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6.2k · Jul 2018
That moment when...
Wick Jul 2018
having you stuck on my mind
is an understatement
in every crack and crevices I find
you there, always present

you permeate in every thought
like literally in all that I think
threatening to fill my mind
so I incarnate you through ink

writing poems during library
when I should be philosophizing Saussure
but don't worry I can cope
I can handle this, be sure

I've drawn you in pencil
heck, even in paint
but alas, my skills are not enough
to depict the beauty you contain

but don't think you're a distraction
you're more of a motivation
like serene blue skies to a young bird's eyes
you are what inspires me to greater motions

oh girl,
I'm chest deep in thoughts of you
but tell me, my love
do you think of me too?
I am spellbound.
3.3k · May 2018
Wick May 2018
mahirap magmahal nga taong hindi sigurado
yung wala kang mahawakan kundi kanyang mga pangako
na hindi diretso,
puro lang talinghaga
mga hiling lamang sa mga tala.
3.1k · Oct 2017
Factum est
Wick Oct 2017
mea culpa
mea culpa
mea maxima culpa

hear the song of the innocent

hung upon the cross
for the crime he has not commit

forced to plead guilty
by the precepts of society

whilst the crooked
stood at the base
shedding crocodile tears
eyes holding silent leers

feigning innocence
instigating chaos
taking into their advantage
dividedness, our ignorance.

here, the song of the innocent
nears its end
with his last, a doleful verse

"It is done"
not necessarily catholic but true enough I draw much of the inspiration from it.
2.0k · Mar 23
I want to be me
Wick Mar 23
but i cannot be
for i am not free
i am shackled
by people's expectations, the responsibility
to make them happy
to make them feel not hurt
even in times when i feel like dirt.
Even when i'm down,
i cannot be me
because, only as dirt can i help them grow
to help them heal
to make them feel loved and appreciated
for their need for validation to be constantly satiated
only as dirt, can i help them bloom
to be the person they need to be.
Son. Lover. Brother. Friend.
i am always another
but i am never me.
994 · Apr 2018
10:47 pm
Wick Apr 2018
Death dangling from nimble fingers
Warmth ephemeral from cold delivered
Murky decisions waft as smoky regrets
Wishing it would burn with the cigarette.

Another night pass like a stranger on the street
Never looking back, apathetic as it fleets  
Troubled mind tryin' to answer questions born out of fear
Trying to wrap around a conundrum
Afraid of what the truth will bear.
Long time no write.
877 · Sep 2018
Wick Sep 2018
The way that my heart is collapsing
is making me breatheless
The feeling of not being able to do anything,
leaving me helpless.               

'Cause I have no right to be jealous
No right to demand
Painfully watching in the sidelines
While you be happy with another man
I know its my fault
I'm just afraid to lose you bad
Afraid to lose
What I never had.
so i was checking my drafts and saw this one. this was written during April.
689 · Oct 2017
"I love you too"
Wick Oct 2017
conquering his fears
he told her he loved her
but she didn't answer, she didn't need to

with her lips smiling atop his,
her hazelnut gaze
was loud and clear
670 · Nov 2017
Wick Nov 2017
1 a.m in the morning
walking the streets
basking under tangerine lights
not minding time as it fleets

the cold morning wind
punctures my skin
a smile plays on my lips
savoring the sensation it brings

I inhale the silence,
embrace the softness of the morning
a warm piquant feeling
seeping through me

I feel the cadence of my footsteps
the symmetry of the streetlights
I even felt the rhythm
in the flickering of the store signs

and oh! how the stars shine in the moment
millions above lustrously burning
in the sky
now my heart
as they permeate my being

1 a.m in the morning
while walking the streets
I have found peace
in the city that never sleeps.
I stand rooted to the ground
afraid to lose this this trice that I have found
trying to preserve in stillness
the nonpareil that is peace.

it was a feeling that i never believed that i could ever find here in the city or anywhere actually.
618 · Jan 2018
Haiku #6: Hurt
Wick Jan 2018
I admit my fault
jumping into her heart when
its already full
of sharp broken things.
466 · Sep 2017
Tick Tock
Wick Sep 2017
the bitterest most painful cry of all
is the cry of regret
especially when Time makes you recall
the things you haven't mete
Kisses. Hugs. some of the things we lament
for time is now all spent.
goes the clock.
436 · Nov 2017
Wick Nov 2017
Baby, you're a poetry
full of passion
and elegance

a piece that fills me with ecstasy
full of fiery sensuality
as hot
as the midsummer sun

your lips is an oasis
slake away my thirst

strip away your inhibition
strip it down into words

show me what is inside
show me your prose and lines

let me loose on your body
on your skin supple, divine

let me relish every words
discover every parts
with my tongue

Baby, if you are a poetry
let me sing your entirety
let me be your willing bard.
she ignites me.
374 · Nov 2018
Wick Nov 2018
Trust is an ephemeral thing
built upon facades oh so feeble
and ever-changing people

Trust is a fragile thing
put upon capricious beliefs
and ever-shifting feelings.
Trust. To trust is hard.
345 · Oct 2017
Wick Oct 2017
Don’t worry, I just love to reminisce
Time will come all of these will be erased
Like the season that always changes
My memories will be replaced
By better ones, I hope
By better ones, I pray

Like the paint that used to cover
The place we used to meet

Like the heart-rending sonata
now on its closing beat

Like the coffee on the table
Slowly diminishing its heat

These painful memories
One day will recede
Winnowed down by time
To small and smaller residues
These painful memories
Weathered down to humus
Where blossoms
The cosmos of change.
the cosmos is a very serene flower.
338 · Jul 2018
Wick Jul 2018
I have always preferred
my relationships
chill and breezy
Good Lord!
You ignite
millions of storms
in me.
Wick Jan 2018
Flat stones skipping rippling water
reminiscing old memories
now that I am older

I remember climbing narra trees
with friends full of jollity
reminiscing old memories

I remember me feeling carefree
swimming through turquoise river currents
with friends full of jollity

I remember every moment
like the laughter-filled walk home after
swimming through turquoise river currents

Oh! the life I used to live is
still as good as i remember
like the laughter-filled walk home after.

As I now stand on the same river
flat stones skipping rippling water
still as good as I remember
now that I am older.
We visited our hometown, and re-experienced the things we used to do and it was so memorable that I just needed to make a poem out of it.
325 · Oct 2017
Wick Oct 2017
Here in the open my body I lay
gazing upon somber tumult of gray
clouds in spectacular ashen display

I pity them giants, they are likened with sadness
little do people know that they cry out of gladness

they dance out of mirth
tranquil downpour to the earth

I pity them giants, people only notice the stroke of sunlight
in their abate

they rejoice to know that thereafter a rainbow will follow
the end of their woe

I pity them giants, they are remembered for their might
not for the serenity and vivacity they provide

I pity them giants
for they are destined to fall
to fragment into droplets
to lose life to give life for all.

in the open they start to fall.
a rainy evening to us all.
Wick Oct 2017
Walking down memory lane
I come upon miles of shattered pieces,
t’was your heart,
my wrong doings.
I continued walking
upon the detritus
of what was once was,
that are now fragments
sharp glimpse
of hurt
of betrayal
caustic; perforating.
but lo, I continued walking
walking down memory lane
knowing I deserve the pain.
for not being brave enough to tell you the things I should've.
311 · Nov 2017
Playing it safe
Wick Nov 2017
I have always been the one
to never take the risks
one to play it safe
to snuggle where it fits

when time gave me
an opportunity to grab
Alas! afraid to lose
what i do not even have
I did not take it

I have always been the one
to take the safer bends
now, I'm stuck
just being her friend.
well, I didn't  lose something but nor did I gain, ******!
305 · Jan 2018
Wick Jan 2018
the halls today are filled
of walking husks of people
heavy mutter clutter the air
all are looking feeble

textbook-laden brains
lips a-coffee stained
eyes manic to the brim
composure wearing thin

stress-filled laughters
litter conversations,
every word carry the burden
of hard sleepless nights

some are carefree
but most are buried inside the library
a last ditch effort to arm the cavalry
as the enemy nears the periphery

the bell rings loud
the masses resort to silence,
the death toll rang
all around the campus

as the door came crashing down
you can almost hear
the desperate souls' silent cries
as "FINALS" enter with a smile.
apology for the jumbled verses
for this was born as my brain traverses
between panic to dilemma
from philosophies to subpoenas
from economy to mitochondrias
from pen to paper
this poem I cater.

I just needed to let go of some steam. cause **** I'm so stressed right now.
298 · Oct 2017
Wick Oct 2017
Woe to the country
once full of pulcher and life
torn by ideals and strife

woe to the bullet
gunshots gnawing through flesh
seeking for the life supposed to take

woe to the soldier
nursing death
desolate of the horrors he has mete

woe to the army
marching steadfast
clung upon by ghosts of foes and comrades past

woe to the child
walking towards home
but sees only wreckage; broken dreams

woe to the families
braving the seas
yonder hope for safety

woe to the lives
upon what exactly?

woe to us
can we not hear their cries?
or is it indifference?

woe to mankind
woe to you, oh man!
what have you become?

**What have we become?
the devil leers.
298 · Jan 2018
Wick Jan 2018
I'm in a mess lately
but don't worry
its a good kind of mess
I hope. Probably.

I have been unraveling
pulling the strings
breaking myself apart

tearing down the foundations
I have built my old life

gone with the worn down facades
farewell to the faded walls
to the ghosts that haunt the halls
Oh I say to you

and upon its remains
I will build anew.
293 · Sep 2017
Wick Sep 2017
Behind your facade of a shining star
I see your fears, your rage and tears
and yet
I love you
just the way you are.
I want to kiss your pieces
your cracks
your scars
I want to own your pain
to love even in vain
because you are a shining star
you are my shining star.
please, never forget.
278 · Nov 2017
the small hours
Wick Nov 2017
i treasure
1 to 4 a.m
the quiet and calm hours of the morning

the only hours of the day
that wants nothing from me
the only time that I am free.
thereafter obligations start to weigh me down.
276 · Jul 2018
I Think of You
Wick Jul 2018
morning breaks from the window seams
with you as my waking thought
like dew that covers the morning grass
a gift the yester night has brought

a weary walk towards the bathroom
to take a shower with water freezing
but then again the thought of you
provides me warmth, a hot and sultry feeling

all through out the day you dance
in the boud'ry of my mind
and in all passing thoughts I chance
lo,there is always you, I find.

oh, as the day approaches its end
the moon pulls his regalia across the sky
and by the beauty of the stars, awed am I
but I see them shy, incomparable to you.
I am entranced by you.
266 · Jan 2018
Hung ups
Wick Jan 2018
I have always wondered
how your kisses
never touched my soul

now I realize
that your love
for me was never whole.
Finals and broken relationships. great just great
265 · Oct 2017
Hsun Tzu
Wick Oct 2017
conscious self-deception
to cater to one's emotion.
253 · Sep 2017
Wick Sep 2017
Baby you're not good for me
you bring nothing but trouble
every spark, every touch
loving you is a struggle
maybe because you're fire
and I'm molded out of wax

baby you're not good for me
'cause every time were together I'm melting
but every time were not
my life is darkened

because in the darkness
we are beautiful
in the darkness
we are phenomenal

if with out you I'd be immortal
I'd rather be ephemeral
like you
with you
250 · Oct 2017
She is
Wick Oct 2017
a woman, intricately drawn
by trembling hands
she was born
into existence
on a blank paper
a clean slate
a beauty to her creator
but in this world
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
beauty depends upon the axioms
of the paper society.
beautiful. I side with her creator.
228 · Sep 2017
You are not mine
Wick Sep 2017
your voice
your smile
your lips
your eyes
It's not mine
to hear
to miss
to stare
to love. Is hard
You are not mine.
227 · Sep 2018
Wick Sep 2018
forgive my propensity
to write incessantly
'bout this woman dear to me
for I just cannot resist
her essence that subsists,
that encompasses my entirety
my unconscious
it compels me
to write her, a poetry.
221 · Oct 2017
Before its gone
Wick Oct 2017
Tonight is a beauty
tomorrow is a possibility
and as the sun's rays
scissor its way through the night sky
I'll live in this moment of You and I.
...and now its gone...

I wrote this piece a long time ago and I figured maybe its time to let it go.
219 · Sep 2017
Wick Sep 2017
your smile
that is quirky
and fizzy
you make grandeur and elegance
as your mere simplicity
your smile
'cause you're perfect, baby.
212 · Jan 2018
Wick Jan 2018
the moment you walked out the door
was the setting of the sun in my horizon
the sound of the clock ticking onto hours
was the stars exploding from the distance
gone is my world.
gone is my universe.
gone is the girl.
gone into the silence.
they say you can never hear oblivion
but i can hear it ringing inside the room
gnawing to the cavities of her existence
once was one with mine
now nothingness presides
211 · Sep 2017
Wick Sep 2017
then time took you away
leaving nothing but broken things
our promises. our future.
continuation to 31.
210 · Nov 2017
Still friends
Wick Nov 2017
The greatest what-if
between you and me
stands dearer still
than what we have in reality
See, I never had the strength.
197 · Sep 2017
Wick Sep 2017
Frustration, frustration
seeping through my soul
a downpour of rain
a roof with a hole.

eyes filled with red
knuckles all blue
in my mind there is darkness
evil imbued.

the coagulation within
restrained with a grin
an attempt for control
the devil laughs.
a poem for all my futile attempts to control the reins. I made it because I felt sorry for my wall, poor ******* never stood a chance.
193 · Oct 2017
Young Love
Wick Oct 2017
I treasure every morning
with us lounging in the terrace
limbs intertwined under a blanket
your warmth is my warmth

i treasure the taste of coffee
shared with every kiss
i always preferred mine decaf because cheesy it may be
your smile is already enough to wake me

i treasure life
for if not for it
there would never be an I
to love such a wonderful you

i treasure you
every curve, every feature
even those that are rough around the edges
because even real diamonds are never perfect.
188 · Sep 2017
Wick Sep 2017
We thought.
We had.
We fought.
We lost. Each other.
187 · Jul 2018
believe me
Wick Jul 2018
you have no idea
how hard I try to make you feel
the things you do not see.
183 · Mar 2018
Wick Mar 2018
I have cried you a river
baptized you in that water

I made you my religion
yet you're distant; oblivious

your silence is deafening
yet here I am still hoping
unrequitedly loving.
to you from a friend. Just a friend.
182 · Mar 2018
writer's block
Wick Mar 2018

spilt ink

some poems

some poems

caged in
the mind

words that
a graveyard for thoughts and creativity.
175 · Nov 2018
To trust
Wick Nov 2018
is to put a dagger in people's able hands
hoping they won't slit your throat
when come daylight ends.
its been long
174 · Sep 2017
A better world
Wick Sep 2017
Nobody can love me
like you do
because there is none like you

Nobody can keep my heart
like you do
because there is none like you

Nobody can never hurt me
like you do
because there is none like you

Nobody can never break my heart
like you do
because there is none like you

Nobody can never lie to me
like you do
because there is none like you

Nobody can understand me
like you do
because there is none like you

Nobody can never leave my heart in pieces
like you do
because there is none like you

but, I'd rather be with Nobody
than to be with you again
and I'm happy
Because there is none like you.
173 · Jan 2018
Wick Jan 2018
the pen weigh heavier on my hand
as the words struggle to be free
from the confines of my thoughts,
to escape my reveries.
been gone for awhile.
172 · Sep 2018
Haiku #7
Wick Sep 2018
by you; deeper do I fall
willingly, my love.
170 · Mar 2018
Wick Mar 2018
are a mystery
amidst the sea
dogmatic bigotry
been reading a lot of doctrinal stuffs lately and some of these words keep hitting me up so I decided to use it in a poem.
168 · Sep 2017
Haiku #5
Wick Sep 2017
A beautiful bird
perched on me but flew away
because I let it.
I was a fool, okay?
164 · Oct 2017
Wick Oct 2017
as the golden torch
falls into the abyss
millions of sparks rise
to light the path for the amiss.
Guide me,
164 · Sep 2017
A Picture
Wick Sep 2017
A picture may hold a thousand of things
could be of a man and of a woman
with two golden rings.
or of a mother and her newborn son in a room on a hospital wing.
A picture may hold a thousand of things
but it couldn't quite hold
Your smile
and our forgotten feelings.
163 · Sep 2017
Haiku #2
Wick Sep 2017
I will fight for you
from the start till the end
so will you as I?
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