware and careless,
And some they didn't even notice that our environment is already full of fraud either hypocrite and genuine people are less.

'Til we meet again,
My beloved friend,

'Til our next path may meet again,
My beloved friend,

And 'til our next adventure again,
My beloved friend.
'

twinkle, twinkle my little star
you are beautiful no matter what you are
shining and sparkling every night
and you always give me light

twinkle, twinkle my little star
hoping that you'll not go so far
even if I cannot reach you, my little star
I'll still stare and love you, my little star.

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.

I am a "no one";

no one loves me
and
no one knows about me.

There are too many changes,
But when you think it's way too vague,
Before and now are not the same,
In my opinion and on the other people.

Before, if the hands were grasped, church is the destination,
Now, myriad of expenses to make the woman yours,
Before, if there is an assignment, the eyes were only in the library,
Now, used are technologies, you can rest and chill, you already got an answer,

Before, when it's about courting, it's through serenade,
Now, when a man is courting, a woman is already pregnant,
Before, plenty of women looked like Maria Clara,
Now, plenty of women already liberated.

The changes that are unavoidable,
Because these are already had happened,
This poem describes,
About before and now's uniqueness.

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.

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

why?
Of all the woman in this world--
why does it have to be you?
who only chooses a good-looking one
and not someone who has dignity and ambition.

why does it have to be you?
who always left me and hurt me..
I am tired of being a toy...
I am tired of loving...
But here I am, still doing it...
I even made a poem to express my love on you;
and to show how I really love you...
But what can I do?
Even though how many poems that either I have made or going to write..
there's still no point of it--because you don't like me...

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

I wrote this
because I am inspired,
not that because
I am tired;
of being lied.

It's not easy to confess,
because when it occurs,
things will just get a mess,
and someone will just have to flee.

No matter what we people do,
there are still possibilities of
we are going to end up
being alone.

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

behind every happiness in life,
there is also a sense of sadness.

I love you, but I will set you free.
Though it seems it is one of the hardest parts in me,
Accepting is the only way to get rid of thee,
Even though I can not accept if you ain't with me.

No one will wipe your tears when you cry,
No one will care and guide you when you are sick,
No one will canoodle you when your lips are dry,
And most crucially, no one will solace you when you are heartsick.

Yes, you are already free,
But I just can't easily forget and flee,
When all of the time I sinned on you; you would forgive me,
Still, this is the path which is both good just for you and me.

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

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.

She looks so beautiful.
She has tantalizing eyes.
She is too awe-inspiring.
She is too brave.
And she is too cute when she smiles.

But I am a bit sad now.
That she is now with someone.
That she is now ignoring me.
And what's worst is--that she is now slowly forgetting me.

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

I laughed at my own mistakes
as if it is someone's fault--
but actually mine...