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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.
31
Wick Sep 2017
31
you linked our hands
and our hearts become one
every beat is an orchestra
a symphony of our own...
continued in 32
32
Wick Sep 2017
32
then time took you away
leaving nothing but broken things
our promises. our future.
Me.
continuation to 31.
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.
Toxicity
Wick Sep 2018
:broken embers
waning from the fire
it used to be.
Wick Sep 2017
I fell
to you
and we became one
you blossomed, but in time
withered
and I taken by the sun.
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.
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.
Wick Sep 2017
I am a spectrum of possibilities
mistakes, magic, and life
the world is our prism
so be my light.
Wick Apr 2020
i've let go of the pen
that used to be inseparable to me
as i let go of the reason
for most of my poetries

                                          but now a year later
                                     a year older, more mature
  
                                                       ­                           i've let go of the pain
                           bid goodbye to the woes brought by her uncertainty
                                                     ­                         i've let go of the person
                                                          ­                for real this time, happily
it took some time to heal but here i am again. I'm back!
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.
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.
Wick Jul 2018
you have no idea
how hard I try to make you feel
the things you do not see.
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.
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.
Wick Sep 2017
the sun, my heart
things that were once alive
fueled by things such as love and lies
now are black holes
the sun, my heart
on some faraway skies.
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
burning
melting
loving.
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.
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 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.
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.
Wick Oct 2017
Alas! my beloved
in flux,

You were never meant to stay.
Wick Apr 2020
we lost our car today
we put it up for assume
'cause we hit a hard patch
and were not able to pay
but hey
surprisingly were okay
mom cooked some good food
and ****, we love her beef broccoli sauté
its as they say
sometimes in life, things just doesnt go the way
you want it be
but time will come
we'll be more than okay
me and my family.
Wick Sep 2017
loving you is hard
a hardship I will accept
with my heart and soul.
Wick Sep 2017
I will fight for you
from the start till the end
so will you as I?
Wick Sep 2017
I wish I was perfect
everything that you will want
but sadly, I'm not
this one is imperfect then again I'm imperfect. It reflects.
Wick Sep 2017
I wish I was him
by your side, happy in love
but sadly, I'm me.
Wick Sep 2017
A beautiful bird
perched on me but flew away
because I let it.
I was a fool, okay?
Wick Jan 2018
I admit my fault
jumping into her heart when
its already full
of sharp broken things.
Wick Sep 2018
intoxicated
by you; deeper do I fall
willingly, my love.
Wick Oct 2017
Poetry
is
conscious self-deception
to cater to one's emotion.
delusion
Wick Apr 2020
The colors that i'll use
To paint our story
Are those that'll never fade.
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
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.
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
Wick Sep 2017
Truth can falter under the weight of fear
though it be struggling
though in every way, its trying
to be heard, to be reckoned
when Consequence lays its fang bare
it can lead an honest man to err
and as another breathes his last
guilt encompasses thus.
Happened to a friend of mine. I couldn't help but make a poem out of it.
Wick Jul 2018
'search for the truth' is the guise
upon which Pride
stealthily hides.
tis like fuel.
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
Wick Sep 2017
You were a dandelion
yellow and alone
in the cold white winter snow
you've grown
it was sad, how early you have awakened
I draw near
was surprised
for you were not shaken
a smile in your face
a question in my mind
I thought I knew it all, yet
I stand without a clue
you beamed and asked,
"Why so blue?"
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.
Wick Sep 16
tiredness, nowadays
never goes away

it sways
the thoughts that grow in my brain,
it lingers
like drizzle, whispering after sonorous rain

the tiredness
oh it never goes away
it accumulates
it reverberates
it stays.
until one decays.
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.
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.
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
wasted
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.
Wick May 2020
back then, I thought she loved me
that's why she wont meet my eyes

but now, i know better
she was just afraid I'd see through her lies.
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.
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
whereupon
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

Adieu!
Adieu.
and upon its remains
I will build anew.
Wick Jun 2018
is a poetry
a limerick
a tragedy
That ends with you not sure of your love for me.
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, ******!
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