I have no time to write poems.
Because all my time is spent
actually loving you instead.

Let me introduce to you, HP,
AB!
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

It is raining sighs.

I truly hope that this love
won't turn into hatred
in the end
because I am honestly tired
of this formula.

Nothing is more painful than the realization of your anxiety.

I'll hold you
Even though it means piercing me through
my body, mind, heart
and soul too
For you Hedgehog, I'll do

It will always be a possible "no"
unless you ask.
But it will never be a certain "no"
if you don't ask.

I am different
I don't stutter
I don't talk of trivial things
My vocabulary is darker

I am under six feet plus deep
I shout out of abyss
I am just the iceberg's tip
What you see is just a tease

Don't put me in the pedestal
I am not a saint
Nor God's nor Lucifer's
Neither in between

So if you ever play of possibilities
Stop
You can't contain this
Overwhelming miseries is where you'll end up

Because unless you learn how to write
A poet will only write of what glorifies him
Unless you learn how to fight a battle of rhymes
You'll always be the immortal killer; not the victim

Because I speak of words lost in the Tower of Babel
But you will never ever understand
'Cause yes, I am an angel
But a fallen one

He is now the wolf
who cannot howl to the moon.
Because he knows
the distance he cannot cross.
Just like a poet
who's already afraid of his own pen.

Gaya ni Fidel,
ako'y pinaasa mo.
Pero 'di gaya ni Fidel,
'di ako gumawa ng isang daang tula para sa'yo.
Sapagkat pangalawa pa lamang ito,
at sana'y dito na ito huminto.

“A heart that is yours is a heart that loves you.”

It's funny how I got it
After I dumped my deposit
I lift my shirt
And bit
My left ring finger instead of the fabric

Few days later I totally forgot about it
Watched in horror how my nail seems to start decaying
Thought that along with my heart, where it's scientifically connected—
now it also faced its death

I remembered after though that that wasn't the case
My dead ring fingernail that up until now, stinks
Along with the other end of its veins
Was all caused by my own self
And its refusal to let go and make 'em start to heal

Will a Beauty still come?
No I won't keep my hopes up
I, for one, knows how painful it is for the world to let you down
So I've learned how to stood by as the rose petals fall, and quietly watch

No Beauty will arrive
No, not for a hideous demon roaming the earth alive
Who would? None, not in their right mind
No one will be able to bear my slime

No one will be able to see what's beyond
What's inside before I had acquired my fangs
The me when I still wasn't a madman
But I guess, that is just fine

I don't deserve it anyway
At least that's how the world wants it to play
So be it, hate everything until I rot away
Being the Beast that I am, I'll have it the world's way

Oh Glenda
Have you received your karma?
I sure hope you already did
'Cause if not, I'd give it myself

I was reminded of what you did
So subtle, it took me three years
You probably don't even remember
But to me it still lingers

If you think about it
The beginning of the end all started with you
Sure it could've happened either way
But the finger who pulled the trigger was yours

Oh no, don't worry
It's not only you who's to blame
I still find her the most guilty
Oh you won't mind joining my little hate-game

Remember your seemingly innocent teasing?
Like you were so fond of us back then
But at the back of your mind you find me so naive
The truth is, you were really disgusted

That's why you had to step up
You felt the need to save
Oh yes, 'cause a fully-consensual-same-***-relationship is a no-no to you, no, not on your watch
Who knows, I might've gotten her enslaved

And so you had to evangelize
Just in case she had forgotten hell
Shove the grisly details into her mind
She's fragile, so she kissed-and-tell...

Goodbye to me
She won't fight for a love if it'd deny her an entrance to the pearly gates of course
Who'd trade an eternal happiness for a mere human being like me
So much for a "loving god", huh, go figure

Anyways, I am holding you accountable
For one soul was apparently being saved,
is equivalent to one soul to fall
How are you going to own up to this, babe?

You know you didn't have the right
IT WAS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS
I would've tore your nose apart
For rudely sticking itself to what was clearly NOT YOUR MESS

But then you were instantly gone
I couldn't even shot you a deathly glare
You just went AWOL, over and done
Oh dear, do you fvcking think that was fair?

And so you two left me in despair
Desperately wishing that karma's really an evil *****
Giving my faith to it that you two'll eventually get what you deserve
For making a perfectly loving person turn into an insane world-hating ****** who with just the mention of the word L-O-V-E, in anger and sorrow, cringe and twitch

Don't even try to wash your hands, no, no
No matter what you say I've made up my mind, I sing blah blah blah
Dareka no sei ni shitai yo
Tsurai na iya iya

For your weak brains to understand, in other words
Listen, or rather, read:
I want to make it someone else's fault
It hurts so much. I hate it. I hate it.

If you didn't know
Love + pain = hatred
Oh, of course you won't
I forgot you two are saints

Well, wait 'til you experience the same judgments and emotional torture I did
I just have a few last words to bid
Like what's in your surname, ABOGA-something, memory's not that sharp, aye
The letters I'm sure in it is, **DIE

I had to let you go
to make your heart whole.
Even though it means
leaving my heart broken into pieces.

Cepheus* *is the King of Aethiopeia
It is the new reign of a new kingdom
A ruler that lives by re-branding J ust and P* eace

Find me in this haystack of poets—
soaring where words and rhyme meets.
Find the poems still dedicated to you—
that you're still immortal in ink and in my heart too.

I am Cepheus the king
And I ride a phoenix
Though dethroned
Cassiopeia shall come back soon

My words
that are written are swords.
They hold the truth
to my thoughts—
stabbing cold,
sometimes old
but always bold,
left to be spoiled
but I still hold.
It is time to speak of the untold.