The way we dress
The way we deal with our feelings
The way we talk
The way we walk

Our hairstyles
Maybe even the activities we want to try
The people we fall in love with
And the people we chose to stay in love with

Everything is because its comfortable for us
Everything is because its who we are
And we don't want to hide anymore the truth
But this gives chance to others to persecute

To others, it seems we are wrong
Maybe we are, but who'd really know?
Even though we never pointed fingers at anyone
But what we seem to them is a walking wardrobe malfunction

All those caterpillars
that became butterflies
had turned back into caterpillars
after all those times.

All those times
we spent as lovers
have come to this now our honeymoon stage is over,
the Law of Diminishing Returns is taking over.

What is it, you ask?
I'm no lawyer to take just,
but I'll explain it to you my love,
everyone goes through this, not just us.

Economists says,
the more you have something,
it worth to you less.
That's what we are, that kind of being.

The more we spend time together,
the less the pleasure.
The more we give,
the less we appreciate.

But hey, don't fret.
It doesn't mean we don't love each other,
or that we love each other less,
It's just nature, I guess.

I think it's a good thing,
to have this kind feeling.
Since I have the tendency to be obsessed,
this, I think is for the best.

Also to prevent from being satiated,
or from being dependent,
to stand up with our own two feet,
and from time to time, miss a kiss.

Because we cannot give what we don't have,
we should learn what they call the greatest love.
It's to love yourself so you can love,
with it, you can give all the love you have.

If I am complete and you are as well,
we can support and love each other very well.
Without missing a piece of our identity,
without having doubts in ourselves.

So this law, my love, is just a proof,
that we are getting more mature.
In our love we are more sure,
that whatever obstacles, we can endure.

Many years were wasted, dreams that were broken
We cannot go back like molded bread
I've been enduring, I've been waiting
For your fire to rekindle again

Do you think you're the only one who regretted it?
I've brought butter for our bread, but its too late
The fire you said I had lost
You're oblivious, its the fire you had blown

Are you tired of bringing me home?
Are you tired of hearing me mourn?
I didn't mean to exhaust you
I just want you to notice me too

After a tiring day, I have to fetch and bring you home
If not, we'll end up fighting very soon
That's what's exhausting, 'cause I too, have things to mourn for
Which you never noticed, 'cause your hands are already full

I said, "This is enough.", you said, "I'm tired."
I ran away, tears fell even without a try
Unanswered questions, "Aren't you going to run after me? Don't you love my anymore?"
I never looked back, but how I wanted you to not let me go

You said you've had enough, I said "I'm tired"
To hold my tears and run after you, oh I'm very tired
Unanswered questions, "Don't you want to stay? Don't you love me anymore?"
You never looked back, but how I wanted you to stop so I can hold you close

If I can bring back the time
If I can bring back the time
I won't run away anymore, I'll stay and tell you I love you*
I'll run after you and stop you to tell you I love you.

Instead of saying I love you,
I say let’s break up
Instead of saying I miss you,
I say let’s forget everything
My heart that keeps beating,
my tears that keep flowing
I’m sorry

I’m sorry for seeing her for the first time
I’m sorry for loving her
I guess you know me and
that’s why you’re hurting more
My passionate heart, I’m really sorry

I’m sorry for letting her go
I’m sorry for hating her
I guess you know me and
that’s why you’re sad again
My tears that are crying, I’m sorry

Instead of saying I love you,
I say let’s break up
Instead of saying I miss you,
I say let’s forget everything
The memories that I’ll miss
more as time goes by
Let’s erase it all
But still, I think of you
Because of this cruel and painful love
My heart that is still beating,
my tears that keep flowing
I’m sorry

My heart, my tears, my memories
Look for you again like a habit
One day, two days, three days pass but
I can’t do anything

Instead of saying take care, I say I love you
Instead of saying be happy, I say I miss you
Your eyes, your breath that
I miss more as time goes by
It fills me up

I’m sorry, I’m sorry,
I keep thinking of you
Because of this cruel and painful love
I don’t even think I can keep the promise
Of trying to meet someone else and being happy
It’s too hard, I don’t think I can do it

My heart that is crying again
My tears that keep flowing
I’m sorry

"Action speaks louder than voice" ,
only works in uncommitted relationships.

You are not his only choice,
but always steals a kiss.
He reaches for your hand to hold,
but you're not sure if it's just for tease.

Waits for you 'till your shift's off,
other times it's your hair already turning grey.
He drives you home,
then drives another the next day.

Then he suddenly distanced himself,
saying he have other plans.
You swallowed your pride and plead,
asked him for a second chance.

He had a firm no,
but with a vague reason.
With a broken heart, you know what to do,
and that is to accept and move on.

You're in the middle of the process,
and yet he interrupts.
He does what he does best,
and is again closing the gaps.

You're in a tight spot,
but you should know better.
Listen to us with no buts,
we don't want you to be hurt again by that heart-breaker.

What have we told you,
about what we felt about that person?
Someone who purposely do,
leave holes for his victims to fall.

So guard your heart more,
do not let just anyone to penetrate through.
You should lock the door,
give the only key to someone who is true.

And the next time you take the free fall again,
we'll just always be here as your friend.
And if you ask us out to dinner to tell your pain,
we'll just remind you then and there..

"Action speaks louder than voice." ,
only works in uncommitted relationships.

'Di ikaw ang tipo kong laro
Umayaw na kasi ako
Sinubukan ko na kasi dati
Ayon, talo lang lagi

Pero heto na naman ako
Parang tanga ang loko
'Di mapigil ang ngiti
T'wing naiisip nang ang balat mo'y dumampi

Pucha, totoo ba?
Na-SS mo nga ba?
Taena, mukhang ako'y na-stun
Ng walang kalaban-laban

Langya, GG
Hindi good game, kundi gagi
Diba humindi na tayo sa sakit?
Ano na naman 'to? Wooh bakit?

Noob na 'ko eh
Weak, walang silbi
'Pag eto sa wala na naman nauwi
Sarili ko lang pwede ko masisi

'Pag in-game
Please wag mo na ko buhatin
Aasa pa sa GM ang tanso na manok
Pa'no, marupok

Mabel, pasensya ka na
Hayaan mo, ang 2019 ay papasok na
Baka lumipas din
'Pag hindi, patay, "I have been slained."

A cat?
I never trusted a cat
Betrayal will only befall to those who do
That’s why I swore to myself not to

I will never trust a cat again
Because I once did
And it only led me to vain
Goodbye to you stupid cat, I bid

That cat was cute
Or so I thought
It acted sweet to me
Making me fall wounded on my knee

I never would have thought
That the first time it called
What it wanted all along was food
Ah, I was fooled

When it was hungry
I generously fed it
But when I can’t give any
It didn’t even doubt to bit

This is now my perspective
Trust is not an option to give
Not to an ungrateful being
That only costs pain and suffering

A lot thinks I’m so bitter
But like in medicines, bitter is better
I’m not closing any doors
I’m just creating a solid wall

Maybe someday something will pass through
Impossibly by crashing ‘because it’ll be hard to do
Climbing it is an option, **** I gave a clue
But what will be willing? Did I just heard a ‘boo’?

I hate what I just found out
Psychologically I was reversing myself, and that
Whatever happened to my wall? Well guess what
Climbing was an easy task for a very exceptional cat

Let me drown with codes
Like it's the only language I know
Colorful paragraphs
Tab within a tab

Let me drown with installation windows
Full of "Next" buttons
To click
And wait

Let me drown with email, online and phone supports
Along with "How can one person be so stupid?" questions
And curses to bossy clients
With evil wishes of their servers' deaths

Let me drown with corny jokes
Thrown to friends to make them laugh more
Pretending that there's nothing wrong
'Cause I'm the joker - I'm the clown

Let me drown with songs
From a noise-cancelling earphone
Full of memories
Of where I want to be

Let me drown with poem ideas
Unwritten words so vast
Crowded in the back of my head
Shouting when everything around me is silent

Let me drown with other things
So that I do not drown
With my own tears
Because, now, you're gone

I may be a poet but I'm not good with words
I'm not good with words that should be spoken, or words alongside chords
I'm not good with words that are supposed to be echoed
Or words that require a brave voice

I may be a poet but I'm not good with words
I don't memorize all the words in Mr. Webster's books
Neither the classic words Mr. Shakespeare wrote
No, I am not someone who can really boast

I may be a poet but I'm not good with words
I cannot express well and have words in its proper use
I don't know how to start, I do not know the exact dose
I'm afraid they may be wrong, the words that I might choose

I may be a poet but I'm not good with words
The words and what I mean, might not get even close
The battle between my heart and mind might not even have a truce
Because I tend to have many, and contradicting views

I may be a poet who is not good with words
But I'm good at words written with a pen and a note
To know what I mean, you'll just need to put an effort
Read and digest, all I have to say is written on what we all call, a poem

I stopped writing stories
Before, writing one was such a bliss
I am lazy, so I hardly finish
But I won't even think of bidding it a goodbye kiss

Now, I realized I want to play God no more
Creating characters just to have it experience an emotional gore
What is it for?
For mine and my readers' pleasure?

Because I know how it feels to be a character
Here is my resignation to render
I don't know if I won't write stories ever
But for now, I'll keep my status as a novel reader

I gave her three roses

Firstly, a true rose
Fresh with its thorns
But I don't want her to think
That like the rose, my love will die and shrink

So I gave her another rose
A plastic rose
One that won't die and is forever
She won't think of it as fake, that's what the first rose was for

My love has no equivalent price
So I gave her the third prize
I learned how to make an origami rose
And made it in front of her, to symbolize my love is full of effort

I gave her three roses
"I love you" was what it says
And she was a rose
Loving her was loving her beauty and the pain of hugging her thorns

Please help me find her!

Name: Her name is the sweetest ever.
Age: She looks very beautiful at her teen age.
Eyes: Her tantalizing black eyes leads you to the depth of forever.
Hair: Her silky black hair will make queens dazed.

Height: She stands enough for my arms to wrap around her shoulders.
Weight: It is my dream to someday honeymoon-lift her.
Distinguishable mark: Seeing her will make you fall to your knees.
Last seen: She's in front of me, but she's not here.

Circumstance: She was oh so sweet
She tells me she loves me even if everyone is listening
She holds my hand, hugs me from behind
Even if others are looking, she wouldn't mind

But that was the story before
Now, she's like that no more
It seems I have spoiled her too much
All the sweet little gestures for her now seemed awkward

Those changes made me stop and step back
"Where are you?", I always quietly ask
I seem to be looking at a stranger's back
Where is she? That someone I love?

So please! Please help me find her!
If you ever see her, contact me immediately
I wish to see the old her again
Not only for her, but to also set myself free

Hey there
I know you've not been well
There are things you're not wiling to share
But I'm aware of it all oh so well

I know all your fears
And I know who you hold dear
I know how you hide tears
Behind those little cheers

I know how you break down
Over songs you sung
Because you tend to over think
About what the future will bring

You hide under your blanket
And use it like a huge handkerchief
Crying without taking a sniff
Crying without moving an inch

You indulge in self-pity and self-blame
Put yourself to shame
Whenever you make petty mistakes
Because of being true to your feelings

You always think you're not good enough
To yourself, you've always been tough
You have disappointed them
That's what's in your system

You once believed you can be selfless
But you've been pounded hard by the unrequited
So you became selfish
But still hurting instead

You write poems to express these
Still, you hide them behind figure of speeches
Metaphor after metaphor
Still, you wish someone will notice

How do I know?
Because when you look at me in the mirror
In your smile, I see sorrow
I see everything you didn't want to show

I wish you could let me out
Because you imprisoned me here
I wish to help you out
And try to cast out your fears

Let me out and I'll tell you you're not perfect
However, you are beautifully unique
They cannot always reciprocate, this you can expect
Because they don't have a heart like yours, so to speak

So set me free, the prisoner in your mirror
I fully understand you, I know this will bring you comfort
I have you see that you're an amazing creature
If no one loves you, that's what I'm here for

There I go again
I was dragged in
Inside that chamber
On the 6th floor

Heart thumping
Wild, about to burst out
This worst feeling
Seeping into my guts

I'm about to throw up
What butterflies?
These are dragons inside my stomach
Devouring me from inside out

Then it started
As I expected
I was handcuffed
chained all over, down and up

It echoes, the incoming footsteps
I shivered as I froze
'Cause I know what will happen
Then, the doors were locked and closed

There it is, The Ghost
"Why me?"
"Because it is you I chose,
and I know you chose me."

It pierces my chest with its hands
It dug my heart out
Torture, this is torture
Nothing can compare to the hurt

I am screaming in pain, crying
But I cannot let out a sound
Under its rules, I am bounded
To express, I am not allowed

If I let out even a soft sob
I will receive a million jab
Because to express is a taboo
And probably to be human too

But who is it to blame?
On the 6th floor, it is me who came
I came knocking, searching
The Ghost only accepted my pleadings

Because this is what I wanted
I'll have to heart-fully accept
That I'll repeatedly succumb to the torment
On the 6th floor chamber

Because The Ghost is right
From the start, the decision was mine
I know I cannot go back
*Because I chose to love

Smell nothing
from scents

Taste nothing
from sweetness

Go deaf
in the silence

Go blind
in the light

Go numb
in a touch

Only sense by
your third eye

2052, 2069 or 2075?
A bottle of Coke everyday
Much earlier perhaps

An accident?
Due to old age?
For sure it'll come so sudden

Ah, I should prepare a list
Of accounts and passwords
For my sister to access

She will have to put a year after '1992 - ',
Update my status to 'deceased'
And respond to the grieving comments too

Brace yourselves for the loving messages
And stories of how amazing I was
That will sure flood from my funeral's guests

They will range from people I hold dear
To people I barely know
And from those who doesn't really care

It will be fun to watch from the sidelines
And a little sad too
To see them desperately hold on to what's gone

I guess that's the joke of life
You'll know its importance once its out of your hands
I guess I'll have fun, while I'm alive

Oh the irony!
I am celebrating my birth
By writing a poem about my death

A white room
A beeping sound
Heading to doom
In there, I found

You.. who's crying
I can feel that you want it to end
My suffering?
Or your guilt within?

I am holding on
You've already let go
Now, the beeping sound is gone
*You've killed me when I wanted to live more

Yes you count how many views, likes, re-posts, comments, shares, and additions to collections,
but the date of a user's membership to Hello Poetry is also a factor.

If a user is a new member, it is much easier for his/her poems to trend.
It is a cool thing because trending acts as a form of encouragement.

However if you've been a member for a while, having your poem trend is harder.
Which is a cool thing as well because you already leveled-up and its now a challenge!

If you could only just undo everything
Un-see what you have seen
Un-hear what you have heard
Un-feel what you have felt

Undo what you have done
Un-remember memories that you had
Un-like what you have liked
Un-love what you have loved

It would be much easier
And less painful

But reality doesn't work that way

Reality smiles at you, then punch you hard in the face
Reality punches you hard in the face, then smiles at you
Reality punches you hard in the face, while smiling at you
It tells you, *"There is no CTRL + Z in your life's keyboard"