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neo Apr 2020
the moon is shining bright tonight
just like the night we met.
i remember you taking my hand
and saying,
"make a wish. the moon is listening."
so we wished.
we wished for something.
we wished for someone.
every single time.
we always wished for someone...

but we would never wish for each other.

and that's why we had to let it go.
neo Dec 2019
light the edge,
fan the flame,
make sure it reaches aim,
make sure it reaches,
make sure that it wont die,
the flame: let it burn out.
burn out.
burn.
aim.
fire: bright: deadly: marvelous:
a predictable spectacle.
fireworks: works of fire,
forged, colorful,
temporary: a mere distraction.
spectacle: superficial.
distraction from the bleak night sky.
sporadic.
nonsensical.



just like us.
happy new year
neo Jul 2019
and
this is
where i
realized,

i never
loved
you
for you
but
rather
i was
in love
with the
idea of

f
a
l
l
i
n
g


in
love
with
u
neo Jul 2019
she stands there,
wind through her hair,
dazed and unaware,
numb and hopeless,
a broken goddess.

she stands there
waiting for time
to fade her away
into the dark, cold night.
neo Jul 2019
i want to touch you
and feel you close to me

i want to dive deep into your eyes
and into your soul

i want to come near you
and tell you how much i adore you

how i adore you and the way you shine
in contrast to the dark sky enveloping us all the time

i want to love you
but i can't

i can't love you when all eyes are watching from all corners of the earth

i can't love you when all the other stars shine brighter than me

i can't love you

not when it means that to love you would mean to come near you

once we collide there's no turning back

as beautiful as an explosion that we may be, i'm scared to lose myself just trying to love you
i'm sorry but i can't
neo Apr 2019
a wave of warmth rises from the East.

the marriage of red and orange injects itself in the bleak, blank sky.

blue, red, white, and yellow dances with the cool breeze.

as the chariot of Apollo rises, a glimmer of hope streams into the blind eyes.

a new hope for the archipelago of the seas.

a new hope for a new tomorrow.
i wrote this during the Philippines' Independence Day last year (June 12) and this roots from my hope to see change in my country.
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