Am I seeing things differently?
I see the slice of life past by me
Like copper turned to gold instantly
The magic of mixtures in alchemy

Am I bestowed with visions?
With no one see’s. Intuition?
Creepy… but I sense death, predictions?
It failed to amuse me. Abstraction!

My vision flies in depths
Cling onto oceans like death
Drowned, chasing breaths
Waking up soak in sweat upon my bed.

People screams and I listen
No comprehension, they are forgotten
Cannot count the numbers with my bare hands
How much more in desert sands

Difference in both of us
But I can tell who they might be
This might be a trick, thus
This is the magic in alchemy.

My life's a piece of poetry;
the ones who read are the        
ones who see
I am no ode nor a satire,
might be an elegy or a pun,
But how shallow my thought is,
it's no fun...


My life's a piece of prose;
the ones who write are the ones who are free
In the depths of my own existence,
in the darkness I wander,
in the light I yonder;
I am restless...

My life's a piece of literature;
the ones who know are the ones who judge
The thought of fear
my mind's never been clear,
To fathom my suffering
you need to read me so dear....


My life is a piece of me;
I will let you in, but I won't let you know.


#HP

Memories of the past
photographs, scenery.
Thoughts uncanny.

Shallow hope
dull moments
sweet scent
captured.

A song of dreams
memories to sing
this and that
a picture to see.

Life is a cup
properly filled
with joy, sadness
and love
pour a little more
it will spill endlessly
but spare
this bittersweet memories.

You are one of my favorite
and everybody knows it
you have that incredible wink
that even the biggest ship will sink
and with those amazing smile
you can even stop the time
for you are one unique human creature
with a beauty that surpasses the nature
for you have no limitation
and all the other generation
because your are one of them
and you are the brighter than gems

Together
We play, We eat, We sleep
Forever
the memories I will keep
With or without dimes
we are partner in crimes
Rainier
the name so fine
Artsier
he I can find
With or without dimes
we are partner in crimes
Brothers that are bound
Happiness ye shall found
For with or without dimes
we are partner in crimes

A December to remember.
The things that he did,
to the one
he truly loves.

‘Twas in the past,
the feelings the same.
Yes he did fancy things a lot
but the feelings for her
stayed the same.

He tried
but…
Yes, he tried
but could not find
A right time.

Perseverance was in his eyes,
but courage he could not find.

As seconds, minutes,
hours, months passed by
the feelings for her
never went astray.

Life is an open book
you can love it for its cover,
you can hate it for its content
and if her life is a book
he will love it from its cover
to its content
from its introduction
to its ending.

A December to remember,
Forever he will keep.

Everyday I see, A
Maiden filled with life.
Everyday I feel being
Loved.
Inside this maiden,
Tapped! My mother
A**lways I will love.

Life is an empty bottle,
forever collecting
but it will never be full.

In love, there is lust.
In money, there is greed.
In people, there is pride.
No matter what,
right of wrong,
happy or sad
we collect memories
and sealed it forever.

This bottle won't be full,
forever learning.
It will never overflow
but with learning's we can share
a penny worth of knowledge we can spare.

This bottle is empty.
It was never been full
because life is just
an empty bottle at all.
Forever alone.

In a room full of doves,
A wardrobe full of memories.
A box and A book
letters of the past.

Love was found in the rain,
there shines a rainbow.
River that smiles,
A kingdom full of fireflies
and a necklace of fate.

"When he opened the window
that morning,
the romantic breeze
signaled autumn coming.
He'll put that wind in the letter
and send it to her."

"When the sun shines on the sea,
He thinks of she.
When the dim moonlight
is on the spring,
He thinks of she."

Romantic Breeze,
it was a classic.
T'was fate that bound them together.
A love that's endless,
will forever be told.

I'm Full
y
deter
mined
to have
a
diet
even the cost,
is me
being
Hungry

The freezing wind blows,
to thy heart like a flower.
Beauty within.

A lizard crawling,
to the depths of the roadblock.
Grant all thy wishes.

A tree is lovely,
Strong, firm, resilient branch.
The leaves uncovered.

A river that flows,
trees, to the sky are singing.
Forever shall live.

In the midst of life,
There is  a thing of delight.
Love is thy delight.

In a gloomy day,
thunder struck and lighting blow.
Rain. 'Tis a blessing.

In life
there is death,
in every sentence
there's a period,
in every start
there's an end.
Don't run
if you don't want to stop
don't fall if
you're afraid to love.
Do not write if
you will leave
people hanging,
and...

He who does not speak his mind
He who does not utter words
He who stays with his fear
He whose Dreams won't come to reality

He who does not envy
He whose not insecure
He who loves her unconditionally
She who does not know

Again and again
He loves she
Endlessly.

Emotions of an empty book,
Shallow is thy self.
A seeker, Dramatic.
Drastic and forgetful
through the mass pond,
volatile in nature.

Sickening in behavior,
in frenzy of anger.
The life full of madness,
violence and chaos.

In thy urge
excitement arouse.
Not all are pleased
by this attitude,
A lunatic.
I pity thee,
whose insanity is defiant

Life is flurry,
whose agitation blows.
This is absurd,
this is Hysteria.

I'm Nobody!
Eager to think about,
find oneself. I doubt,
through poems I found,
In words I'm bound,
but...

I'm Nobody!
In depths I'm drowned,
oblivion surrounds!
"Life is but,"
No! It's not a dream,
you need to fit yourself in.

I'm Nobody!
Finds oneself dreary,
always weary,
but
to tell my name, I'm fond
to please the people I have
and
make them feel I'm dumb.

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
let me through
to take the path I chose!
to have the gold that once I knew.

I'm Nobody!
Yes! I'm Nobody!
swims
and
cannot reach the skies.

-E.R.A

I write through
my inspiration,
through my ideas
and from you.

I write with
honest words
about love
to you.

I write about
life and
my imagination
of me and you.

I write about you,
my inspiration
so I'll think this through.

The
Meta is new
Many is few
Fore is front
ready infront
The
world is loud
school full of crowd
ready to fight
power is might
meta is new
many is few
then
fire is ice
naughty is nice
black is enemy
the color of economy
fore is front
ready infront
meta is new
fewer and few
fore is front
blades are blunt
the
end is near
only
poets see it clear

There he was, mentally ill,
wanted to give his daughter
a life, not like his.
Without a mother.

A bag, A sailormoon.
It caused him death,
prison, and friends.
Miracle in Cell No. 7

Guilty not is he,
but the chief,
He's furious.
Made him tell a lie.

One, Two and Three
then a smile,
it's time to say goodbye

Cold as ice,
Hot air balloon they ride.
To go home,
she might, with her father they fly.

Years passed by,
friends of he survived.
to prove not guilty,
they stand together.

She have made her father proud,
the story of which no one can stand.
Miracle in Cell No. 7

In depths
        I was bewildered
         by people, temptation and
greed.

Drowned
    with fallacies
but,
Heaven sent.

A Guardian, An Angel
dressed.

In depths
   I was pulled
loved.

NO Ordinary love,
      No ordinary people can give
even giving life she did.

*My Mother,
My Angel,
My Savior.

She thy sweet in looking,
petite, attitude somehow evil.
skin so fair, lovely like a rose,
friends of anyone, my fair lady.
lucky are those

Women are fragile,
My fair lady you are a sunflower.
looking at she makes his heart stop
feelings of he, is on top.
My fair lady.

My fair lady you are indeed so fair,
and feelings of he is unconditional.

My fair lady you are his rose,
he loves she even with thorns.
he shall perish if thy rose is not taken care,
he loves she even if my fair lady is not fair.

He is afraid to see my fair lady being hurt,
it hurts he seeing my fair lady sad, crying.
Pity, my fair lady,
but he shall do anything to give my fair lady's sunshine.

My fair lady you are an angel,
coming from heavens above.
He shall never forget,
and never regret, being with my fair lady
is the only thing that he'll cherish till the end.

One night
around midnight,
I found myself
delusional
of this profound
illusion.

Looking through
the mirror.
I saw myself,
doing stuff she likes
providing things she wants
making her happy.
Twas’ beautiful
but…
it would have been magical
if
it was me.

Pretentious as I am,
I  found myself
delusional
of this
Perfect Illusion.

I see
Life is an open book
Pages shattered
As the sun smiles
Grinning upon me

As early as the morning dew
Like the first thing the rooster flew.

It is simple as ABCD
No! Just write freely
When the light becomes heavy
And my visions are blurry

I write with my own
With a heart of stone
Like eating a chewy bone
Gulp! Everything is gone.


See!
This is my poem
I write and read alone
Inside my prison room
In my mansion called home.

everyone doubted him
because of his attitude
his life is kinda dim.
they say he was rude
but with wisdom he was full
even Athena cannot rule
the way he talk's, it's like irony
even his jokes it's like poetry
he does not talk about love
not a typical Romeo in a plot
he was good at writing poems
he could possibly get Bragi's throne
his works are as white as doves
but nothings inside, his lines are blunt
he could not pierce a line in his audience
even the people around could not feel his presence
this words made him read more
and more and more poems
even Eddie and Bill
Maggie and May
in just, with a silver sky
up in the hill with a whistle
and his sweet spontaneous
he was drown into poetry
in love with rhythm and rhymes
writing and reading is not a crime
I hope his life wont end
both of us will still have a duet
he is a poet.

I spit lyric
lyrics that are generic
generic but somehow poetic
poetic in the sense of metaphoric.
Poetry must have structure
in order to preserve in the future.
Poetry without rhymes scheme
is like eating a cone without an ice cream
poetry is also good in free verse
but I'm writing this in one verse.
No line endings.
No verse cuttings
Yes! I'm a fan of Cummings,
Wordplay is a good thing
creative and fascinating.
This poem is generic
generic in the sense of simple lyric
simple lyric but somehow metaphoric
Yes! This is poetic.

Poetry is
when inspiration
becomes your will,
words
becomes your soul
style
becomes your pride
and the piece
itself becomes you.

I have this thoughts
living in my head
they might spill out.
I can say the words I want
I can do the things I want
but there are also things
I cannot say.
Suddenly! A chance arrives
we became friends.
The balloon in my heart explodes
I feel so light
but
I am not alright
hold tight.
Fly away!
To wherever you are
to this pure pure heart of mine
but this feelings won't change
even if you disappear.
Oh well, I don't mind.
You know, a poem
with honest and romantic words inside
is the best way
to say my feelings for you.
Words sweeter than sugar
Melodies hotter than fire.
I can't stop my heart beat.
Oh! A problem arrives
maybe you know who you are.
I am happy
but embarrassed
I am about to run.
Run away! To the mountain side
this rushing pure pure heart of mine.
Go on and on
into the nimbus clouds
through the clear skies
I will chase after you
even the red lights are up
I don't mind.

Don't flop,
measure every inch of your love.
Don't slack
get the angles of the host you love.
Don't cramp
even in a strand or a meter,
once you met her
rule her,
I mean if you fancy her
marry her.

There are too many numbers,
One can say forever.
Two others be alike,
Three or more can fight.
Four of them are friends,
Five days together, no loose ends.
Six can be nine,
but no one can take mine.
At the end it is better,
My favorite number is Seven

I am ready,
ready to confess.
I shouted your name
Katrina!
I shouted again
I love you!
I did it,
in the shadows of the dark
shh!
There is silence.

Nervousness runs through my veins
if I am with you.
I talk, I even shout
but there where no sound,
a man approaches
with a kiss.
I slipped.

I watch as you go to class,
I watch as you fall asleep,
I watch as you eat.
Yes, I followed you
Yes, I admired you.
Ha! forget it
I am just this close
so close!
but you chose someone
who watches others
rather than you!

Thou a friend, a classmate. one true blessing.
Books, pen and bags as well are gifts from them.
I for thee can't give a gift of a thing,
for only I can write poems with my pen

Fingertips are pointing the upper right
to choose a present for thee, there remain.
For thy sentiments are bound to delight,
thou friendship will forever be the same.

And many more blessings will come to thee,
and enjoy thy day, be full of laughter
be merry, be cheery. always be free
for I give this gift to the last hour.

And so long as my poem be sent to thee.
Cherish this, for this is my gift to thee

I,
defines love
as
Entoptic, for
love starts from
the eye.
Love is entreating,
as well as
it is entreated
your willingnes
to do things matter.
Love evolves
and it is enchanted.
Love is envious and
by love you envy.
Love is an epidemic
it spreads in no
time.
Love excels and
Love is excellent
but
Love is equal
and NO matter how
I define
LOVE
Love is still love
it is Erratic.

There are things that I wanted to say,
But diffidence is always in my way.
She is just one step away,
But
With her smile makes the sunshine in my gloomy day.

I can feel the coldness of a sea breeze
Its chilling touch makes me freeze
And as I hear her breathe
She knocks me out of my feet.

I can hear the beating of my heart,
It was her who made it start.
I never met this kind of art,
It will forever makes its mark.

Romanticist they say I was
But ‘twas ideas that I have.
I never speak of words about love

Her beauty is sparkling,
So lively.
Her smile is stunning,
It’s lovely
Her eyes are shining,
Blistering.
She is a deity.
Perfect yet fragile.


It is hard to say the things
You want the most
But, even if I cannot tell
How hard I fell
By these I am right
The two of us are not alike
But I want her to read and see
The true meaning of this poetry.

My life is wandering
through the bottomless pit of night
shallow darkness
with shadows through light.

I am a hollow
whos sleepless, eyes lurking
blinded with fright
always awake at night.

I am restless
when the tip of the mountain shines
come when flowers dew
when rooster sing anew.

I cannot sleep
even if counting sheep.
In the darkness I wander,
succumb
in light I yonder
under insomnia.

Waiting is awful. Now that I know, It is worst.

I found
Let’s see, a maiden
She is like a deity
A face I see
Untidy
Beautiful and lively.

Yes! With courage
I tried
to confess my love
to the maiden I found.

I will wait…

The curtain rises
together
with the maiden I found
changes.
A maiden with many faces.

The maiden wants this
and that
I am no billionaire
to buy all of that.

Yes! I do confess
my love to the maiden I found
but
there are others I doubt.

I bear with it
together with my friends
but I stopped
I know the maiden
is unworthy of my love.

I am no prince
with gold and rings
I am no genie
to satisfy her needs.

I found
Let’s see, a maiden
tempted with lust
and greed.

I was bewildered
Is this a maiden?
I was deceived
by this beauty,
by this trust
and by this love.

Love is unfair.
It keeps on coming
and coming
and it will never stop.

I found
Let’s see, a dummy
Yes! A dummy.
A deceitful dummy
filled with evil
and lies.

New faces, New people
New circle of friends
I was bewildered by this lady
Absolutely friendly

Started to talk, share and
Walk together.
Flowers, Roses, Chocolates and
even a dozen of doughnuts.
Not seeing this girl makes me nuts.

They say women are fragile
so is men's heart.
I may talk like I am addicted to love
but I am not.
Swallowed by my own desire.
Walls been torn apart,
then there I fall.

It started with a simple chat
but it ended up like I was caught in a trap.

I am who I am and I need to man up!
I started to takes things seriously
but...
This girl I met ain't too friendly.

She is just a mask
it took me months to see
like I was inside a flask
and are not meant to be.

She is just a mask
with words all over her face
User: Friendly.

-E.R.A

Give me some time to write
to give you the best poem, I might
this may lead you to delight
or end up. Annoyed with fight.
In darkness I see light
finish this poem in every sight.
I'll give you the best poem, I might
you are the reason why I write.

Give me some time to write.
To give thee the best poem. I might.
Thy face keeps popping on my mind.
Seeing you, I feel so light.
You are the reason why I write.