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 May 2021
JK Cabresos
your languor
for our elation;

your torment
for our delight;

your debts
for our salvation;

your hunger
for our appetite
 May 2021
JK Cabresos
the good thing about being lied
is you'll learn how
to cry
in silhouetted corner
of your room
that once
was your world—

the good thing about being lied
is you'll know how
to smoke
that piece of cigarette
hiding in your closet
to get rid of his kisses
that still linger
in your breath—

the good thing about being lied
is you'll get hurt so bad
that you'll realize
the feeling
of how it excites you
to be alone again
 Apr 2020
JK Cabresos
God gave us
second chances,
so let's cut these
velvet ropes.
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 Apr 2020
JK Cabresos
The world 
is sleeping with gun 
under its pillow,
dreaming of fa­ntasies
to efface sorrows.

𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦.

The world 
is­ sleeping in terror.
This is the coldest war 
of the year.
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 Mar 2020
JK Cabresos
her words
are savory
i might
devour,

but i
should escape
from her
maneuvers
Copyright ©️ 2020
 Mar 2020
JK Cabresos
love a poetry,
destined to pen;
a mind's diary,
a heart's healing
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 Mar 2020
JK Cabresos
I write poetry
in the midst of solitude

of infinite miseries
I yearned to elude

words engraved
in a rose-kissed canvas

are fragments of hidden
memoir of the past.
Copyright ©️ 2020
 Mar 2020
JK Cabresos
Cherish the scar
that once puzzled
you to believe.

Cherish the scar
that once vexed
you to forgive.

Cherish the scar
that once broke
your heart.

Cherish the scar
that once ripped
you apart.

Cherish the scar
that once was
your haven.

Cherish the scar
for you to take
the risk again.
Copyright ©️ 2020
 Mar 2020
JK Cabresos
Memories
were made
to die,
like the sun
bid the moon
goodbye.
Coron, Palawan, Ph
 Sep 2019
her
I sit in my room and turn off the lights.
Windows draped with black out curtains.
My eyes are wide open, but it doesn’t make a difference.
It’s the same color as when they’re closed.
Most people like their canvases to be white..
But I draw better in the dark.
I speak and let the words surround me until I can see them
I allow them to join together in holy matrimony,
I listen to them say their vows to one another, pledging the sweetest allegiance to themselves
They conceive pictures that I could have never fathomed
Paintings I could never draw
I watch them dance all around me
Vibrant
So vibrant
I want to touch them, but I let them be  instead
I can’t believe they once lived inside of me
This is love
This is existence
This is creation
I am Mother Nature.
 Dec 2018
JK Cabresos
You were once mine.
You were a dream
then a reality,
now just a memory.
I accept it,
even it's hard to do,
but I have to let you go,
to let you see the world
without me,
to let me find
the missing piece of this heart,
that I thought I found in you
Copyright © 2018
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