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XIII Nov 2019
Funny how
hello
means goodbye also

Funny how
this is the first poem dedicated
yet it might be the last as well

Funny how
I intended it to be a hundred
but the numbers might've already ended

Funny how
you should be reading this
but you don't know of its existence

Funny how
I thought this to be another chance
but it's just another part of me gone
"#1"
© Cepheus January 31, 2019
XIII May 2015
You can
see,
thorns
in
a rose
see,
you can
A palindrome poem.
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
XIII Jun 2015
Love is cholesterol in the heart,
sugar in the blood.
XIII Apr 2015
I smile.
I laugh.
Even though my lips are heavy.
XIII Nov 2019
I'll hold you
Even though it means piercing me through
my body, mind, heart
and soul too
For you Hedgehog, I'll do
© Cepheus June 4, 2019
XIII Nov 2019
"Surprise!"
It stood on my doorway
I sighed
They said it will caught on me someday

Guess I haven't been keeping my tabs
I still have unpaid bills to pay
That broken trust
On that unfortunate day

It came like a mirror
Perfectly synchronized
Just like how it happened before
It swiftly unraveled before my eyes

What I did to a friend
Unintentional, yes
Was done to me too, by a friend to whom I've fallen
Unintentional too, and it's a mess

I was the perpetrator
Now I am the victim
I guess this is how life goes
And I deserve it

And though this is the case now
The stubborn that I am hasn't given up
Still holding on to a questionable love
How long, I wonder, can I keep this up?

Is it hopeless to believe in this fictional vow?
In this one thought, an idea
That maybe you're my karma now
But perhaps tomorrow you'll be my good karma
© Cepheus June 5, 2019
XIII Nov 2019
I'll go hide
You'll be the it
I'll go full camouflage
Don't expect me in the closet

You started the countdown
For you I'll be invisible
For I am someone you wish is gone
Open your eyes and you'll see me no more

But know that this game will never end
You will look for me whether you like it or not
For I am the only one that can complete your existence
I am the bearer of our sentence's dot
© Cepheus January 18, 2018
XIII Jul 2014
Hittin'* somehow became my hobby
It is fun; try and see

Hit! Hit! Hit!
Funny how it doesn't bleed
Been expecting for blood stains
Nah, just hitting a keyboard
Creating some poems
XIII Nov 2019
We were on an outing
It was chilly
We were sleeping
Under the same blanket

Your foot provided warmth
To my foot, to be exact
I didn't move after that
You didn't too and I was glad

You were extra touchy that day
Have you always been this way?
Yeah, I think, back during college days
Overthinking about this really isn't okay

I should really stop thinking
Of possibilities
Yep, it's just because of the recency
There's just no meaning to it

So let's stop remembering
The warmth of our touching skin
'Cause even the sandcastle we built
Was already eaten by the angry waves
© Cepheus October 25, 2018
XIII Jun 2015
How could there be a shooting star, if there is no gravity in space?
How could the moon reflect sun's light, if it has rocky surface?
How could someone sleep forever, to chase dreams?
How could war, bring the world peace?
Add your 'how could' in the comments! :)
XIII Jun 2015
Try to get a stiff neck.
Oh wait, its not a contagious disease?
Ah well, whatever.
Hahahahaha?
XIII Jul 2013
Should your poem contain a lot of formulas?
Should you know how to multiply, divide, subtract and add?
Should you know the derivative of this and the derivative of that?
Should you memorize the multiplication table from one to a thousand?

Will your words sound jargon?
Will your rhyming seems out of tune?
Will your metaphor be unseen like a blue moon?
Will your piece land on the trash can very soon?

Should you discuss the ratio of your words and love?
Should you round off the message your poem have?
Should you pinpoint what is lesser than or above?
Should you define the poem’s ***** and its aftermath?

Will that number cruncher be able to read between the lines?
Will the verses relate up until the genius’ heart’s vines?
Will the logical and emotional hemisphere be able to bind?
Will the sonnet be able to convey it’s meaning through its sign?

If you are a poet and you love a mathematician
Those things are probably running on your mind
The difference in forte, will it ban
A blossoming attraction between two different kinds

Sum it all up, all your feelings inside
Write it all down, like how you calculate in a scratch
Don’t forget any, like a whole number without a dot
Double check it, you wouldn’t want misunderstanding right?

Don’t be irrational, like some numbers are
Don’t measure and compare, like graphs’ bar
Be precise as possible, but you don’t have to hit the bull’s eye
Still do some cliffhanging, and let the person analyze

They say opposites do attract
Everyone differs so why worry about those questions above?
Just express what you feel, write what you want
I’m sorry I’m a poet; I wanted this piece to be long enough
XIII Jul 2015
Hypocrites – those who do not even practice what they preach.
Hypocrites, hypocrites everywhere.
XIII Jun 2015
You Taylor words so bittersweet.
Touching hearts, oh very Swift.
You tailor words so bittersweet.
Touching hearts, oh very swift.

No matter how many haters she get. I like her songs because unlike others, it came from her own poetry.
XIII May 2015
I cannot even draw a straight line
My masterpiece is a doodle stick man
My drawing of a heart doesn't look like one
But I'd want to show you the visions that I have

I'd like to sketch a portrait of you
Like Jack on Titanic would do
Or paint a thousand sunsets
Like what Michael learnt to do

I'd like to draw those sceneries we see
Or that image of your back as you sleep
The image of our hands intertwined
Paint the colors you gave my life when it was black and white

But I cannot draw..

I've been jealous of those who can
Express their love through drawing or painting
But I cannot draw
What my eyes saw

I cannot draw
Those comic strips
With our love story in it
I just have no talent in this field

I cannot draw
So the least I can do is write
Draw words from my soul and rhyme
Paint words to rhyme
Sketch stories into words and color them to rhyme

I cannot draw
But I can write
XIII Apr 2015
Life is just a matter of regret preferences.
Choose wisely.
XIII Apr 2015
No thank you.
I'm sweets-intolerant.
No sweets, no toothaches.
And I hate dentists.
XIII Nov 2019
“A heart that is yours is a heart that loves you.”
"© Daddy
https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/92yezx/come_to_daddy/ "
© Cepheus August 22, 2018
XIII Nov 2016
If my forgiveness is your only key to heaven,
you'll probably go to hell..
..with me.
XIII Jun 2015
"I love you.."

"I love U too... And I love T, V, X, Q as well. They're unique letters."

"....."
Failed confession.
XIII Nov 2019
I am Cepheus the king
And I ride a phoenix
Though dethroned
Cassiopeia shall come back soon
© Cepheus January 17, 2018
XIII May 2015
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
XIII Apr 2015
Memories are immortalized by photographs.
So I take a lot.
Just in case you'll leave me with just memories.
XIII Sep 2017
It is said,
That the best time to **** something great
Is when it's still young and defenseless

Today I have intended to ****
Something I know that will
Torture me when it gets big

But it was also said,
That if you fall in love with a poet
You will die, never

I mercilessly killed it
But again, it took a deep breath
Stood up with heart beating, and lived

Because you've written about me
Something that I thought would never be
Thus, giving me immortality

And so in return,
I will let this burn
You too, shall never be gone
XIII Nov 2017
They’re all happy.
Inspired by Boku Dake ga Inai Machi anime.
XIII Jun 2015
Does insanity knows it is insanity?
No, only sanity knows.
Think about it.
XIII May 2015
Go on,
grab all inspirations you can,
for your poems.
From the smallest bug, to the biggest star.
XIII Apr 2015
Walk into that crowd
Walk into Hogwarts
Some people wearing formal
A lot in black

But you cannot find Ginevra Weasley
Although you were Harry
Maybe because you've already lost your wand
Or because Ginny could've given you a heart attack
XIII Nov 2019
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
XIII Apr 2015
Nature,
silence,
peace..

Music,
lyrics,
melodies..

Poems,
stori­es..

Introvert's friends.
XIII Jun 2015
Should we call ourselves writers?
Or is typists much truer?
Well, since keyboards do not stain our hands with ink.
XIII Nov 2019
Whenever I see your name
With that little circle colored green
On a bubble drawn with your face
My heart can't help but race
Race into a turmoil of pain
Like we're in a different place
Yet so near in a virtual space
Like I can just type a few keys
To trouble you again with my feelings
But I stop myself and grit my teeth
For that's the thing you'd want the least
For I am someone you'd want to be over with
And I could just delete our message
But for me it's too much waste
Because I'll always want to reminisce
The words we used to exchange
Because it's always you I miss
No matter how stupidly martyr it is
But then whenever we're both active
I found myself leaving
For I know you don't feel the same
And yet I foolishly spend everyday this way
© Cepheus January 19, 2018
XIII Jun 2015
An I.T.'s real job description is to click and wait.
XIII Apr 2016
I think you loved me

The first hug from behind
In the middle of the street

Our tears mixed
Upon our first antagonist

The "I love you" screams
During fireworks

The barefooted run
And exchange of shoes

Kisses and cuddles
And our little secrets

Breathtaking adventures
Touchdown places

Our very own runway
And gallery

Including bumps and dismays
The makeups that went with it

Those strict scoldings
For the betterment of my health

Our crazy antics
And bizarre trips

Intimate moments
Behind those every whispers

When you hold unto me
Like you won't let go, ever

But you did

Now that I think about it
I think you did

It's sad that I only think you did
'Cause I am very sure that I did
XIII Jun 2014
To cut the strings attached to us
In case you suddenly say "Time is up."

How I wish it would be sharp enough
So the pain could immediately stop
XIII Aug 2013
Yes, I want to be your guitar
That guitar that you’ve fallen in love with at first glance
You can’t let it go; you’ve already carved its features in your heart
I would steal its position, if I only had the chance

You tried averting your eyes from it and looked for other one
It was expensive after all, you can’t afford one
But you did all means in the end, just to have it in your hands
If it was me, would you have done everything you can?

Finally, it was all yours, I was happy for you
With that even brighter beaming smile, who would not?
You started spending time together, like a couple would do
And then I started doubting, I am happy for you, right?

You brought it home and even slept with it
Ah! I was so envious, how I wish those arms were wrapped around me
The two of you under the rain, walking against the wind
Whereas I can only write our names under an umbrella, wishing it can be you and me

I dedicated all love songs to you as you composed your songs for it
Expressing your overflowing love, your undying happiness, it was all packaged in the songs
And though I was so hurt, your songs are always on repeat
Listening and undergoing the same excruciating pain all day long

I’m a mere fan, with a paper and a pen on both hopeless hands
You’re shining brightly on the stage with your guitar, a wonderful superstar
I wonder when this stupidity started, but this poem was made because of this great distance
If this unrequited, one-sided feeling will someday reach you, I’ll tell you, I want to be your guitar
Dedicated to Yui Hirasawa of K-On!
XIII Jun 2015
Jack of all trades, master of none.
Until poetry came.
I was Jack. Or so I thought.
XIII Nov 2017
In a jigsaw trap
As the time counts down
I will struggle for my life
And savor the torture and pain
Even though it's Amanda Young's design
Because a slow and painful death
Is what serves me right
XIII Sep 2017
1,
my hands became so numb
2,
my heart too
3,
I stopped fully
4,
because there's no one to dedicate these for

4,
the once again opened door
3,
there're new sceneries to see
2,
it's time to stand anew
1,
flip new chapters and restart!
I've been in hiatus for four months as a poet due to personal and emotional reasons, which can be obviously seen on my old posted poems.

I'm glad I was able to get back on my feet and write poems again. It's good to be back!
XIII Mar 2016
You're now only a memory
That Facebook reminds me
XIII Jul 2014
"Who's willing to be the traitor?"
Nobody volunteered but me
I love Jesus and the humanity
If I don't do it, the cross wouldn't happen

"Who wants the suicide role?"*
Again, nobody volunteered but me
I have to set a bad example for everyone to see
I have to eternally burn in hell for everyone to glorify heaven
"Everyone around me keeps asking me why I’m like this
Why are you like that, why are you like that? I’m already the bad guy"
© TVXQ Why? Keep Your Head Down lyrics' translation
XIII Nov 2019
under the pretense of someone else
behind a new pseudonym
will someone recognize who's within?
will someone find that it's just you hiding?
© Cepheus January 19, 2018
XIII Apr 2015
You do not write for them,
you write for yourself.
So write! Do not be afraid of their criticism. No matter how ****** your poems are, no matter how usual the words you use, or even if your words do not rhyme at all.
JUST WRITE!
XIII Dec 2015
They have killed the poet
With the now-dead memories still alive in them
The poet's wrist drowning in blood
For they have bitten their feeder's hand
And now the poet dies little by little by seeing his poems.
XIII Jun 2015
Ang love story natin
Ay parang kwento ng theme songs ng JaDine
Di ka fan, di mo siguro maaappreciate
Pero kinakantahan tayo ni Nadine Lustre at James Reid

Ang daming tanong nung umpisa
Ang daming pagdududa
Game na ba? Ano na? Sure na ba?
Ang hiling ko, sige na

Para ngang isang pagsusulit
Bawal magbura, one seat apart, walang kopyahan,
Right minus wrong, kung di alam 'wag hulaan,
Kumpletuhin ang patlang, bawal ang tyambahan


Para ngang isang pagsusulit
Pinag-isipang mabuti

Hanggang sa sabi mo, "Oo na.". Yes!
Oh, wala ng bawian, mamatay man, period no erase!

Matapos no'n, nagdagsaan ang mga pagsubok
Katulad din naman sa kahit kaninong relasyon
Pero dahil naniwalang sayo'y may forever
Pareho tayong hindi sumu-render


Pagkat sayo natagpuan ang ipinagkait sa akin
At sakin mo naramdaman and di mo akalain
Ipaglalaban ko
Ipaglalaban mo


Wala na tayong ****, basta bahala na
Alam lang kasi natin mahal natin ang isa't isa
At kahit pa sabihin na, tayo'y di itinadhana
Na na na na na na na na na na na bahala na


Pero katulad din ng ibang relasyon
Lumalamig, parang kapeng napaglipasan ng panahon
Tumitigas, parang pandesal na naiwan sa kahon
Tila di na alam kung san tayo paroroon

Piniling lumayo
Ngunit pilitin man ay bumabalik sayo
Di matatago kahit magpanggap
Ang iyong yakap, ikaw, ang hanap-hanap


Ikaw ang hanap-hanap
Dahil ang puso'y nangangarap
Na magsasamang muli
Na may happy ending bandang huli


Pero di pa tapos
Ang kwento natin hindi pa tapos
Sana'y hindi pa tapos
At sana'y di na matapos

Tatlong kanta pa lang naman
No Erase, Bahala Na at Hanap-hanap
Sana ay kumanta pa sila
Sana ay marami pa

At sana, kahit gaano man karami
Masayang kanta ang maiwan sa huli
Yung may forever, may happy ending
Kaya sige, mag-duet pa kayo *JaDine
Inspired by JaDine's songs, written while listening to them.
To all JaDine music fans! JaDine FTW!!!
All lyrics excerpts are © from JaDine songs: No Erase, Bahala na & Hanap-hanap.
XIII May 2016
She kissed me.
It was the last.
It felt like Judas'.
XIII Nov 2019
Ang swerte mo
Inggit ako sa'yo
Parang na sa'yo na ang buong mundo
Pero hindi dahil sa pera o sa yate mo

Kasi na sa'yo siya

Pansin mo ba ang kinang sa kanyang mata?
Tuwing siya ay ngumingiti
Kung pa'no pumoporma ang mukha n'ya 'pag tumatawa?
O ang lambot ng kanyang buhok 'pag ito'y kanyang hinahawi?

Kung pa'no s'ya maglakad, tumayo o umupo?
'Pag seryoso na s'ya sa trabaho?
Ang ekspresyon n'ya 'pag sya'y nagki-kwento?
Pati paraan ng kanyang pag-ubo?

Eh yung kapag medyo tinamaan na s'ya ng alak?
Na parang ang sampung bote'y 'di pa sapat
Kulang pa nga ang pulutan
'Pag tutumba na s'ya'y mapapatakbo ka para alalayan

Ang ganda n'ya 'diba?

Kung tutuusin nga 'di na n'ya kailangan ng kolorete pa
Yung itsurang pagod n'ya kakaiba
Para ka na lang mapapatulala
Habang nakanganga

Lalo na 'pag naiinis na s'ya sa'yo
'Pag napipikon na s'ya kakaasar mo
Pero nakakatuwa kahit puno ka na ng palo
Kahit pa s'ya lagi ang dapat panalo

'Pag naglalambing s'ya
Kahit gusto mo pa magalit, wala
Mapapangiti ka na lang at hala
Galit mo'y naglaho na

Yung mata din n'yang namamaga
Kasi kakaiyak lang n'ya
O kakagising lang kasi
Iba pa rin eh

Kasi nakikita n'ya yung akala mo walang makakakita
'Pag nagtatampo ka na pero ayaw mo ipahalata
Yung gula-gulanit **** kalupi pinalitan pa n'ya
May iniwan pang sulat nung nawala ka

Nung nagkasakit ka, s'ya'ng nag-alaga
Alam n'ya kung pa'no ka pangitiin hanggang sa ika'y tumawa
Para nga'ng pati mga iniisip mo, alam na n'ya
Pati siguro yung katotohanang nahuhulog ka na

'Diba ang swerte mo?

'Yun lang kasi pwede kong iuwi
Para sa aking sarili
Kasi nga sa'yo s'ya
Do'n wala akong magagawa

'Di ko nakikita kung pa'no n'ya isiping mahal ka n'ya
Na ayaw ka n'yang mawala
Na ikaw na yung naiisip n'ya na habangbuhay makasama
Yung kinabukasan n'yong kayong dalawa

Kaya swerte ka Kuya Wil
Na sa'yo kasi ang 'di mapapasa'kin
Kaya ingatan mo s'ya't mahalin
Dahil kung hindi, baka sya'y aking dagitin
© Cepheus February 26, 2019
XIII Nov 2017
Parang baboy
na binubusog
bago tuhugin,
bago ihawin,
bago patayin.
Like a pig
given a feast
before it is skewered,
before it is roasted,
before it is killed.
XIII Nov 2019
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
© Cepheus February 15, 2019
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