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Dec 5 · 86
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In the dead of night
eyes are naught but blinking.
Fatigue stands idle, unmoving
yet the mind drifts, tethered to the ceiling.

Shadows writhe and slither
murmuring tales of unrest.
Ticking gears—a steady rhythm
mocking the silence in me.

Dreams flickering in and out
my goal under a cruel tease.
The mind under a riptide sea
churning and rolling in its depths.

Amidst this quiet chaos
finally, fragility settles.
Unbound solace pouring
beneath the moon's timeless gaze.
Oct 22 · 44
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A casual meeting, a simple scene.
a stolen glance, a whispered word,
A spark ignited a connection, an intimacy
so intense the moment was, they never recovered.
inspired by a quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Oct 22 · 19
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I still cling to a small childish dream,
that in this vast sinking ship of a world.
There is someone out there, completely, utterly,
only and absolutely destined for me.

And when we meet the sun and stars will sigh,
a cosmic whisper for everything to hear,
in a chorus of exasperated relief—
"At last!"
inspired by a quote I read a long while ago. I can't remember the person who quoted it, but it hit a certain part of my brain that I can't seem to forget it.
Nov 2020 · 120
One Wish
I did not get to know the sun;
Or the moon when the day is done.
I did not get to know the breeze;
I bet it makes people feel at ease.

How does it feel to be warm or cold?
Why do trees change colors when they get old?
But it is okay—I am at peace,
I understand your choice at least.

I tell you this because I know I can't stay;
I was too soon, the both of you cannot sway.
The motions of your young adult life;
Your dreams of a family, as husband and wife.

I just have one wish, Mommy, Daddy—
Please, don't forget about me.
Though my life was brief, let love remain;
Live my life, full of love, not pain.
Nov 2020 · 1.0k
Sympatheia
Truth be told I cannot tell
why people, each and all still fail
to see the twinge, the strain of their neighbors bear,
blinded by prejudice and leaders they declare?
Mar 2020 · 138
Whipped
Broken lyrics, I can not speak the words,
crushed poets, hope and love, long lost.
An explosion of the soul, effectively blurred,
why do you restrict me so?

Salvation, from the start was for naught,
caught in a trap, enticed by which I sought.
Lust, Greed and Pride, trinity reigned,
in your heart, nothing else is contained.
Mar 2020 · 120
New God
Break the mold,
leave conformity behind
Bring total obliteration
to the fear of individuality.

Follow what makes your blood boil
Go ahead and set fire to your very soul
For in the ashes of your humdrum remains
Lies a new god—bent under your control
Mar 2020 · 115
I Burned my Tongue Once
I burned my tongue once
praising the saints of Men,
For they have provided but a scarlet letter
to the strongest of sexes.
Mar 2020 · 117
Abyss
I endured the darkness
hoping to see stars,
But all I saw is the Abyss
and it is staring back.
Feb 2020 · 293
Coma
Deep sleep, my body's rigid, unwavering,
peering unto the abyss, staring back
Undeterred, resolution unmatched,
I will escape the prison of my mind
Feb 2020 · 445
Devil
Peace escapes me,
immaculate I am not.
Demons plague the darkness,
no light can pierce the rot.

Tyranny needs a foothold
and my soul wholly provided.
All that is left is me,
For I am the Devil in the White City
Dec 2019 · 464
Belo
Ako ngayo'y nakatayo, naghihintay,
hindi mapakali, buong puso'y nakaantabay.
Sa pagbukas ng dalawang pinto sa dulo, sa hangganan,
lahat ng tao, nakaabang, tayong dalawa'y magkahagkan.

At sa wakas heto na nga,
sa umaalon **** belo ako'y napahanga.
Aking mga mata, patak ng luha'y di mapigilan,
ngiti at galak ko'y walang mapaglagyan.

Sa harap ng diyos, mahal, ako'y nangangako,
parehong saya at hirap, tayong dalawa ang aako.
Ikaw lamang at wala nang iba,
Hanggang ang apoy ng buhay ay hindi na maglinga.
Inspired by an Instagram post
Dec 2019 · 379
Sun
Sun
He looked at her like she was the sun,
in that, he never looked at her except in frustration.
Basking in her warmth; complaining in its absence,
still, looking at her fails his minute admiration.

On days when she feels strong, he hid
on moments that she is muted, infuriating.
He never looked, that he never did
not until she was already leaving.

And in the crimson landscape that she had left behind,
the beautiful sunset, burning the oceans of yore
With a pang of regret from the back of his mind
He wondered, why he had never seen her before
Inspired by a Tumblr post
Dec 2019 · 386
Little Prick
You are the thorn on my side,
the little ***** inside the skin of my thumb.
You are that constant pain in my neck,
that won't disappear even if I crack it numb.

I hate you with every fiber of my being,
not a day goes by without my life left ruined.
You annoy the ******* **** out of me,
But I just can't seem to set myself free.
Dec 2019 · 979
Nalunod na
Hindi na ako makahinga,
pinipilit ang sariling bumangon.
Nasa ilalim ng mabigat na bunga,
ng aking mga pagkakamaling naglaon.

Natatakot, nangangamba,
sa pagsilang ng umaga.
Sa hudyat nitong kasama, laging dala,
ang siklo ko'y muli nang nagsimula.

Lalaban, lalarga, makikibaka,
sa alon ng buhay, mabagal, nalunod na.
Ngunit nang mata'y nagkasalubong, nagkita,
aksidente nga ba o matamis na tadhana.

Sa pagitan ng pawis at dugo at luha
ng mga tao na ngayon tayo ay nasa gitna.
Mayroon ako, ikaw, gustong ipahiwatig,
pero pareho tayo, boses, napatid.

Pagkakataon lumisan na,
ikaw ang nauna, ako'y nasakal ng pangamba.
Muling sinubukan, ipagtagpo ang mga mata,
hindi kita malilimutan.
Inspired by an Instagram post

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