You have to drag yourself
Just to keep the dosh coming
To keep kinfolk from starving
Despite all these heavy lifting

You enter that poisonous atelier
Inside a cubicle, sit on your chair
Play staring games with computer screen
Drink a juice of coffee bean

That place, a modern day slavery ring
Where your ego is bruised and badly beaten
They own you 'cause they give you payslips
But even with that you know it ain't worth it

But that place isn't at fault
It's those who own the vault
They keep to them what's inside
They won't share, they hide

Under a mask of kindness
They advertise false incentives
But they won't give what you deserve
'Cause it belongs in their pockets

They won't listen to your pleads
Neither tend to your needs
Silently blackmail you instead
And then there goes your thread

Your thread, closer to inch
Your patience about to ditch
You know you'll burst sooner or later
They'll regret it all, when with them, you're finally over

That creamy white coffee
isn't that yummy.
It's just that we free-tasted it together,
that's why it tasted better.

Unable to express your feelings out is hard
Like your whole being is constipated

Be it from happiness or depression
From butterflies in your stomach
Or from secret frustrations
From your sanity intact
Or from your dark hallucinations
From your broken heart
Or from fresh or healing wrist wound
From love letters you write
Or journeys to the moon

Continue your poems
Let it be the ink of hope
Let everything, good or bad, be your inspiration
To write one more poem tomorrow
To look forward to tomorrow

Just keep on writing
Keep on rhyming
Continue your poetry

Hi Sir,

You're reeking with hate
Don't dive into that fate
Free yourself from rage

We are all here to write
We are all here to express
Oh please don't start a fight
Because we're all here to just express

So what if their poems always trend?
Is it an enough reason for your anger to vent?
Why wouldn't you just feel happy for them?
After all, we should co-exist 'cause we're all poets

Yes, we are poets, not *****
Don't go pulling others down
That's just not the way to the top

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"

Culture-killing
future;

Future-killing
culture.

Have you ever wondered,
when can all people love you?


If I tell you, would you dare?
That's what death can bring you.

After running some tests
Injecting needles in your veins
******* blood from you even if it's the only ounce left

He says you're sick
Holding a pen, he prescripts
It's for you to buy, a list of medicines

And so you have to try
You have no choice but to buy
Or else, as per Dr. Quack Quack, you'll die

As you take in
Your wallet's thinning
While the packets of medicines are still stacking

Then another symptom came
And so you have to visit the clinic again
Déjà vu you thought, Dr. Quack Quack greeted you smiling

He says you're sick again
Holding a pen, he prescripts again
It's for you to buy again, a list of medicines

Oblivious to you
He's preparing his checklist too
After traveling to Europe, next stop to Honolulu

How can you define happiness,
without loneliness?

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

An inspiration; my favorite author,
is the ever famous Anonymous

Every fear is fear from getting hurt.

We fear to love, afraid of rejection and getting hurt.
We fear height because we're afraid of falling and getting hurt.
We fear darkness because of what's probably in there that might hurt us.
We fear certain insects or animals because they might bite and hurt us.

We fear fears because we fear from getting hurt.

I have to understand

She is a girl first
before she is a lover
She is a friend first
before she is a lover
She is part of a family first
before she is a lover
She is a girlfriend first
before she is my lover

And I always come second.

Ehem ehem!
Mic test, mic test
Ayan gumagana ang mikropono
Siguro naman makikinig kayo sa sasabihin ko

'Di ako nandito para makipagtalo
Kung sino mas gwapo, ako o si Piolo
'Di ako naghahanap ng gulo
'Di naman kasi ako palalo

'Di ako nandito para makipag-away
Nais ko lamang mag-aksaya ng laway
Pati na rin bumuhay ng patay
Na sa bawat isa sa atin ay nakaratay

Kasi sinabi nila na naiburol na ang mga salita
Nailibing na kasama ng mga tekstong sa eskwelahan ay ginawa
Hindi na nga daw naaayon ngayon
Sa tinutuntungan nating henerasyon

Pero, saglit, teka!
Pakinggan mo, ang ganda diba?
Kung paano magtugma ang mga salita
Kung paano magtugma ang mga letra

Kasi sabi nila ang korni tumula
Na namatay na lahat ng bayani, kasama ang mga makakata
Na hindi na uso 'to, hindi na tayo bata
Na nauuto ng mga **** na gumawa ng talata

Pero ano ba ang fliptop, ano ba ang rap?
Hindi ba nagmula din ito sa parehong ugat?
Walang kwenta ang melodiya kung walang liriko
Hindi masasabing awitin, kung walang mensahe ito

Kaya ito ang subukan mo
Isulat mo sa papel ang nararamdaman mo
Ang sarap sa pakiramdam na mailabas ang mga ito
At bumuo ng isang kwento

Gamit ang mga salitang akala mo'y walang kwenta
Magiging himig ang bawat pagtutugma
Ang iyong kwento ay magiging tula
Na mananatili kahit ikaw ay wala na

"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.

Every time you loosen our entwined hands,
I tried to hold onto the warmth

Every time I think I’ll be able to meet you,
My heart dyes with a beautiful shade.
Even the common things turn into memories when we’re together

Even your voice, even those fragile shoulders,
Even your eyes are not mine,
No matter how much I am by your side,
My feelings won’t come true unless I destroy your future,
One moment’s dream; I love you to the extent that it hurts,
But tonight is ending

I walk the shimmering streets,
Trying to cover the times we can’t meet,
Your playful smile, after our hands had met for the first time,
Keeps reviving in my memories

I want to embrace you; I want to embrace you tightly,
Yet you are not mine; my broken heart now,
Wants to embrace you, but I cannot,
I want you to the degree that it’s overflowing, that it’s melting,
Without even being able to stop the FX and make a promise
You wave your hands

Even your voice, even those fragile shoulders,
Even your eyes are not mine,
No matter how much I am by your side,
My feelings won’t come true unless I destroy your future,
One moment’s dream; I love you to the extent that it hurts,
But tonight is ending

Walking towards the gate,
the guard stopped me saying, "Hey.."
"Where's your gate pass?", he continued.
"I don't have any. I didn't bring any loot."
He giggled at my answer, "Oh, you should."

And so I went back inside to prepare a gate pass.
I sought for the bosses to have it signed.
Then I went back to the guard again and showed him my gate pass.
He smirked, then finally he let me out.
And as I walked, I realized, *"So we were just an item? ****.."

"Pat. Alam mu ba, hindi ko talaga alam kung gusto kita, o gusto kita kasi un yung dapat.
Naguguluhan ako nun, everynight iniisip ko kung makikipag hiwalay ba ko sayo para hanapin ang sarili ko. Kasi hindi ko na alam.
Hindi ko talaga na alam, gusto kong lumayo. Mapag-isa.

Pero alam mu, akala ko mahal kita. Akala ko gusto kita. mahal na mahal pala kita , ikaw yung gusto ko. Ngayon. Bukas. At sa mga susunod pang araw.I love you honey :') hindi ko alam kung panu titigil ung puso ko na mahalin ka.
HAHAHA
Mugto na mata ko
HAHAHA
can't wait to see you tomorrow.
Promise mas mamahalin pa kita hangga't pwede.
Hangga't ok.
Thank you. i love you. I love you hon!

Gm 'to.

Hahaha drama lang

#pat<3<3<3
#Iloveyousuper!
#saranghe"

Befriend with me and help me find which is gone
Had A to Z, still there's something wrong
Swiftly search, for it's all alone
J V X Q, for the sake of completing the poem

To you who rekindled
The fire that was long extinguished
Who thawed the frozen heart
Until it was beating again
To have the numb emotions
Feel again
To you who dug the corpse
Of a dead poet out of the dirt

You didn't mean to
But thank you

For making me feel human again
For making me feel I can write again

I thank you