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XIII Apr 2020
considered by many.

as many said.

Considered as bad luck,
like a black cat.

The thirteenth,
it is feared.

Only a handful can see
the divinity underneath..

such as hers;
her eyes differs
in what it sees

I think it can see rainbows
in a monochrome facade,
an angel
from a fallen devil,
a poet
in a psychotic patient,
the positive
in a double negative,
a person deserving of love,
although it hated its own blood.

It's a complete wonder; a mystery.

But as the Italians say,
"fare tredici":
hit the jackpot
with the numero trece,

More than what she can see—
that is what she is to me.
XIII Apr 2020
..of you to shout!
when you have not heard
one tiny cry
of a whistle or a whisper

..of you to scream!
when you have not listened
to the begging,
to the pleading

..of you to demand!
when you have not given any
out of your heart
though you had many

..of you to blame!
when you're at fault too
putting others to shame
you aren't always true

..of you to betray!
my trust
when I thought you're with me come what may
you pounded it into dust

..of you to act!
as if nothing happened
apologies is all I ask
how is this heart ever gonna mend?

but then again..

..of me!
to forgive
and suffer silently
over an unsaid sorry
XIII Apr 2020
slouch on the couch
idly waste the time
tomorrow will always arrive

because there is just
an insatiable thirst
lock the door first

all of us would agree
that food is sacred
no one's satisfied until fed

take an anger bath
soak in its vengeance
until the last dance

it is your guide
to stand on the mountain high
stepping unto others 'til they die

because you don't wanna see
what you do not possess
take it; claim it; in every possible ways

giving is not your deed
why, if you can horde
you'll be the master—the lord

because everyone is guilty
of the seven sins so deadly
you can deny it, but then quietly
your guilt eats you, painful and slowly
XIII Apr 2020
You get sleepy;
You drink coffee;
You get sleepy because you drink coffee.
And it goes on for an eternity.
XIII Apr 2020
I have no time to write poems.
Because all my time is spent
actually loving you instead.
Us time.
XIII Nov 2019
Let me introduce to you, HP,
My MUse
The one who've seen my unspoken truth

She was my shot to the blue moon that hit
The pig that grew wings and flew
My albino crow
That one moon who heard the wolf's howl

She's my warmth even when hell froze over
The dragons of Cressida Cowell
The celebration day of Saint Never's
The rising sun in the West

My rainbow unicorn
Even the salt lightens and glows
The rain of leaves from the oak
The donkey on top of a blossoming flagpole

Hers is the bite marks of hen
On my hairy palm
The wind caught on my net
The calves dancing on ice

You can hear the cow cough
And see the snake smoke
The crawfish' whistle from up the mountain echoes
While the long-haired frog croaked

She's my improbable
My impossible
My fantasy
Now a reality

So let me introduce to you
The reason why my fingers are poet-blocked no more
The proof that broken hearts can still start anew
Beat again, and open a new door
XIII Nov 2019
I want you to sleep well tonight
And every other night
Every night

I'd lie awake
Even with my sleepyhead
There's nothing a hug can't mend

I'll wait for you to sleep first
Until your snore is heard
The blanket is all yours

Because I want you to know
That you're not alone
I'm with you, now and on nights to come along
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