the point has come
daggers wounding your skin
walls are pressing you in
then music will play victory
good news you wanna hear
are coming, and that's good
but no such feeling could
reach your core and encounter it
-- just pure nothing.
hold on, worry not my dear..

i will lift emptiness with you

oo nga eh, nakakapagod.
masakit 'di ba?
hindi lang ikaw.
'wag kang hahanap
ng dahilan para sumuko
marami na ang nagtagumpay
at nakasulat ang pangalan mo
sa talaan ng mga susunod pa
asahan mo na
mas lalo pang hihirap
mas lalo pang sasakit
ngunit tumayo ka d'yan dahil...


                                          
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kakayanin mo!

I, as a claustrophobic,
it is even worse to be trapped
in memories created by us
but left to be cherished by me
alone...
it's so many!
that there's no more space
for peace and self-healing
and you, as you are,
do not care.

you compared yourself
to the moon
hideous, unwanted
you shine in the night
when it's cold
some said you're beautiful
I believed you are
but more than that
you underestimated the moon
not knowing that
i am a selenophile

he's so sweet
like a forehead kiss
that he does when i'm scared
or worried or insecure about
how i look
imagine how a sugar
became everything nice and
that was him
because he's so sweet
and it feels like an epinephrine
was introduced into my bloodstream

many will love a red rose
but few will love its thorns

many will like a blue sky
but few will not curse the rain

many will adore the moon
but few will actually gaze at it