My sleep halted
when disruption decided
to try the patience
of this holy saint
for no, she isn't angry
wouldn't get mad
and I can hear them whispering
"She have changed a lot",

How fun could that be
that the better person was me
imagine if I was free
from shackles of greed
that no, I do not wish
to strangle you to death
or to cut off your fingers
while you plead to retreat

When the shells beneath the sea
decided to break loose
in a land with all the trees
they die, ferociously
because no food here can feed
the confusion in the beads
of their angry cry for help

Grandma brought me with her
in an open space by the back
with soft grass and watery mud
I have found a peaceful lot
I would sit there with her
as she weaved this colored stripes
brown, red, blue, and a little of green too

the lawn smelled nice and I breathe
the wind is cool and I sang
fell asleep and I woke up
but then she was gone
the banig she made was still there
it faded slowly too, like in a dream

The grass grew taller,
water got deeper
and I got a little older,
cried a little harder
all I saw was this kite
I used to love to fly
now I wish it carry messages
of the words I failed to speak

I made it now Ina, there was no stage though, maybe because you won't be watching me march, so it is fine. See? I made it through. I know you would be saying, "I am proud of you."

The person was deaf
from swooshing of the wind
and the melody from myths
never ceased to baffle them
all they see are elements
of mockery and fame
from people who cared
but left them in the end

The 14th track of a symphony
they learned to love to hate
started humming, ascending
into an orchestra of fate
they can only wonder
why it promised of bitter ends
when it is only music
meant to compensate

I wrote in the notebook
imagined as a slam book
the color I find brightest
and the tastiest of foods

I also made those questions
of who I wanted to become
and I felt glad to have the chances
to try it like the rest

When everyone was laughing
a their friend's silly quotes
I waited for my turn
that they would ask me too

You see, this is funny
That I never got to do
the simplest things like
writing my favourite song

It was fine tho, I told myself
I'll have someone too
A friend I could talk to
about the things I knew

I have dared call myself
The defeated superhero
In order to feel worthy
Of bottling my sorrows
Imagining me in capes
When I fought for tomorrow
And cry in it at nights
Expecting for a hero
To save me from my mind
And desire to futher borrow

This hatred as a gift
To sharpen as a bow
And drenched herself in blood
From self-inflicted scowl
Just to be disgusted
When the scars slowly glow
And it looked like little lines
Of a pitiful howl
That was falsely accused
To be artistically drawn