I am a player of words.
I will be the the one to grab you by the neck first
but I might show sympathy on you
kick you in the shins and call you a fool.

My pen can do wonders
crush kingdoms, **** children, point out your blunders.
It takes a movement of my hand to change it all
fulfill your dreams, defy science's laws
I can make your lover infertile
make you an illegitimate child
send you to the most brutal fight
or present you with the Nobel prize.
I can make you a part of a dirt poor family
I can make you live your life without a tragedy.
I can make you an old hunchback
who has seen failure
I can make you the knight
in his shiny armour
I can push you off the cliff from which you hanged
or give you a nice pair of fangs.

Oh yes, I am nefarious.
write words which are a mystery or hilarious.
I would rule this place if I had asked for it first,
I am a player of words.

I have painted your world in different colours
cheered for you when you got the medal of valour
I killed your favourite character? Go figure!
I can make you turn into someone else at full moon
I can torture the ones who were your muse
I can build a world of my own
Not taken down by any force
The fire in my veins cannot be extinguished
I will present you with people between whom you cannot distinguish
I can bathe in the tears of my readers
Don't underestimate words
through your spine they can send shivers.



They see me as danger
to trouble, I am no stranger
there is no extent to my freedom
I am half angel, half demon
I have had my mind drift away to places
I have made friends with the one with scarred faces
danced on waves,  sang in deserts
all of this can't be done in reverse
I have killed you using shells
I often write to vent.
I often **** the things which you clenched.
I hold onto your soul and the boredom you munched
isn't all of this fun?
I could be queen if i asked for it first
the world calls me an introvert
and
The player of words

Wondering down
the narrow hallway
Blank stares stolen
with nothing to say

Trying to exhaust
life's filthy emissions
Choking on
linear transmissions

Distance calling me
into deafening sound
Closing curtains
and water down

Invisible hands refuse my flight
Oh how I long for the wicked night
Yet time slips away no adrenaline flow
Killing me slowly starving my soul

Once I burned in passion bliss
To kick the bucket beyond the list
Experience gathered of blind ambition
To live forever without a mission

In an unknown space between the lines
Where gathering secrets erode the mind
I lived and lost the path of lies
No longer can I just survive...

It is eight o'clock, after dinner...
Only distant stars adorn a blue-black moonless sky
Quiet evening, no voices screaming,
No vendors calling...
Not one nocturnal sound, to prove the night's existence
I hear numbered footfalls above, 
A slightly, heavy weight, presses on the fiberglass roofing
Silently informing, 
Very careful not to startle me with the roof creaking
I am not scared of its presence, for it knows...
This is me...I do not fuss, I do not bellow
There is no one else, it is only me it always follows,
Hidden in the dark, on me it never lurks...
A welcome cloaked friend, this stray cat in the shadows...


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Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

one must learn,

time and time again,

to love oneself with
a gentle
and forgiving heart,

as you walk the path,
to enlightenment.

There's some leftover gasoline
A few ashes too          
          Inside my heart
From the last loser      
Who tore me apart
                You could use that          
       To light a fire in my soul
               Just grab a match      
     Make a tiny little spark
       Love me right    
Brighten my heart              
Keep my flame burning
   Treat my love
Like priceless art              

*All you need to do
Is breathe oxygen in my vicinity
To keep it lit

Is there such
a thing as a soul mate?

I don't know

I'm just learning
about me
How can I expect
someone else
to know me?

Granted
It would be
Lovely to
really be understood
or
would it?

I must travel
my own path
lonely though it may be
at times

And as for being
understood
I suspect it is highly
overrated...
Or
is it?

let go of insecurities and judgment upon self,
embrace acceptance.



© Pax

Mend my heart
Stir it with emotion
Gone to the soul
Black as the ocean