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2.8k · Mar 2015
My What If
Diane Mar 2015
What if
we fell unto
each other's
arms?
Showed you the
2x2 picture
of yours
still at the folds of my wallet?

What if I chose your favorite
Ice cream flavor
everyday
at the Ice cream shop
We once went to?

What if I chose
your favorite
pizza parlor,
hugged you even more,
and told you
"You'll love what I have for you."

What if I
kissed harder
and told you what I feel?

What if I
held you closer
caressed your beautiful face
and marveled at your
magnificent eyes?

What if I
told you
Right now
everything I want
you to know?

And what if
I did everything
I wanted to do,
and let you
feel
and
know
How much
**I love you?
1.3k · Jul 2015
A Hopeful Grimm
Diane Jul 2015
The more you think about it,
The more it seems confusing.

The more I tell you stories,
The more you'll discover
Who I am
And
What I was..

But telling you these,
Makes me feel closer to
you.
But, everytime
I show you my cracks,
My fears,
My fragile and humane
Personality,
The more it pains me
To hear your words
And stare at the sky
telling myself that
I am

alright.

You are
The string
That attatches my
sanity.
But you are the scissors
That can
Cut my throat
And let me choke
On my own
Cold blood.

Your smile is so perfect, so natural.

**And your words are true and sharp, like the blade cutting the shackled animal.
My nightmares are converted into reality and poetry.
1.3k · Apr 2015
No Regrets
Diane Apr 2015
They say that
once you've grown up,
you're going to make
A LOT
of
Mistakes

Then,
I ask you,
Have you done
any mistakes?
Mistakes that are worth
of many dreams
you wished to pursue,
but then
crushed by any of our
idiotic decisions?

I tell you,
my dear beloved heart,
you're right.

It was idiotic,
shameful
but dear heart,
you
are
still
beautiful.

Regrets
are just chances
you took
and see it
as if
it was a huge
mistake.

Dear heart,
where are you now?

You've gone through enough.

And now,
you can be
the wingless angel
that few can adore.

Or,
you can be
a hornless demon
that everyone cursed for.
1.1k · Apr 2015
It's so Easy
Diane Apr 2015
It's so easy..
To find
Those beautiful eyes,
To love
That flawless skin,
To hold
That gentle hand,
To look
At her beauty.

It's so easy..
To prepare
Colorful flowers,
To write
Little notes,
To sing
Romantic songs,
To cherish,
Sweet moments.

Like in a room
Full of flowers
Smelling like
Heaven.
You prance around
Admiring the
beauty. The flowers
Are more than
What you can
Ask for.

But that heaven is temporary.

Those flowers will
Wilt.
Those stems
Will crumble
And petals
Will fall.
The leaves
Will be dead
Like there was nothing
At all.

It's so easy..
To find
Another soul,
To love
Another feature.
To hold
A different moment
To look
At the present.

It's so easy..
To prepare
For the future,
To write
To another,
To sing
A different note
To cherish
The present joy.

It's so easy
to fall in-love..
But not so easy
to *stay.
1.0k · Mar 2015
My Angel
Diane Mar 2015
My own little angel.
So happy and free.
Oh why should I see
This art of glee?

My beloved little angel
What got wrong?
Your wings torn apart
You singing a bad song?

My little angel
How could this be?
You were the happiness
I could ever commit to thee.

Oh little angel,
What false have I seen..
*You weren't really heaven,
But a demon, ready to sin..
1.0k · Mar 2015
Presence
Diane Mar 2015
Every time I opened the door,
You were there.
You smiled, laughed.
Cared and hugged.

You were there
To kick me up,
Pull me closer,
And silenced my inner demons.

I was here.
Clinging to said promises,
Breathing sweet air,
Your authentic scent.


Now where are you?
The cold air kissing my nose,
Hugging my body,
Emptying the warmth of sweet hope.

Shall I keep
The spaces
Between my fingers
Warm?

I'll wait 'til I find you.
'Til I find my own solace.
Reunited in my arms,
*Your sweet embrace.
Seeing you, ignoring me, felt like a thousand knives stabbed on to every part of my body. Except for my eyes. Because it was cruel enough to see you walk away from me... You made me hope. I'm hoping. But where are you now?
986 · Mar 2015
Hear me out, it's for you.
Diane Mar 2015
I'm just a girl
With the usual smile,
Usual laugh
Even the typical
red lipstick and mascara.

I'm just
the usual girl
with a Twitter account,
Instagram,
and Facebook.

But you know,
all these things
are not so worth it..

Not unless,
I use these for you
to
notice me,
cherish me,
adore me
and maybe..
Just maybe...


Love me.

It's your look,
the way you dress,
your tweets
flicks a heart string.

But sometimes,
ignites a spark within me.

It's is for the best.
But what if the best is not for me?

Look at me.
And tell me
you're still here.


Boy,
I ain't over you..

*Not now..
Not yet..
946 · Jan 2015
Flame
Diane Jan 2015
Every fantasy I claim,
Feeds up my own
little Flame.
925 · Jun 2015
The Victim of A Victim
Diane Jun 2015
There is love.

And love is said to be beautiful.
Spontaneous.
Ever so lovely.

But when I look at you,
Do you hear me saying that you should stay away?

Do you hear me begging
That you should keep me
Astray..

my dear love.

All I ever did was pound you,
hurt you
And
Ever
So
Simply...

Ignore you..

My love..
Can't you see?
I'm not that innocent girl
You used to see..

My lovely fellow,
How can't you know?
Sticking around beside me
Makes me wanna blow (explode)?

Fair human..
What do you see..
I'm afraid to say..
We're not meant to be..

My dear lover...
Do you need to know?
That my knees are bleeding
For you to go...

I'm such an evil person,
Of course you'd say no..
But whenever we hiss,
You tell the written sins that you know..

I know who I am..
And I'm not proud, you see?
I'm not perfect either,
Like you. Who doesn't see?

Not just that..
Other parties contradict..
You don't know how much I loved you..
They don't know that they make me sick..

My faithful friend,
What can you do?
How can it stop
*When you're loving me too..
Rant.
923 · May 2015
Requiescence?
Diane May 2015
The moon lays down,
On the field with leaves full of grace.
Tis where the memories I've had earned,
Now, beyond my embrace.

In the loom, unseen,
the weaver rests their head,
for even in the makings of fate,
one tires, one always gets tired.

But one breathes deep,
With a worn out stare,
To marvel, not at the piece nor wool,
But at the threads they'll never wear.

And one sighs heavy
with a weary gaze;
to lament, not at their own misery,
but at the passing of insipid days.

But these does not tremble,
The little faith of their young.
They still dream of heroes and gold,
Not one inch of  forlorn love.

With light,
glowing gently
gilded in gold
giving gravity
grievance for
keeping them
grounded.

After breathing, one brings a smile.
Not from joke
but joy
Of the young laughing for miles.

And the hope in their eyes,
like a love that never dies,
is the reason for my solace.

For the peace of my mind,
And the insipid days that pass through,
I now marvel at the threads,
Now a piece that stays true.

Like the red thread of Fate,
of Kismet, of Destiny,
I am happy in your embrace.
I am happy here with you.


Now one rolls his sleeves,
Doing the work again,
Remembering the love of his fate,
Made him sew *again.
A collab poetry with a dear friend of mine. :)
910 · Jan 2015
My Secret Admiration
Diane Jan 2015
Though our worlds never met
And that love of yours never reached my depths
I want you to see that I've always known
I've always waited, always looked, always was happy.

And now that there's this new chapter of hate
yet another chance.
I want you to know know that
I admired your little efforts.

Though, knowing I'm not right for you,
I let you do these things of eros.
Now that you see the truth,
I want you to love again.

With smiles, with pure happiness.
But not of mine,
But for the person who's going to make you happy.
Happier than I can ever manage,

*My dear friend.
Diane Mar 2015
I loved you ..
And  you meant so much..

I never thought that
I 'd cry this much
Just for me to see
That you're never going to be here with me..

Ever.

I'm screaming
I'm shaking
I'm wishing
that someday
you'd look back
and say that you  miss me too..

I'm begging to stop
myself
from this chaotic sanity.

Biting my lip,
whispering to the air.

*I love you.
I wish you knew.
814 · Feb 2015
Robin
Diane Feb 2015
You used to be
Someone I loved,
someone I cared about,
Someone I cherished,
and someone I held.

Forced myself into thinking,
that I will always love you
Even if the idea of the perfect person
I thought you were,
was gone forever.

I loved you,
But never had you again.
I held on to you,
But you pushed me away.

How was I going to live?
when my perfect dream became a nightmare?

Now,
I'll go forth.
To the happiness
That sought my worth.

Then, I will no longer regret,
No longer be lonely.

And have the courage to say that,
**"You're no longer my Robin."
787 · May 2015
United
Diane May 2015
Should I go back
to that tiny tinsel town
where you and I first met?
Should I go back to that place,
after everything I've done,
to where I know that you are waiting?

Should I keep these little notes?
All from the corners of dinner napkins.
Or the little gifts you make?
Every inch filled with joyous bait.

Taking me back, and forward,
and in every direction
as long as I knew it would lead to you,
and every road lead to you.

But each step I take,
Knowing that it's you,
Makes me wonder how
Important my presence is to you..

And here, I realize
that I matter.
For you have kept me even
with my faults.
and there are many,
but they were never too much for you.

So I sit here, in the middle of the road.
Probably waiting for you
To come to me this time,
To see if you love me as much as I do.

And the cars,
and the people,
and the sounds
that I see,
and hear,
and witness
add up to that moment.

The air, the mist,
The little birds that fly.
The towers, the windows,
Contribute to our
Little scenes
That go by.

And my breath never caught,
nor my soul ever faltered,
for I knew, without a doubt
that you would come for me.

Now, I see,
Your graceful glance
Now turns into a stare,
No hate but love.
Not a word about little despair.

And in that moment,
with the wind in your hair,
with streetlights shining
like stars everywhere,
I see everything clearly.

I see your eyes filled with delight.
But your hands shaking with fear.
I can assure you, love,
I can hug you right here.

I will hurt you no longer,
I will stay always near.
Believe me when I say
that with you, I am happy here.

I touch your skin,
so fair and soft.
You now see me smile,
Like you are the one after all.

And I knew, without a word,
that you will always be here for me.

Now let's go forth and let the
world know
How precious love is
From

You and me

*Together.
Another collab poetry with a dear friend. This has been a wonderful experience for me. Also, his words speaks about my thoughts very clearly. :)
710 · May 2015
Options
Diane May 2015
You tell yourself that
there are things worth
fighting for.

You tell yourself that
there must be some other way
for you
to survive,
for you
to redeem.

Diverge.
Converge.
Plan.
Lay out.


What can you do?
What else can you *say?
690 · Nov 2015
I Was Enough
Diane Nov 2015
After a year, you talk
Like I was
Already alright.

I am. I am now better.

But I was enough
For you to think
That you have
Enough ears, enough eyes
To look at you.
feel you
Touch you



I was mesmerized
By the idea
That you were
More than enough...

You were a dream.
were..

I should be happy,
I should be okay

maybe these are the same thoughts in your pretty little head

Thing is I'm okay
I'm alright

I'm better now.

**Alive.
686 · Jan 2016
Never Easy
Diane Jan 2016
It was never easy,
To love and maybe find somebody
Who would love
The whole.

What was unique?
You may ask with small verses
And even with rhymes.
But it was never easy
To fall, to tilt or to even glance
Right at the person you knew was enough.


It was never easy,
To stand up, look up and even breathe,
Because maybe you think that
Someday in this dark world,
There would someone
Enough for you.
And who would be
Satisfied with who you are.

But, for me, it was never easy,
thinking that someday, he would love someone more than I could.
And maybe in that someday, we are both in each other's arms, wishing that was never today
.

And it was never easy,
to heal your wounds, scratch the old skin, form a new life..
But all of that pain and suffering,
Offers a brighter tomorrow.


And maybe in that someday,
*You'll find the love that was always yours.
655 · Apr 2015
Poetry
Diane Apr 2015
Poetry is like art.

It has your own subliminal meaning,
yet,
people can understand it in their own way.
644 · Apr 2017
Bottled Emotions
Diane Apr 2017
For so long I've wondered how
Dreadful would it be
For me to forget how complicated
Things are between
You and my thoughts
At 12 am, caressing a cigarette.

Darling, you were the song to my music,
The dreaded prince to my long gone story
Of whatever happiness this world
Made me believe.

As I speak the words of longing,
My eyes wander to the stars,
Hoping you'd hear the hints of my
Bottled up emotions.

I am leaking.
Leaking with fear, self doubt.
I don't want to bleed
Bitter memories, ugly utterances of
How miserable it is
To love you.

I am spinning in one place,
Trying to stay, trying to heal
The cracks of my broken
Faith in you.

I love you, darling I do.
Even if I have bottled emotions that I'll never show you.
Out of the blue crap.
530 · Feb 2015
Mind works.
Diane Feb 2015
His aggregation of thoughts amaze me,
His hermetic personality confuses me.
Temporal happiness and succumb fantasies,
Meshugges my own flamboyant melody.

Little did my mind know,
His words redounds to my feelings.
Purveys my thoughts into colder thinking,
That I should exscind  him out for my sake of healing.
525 · Apr 2015
Dots
Diane Jun 2015
I sit in silence,
Staring at the stars
Ablaze. I sit on
The concrete floor,
Thinking if you were still
amazed.

My mind ponders,
And my lips are at ease,
But my ears are ringing
From your words that
are pleading..

I sit here in silence,
But I feel the warm air.
Not a cold night,
Not a day to spare.

I see anger, tears,
Murmurs and hate.
Maybe dear God
Never made
me
Your fate.

The moon now sings
A lullaby for the stars..
Oh my love,
Can you hear that from afar?


You glare at the grass,
Now I see a blurry sight.

I lowered my head,
To meet your lips
So full of fright.


Yet I leave you questioned
With my actions displayed.
A night of thoughts uncovered,
**Words unsaid.
453 · Jan 2015
Balter with an Angel
Diane Jan 2015
Nonchalant greetings and vigilant stares,
An alluring excitement with a striking flare.
Yet all of these things seep with fear,
All hidden under a pirate sneer.

To know of something of what's up there.
To feel the joy of what hell can fear.
Wondering if earth has a chance to be great,
One more chance with a little less hate.

May I ask an angel to calm me from my nerves?
To fly me away from sorrow and pain.
Though lovely people are everywhere in this world.
I need an angel to let my love be regained.

Blue eyes with a bow and arrow,
A halo full of light and yellow.
Wings with speed and full of skill,
A character full of free will.


We'd sing and dance to no rhythm and beat.
Play with harps and sandals on our feet.
Holds me close and makes me guffaw,
Being the single foolish and fair thing I ever saw.


May I ask an angel to come for me now?
To be my salvation in this world of mine now.
To adore, to love, to cherish and to hold.
**To balter to music and let our story be told.
452 · Jun 2015
Friends?
Diane Jun 2015
I am now in silence.
Waiting for a response.
I've deactivated my accounts,
to see if anyone will respond.

Now what I call family,
Is now a question of mine.
Do you guys really care?
Or someone just have to speak up
for them to share?


I now questions my friendships
with the ones I have now.
I suppose only a few
will ask
**how am I now
429 · Jan 2015
Are You Worth It?
Diane Jan 2015
My thoughts were sealed in silence,
But my mind screamed a thousand words.
My lung stole strips of air,
Too shocked to shake my nerves.

My hands tremble with hate.
My chest  overwhelmed with pain.
O! What just do I want to catch?
From the utterance so plain.

My vision started to fog,
From tears so  fragile and clear.
My lips quiver with plead,
Along with a voice blared with fear.

"Are you worth it?", he said,
Using notions of irrelevance,
In-taking shots of bitter liquor,
Without a single glance.
Diane Jan 2015
Fell in-love
with
the wind.
Never
saw
him
**again.
Diane Jun 2015
Pain is better than
Nightmares.
Nightmares are better than
Fear.
Because with fear,
You can't start living.

Pain is the general way of how are
You going to get through life.

There are many different kinds
Of pain.

Nightmares are your subconscious
Weakness.
You'll get it when you're
Asleep,
Eventually haunting you.

Fear is a foe of many.
Fear is haunting you
Whether you're awake or asleep.
Fear is something that will
Drive everything
In the first place.

Fear trigger nightmares and pain.
Fear is the result of nightmares and pain.

Fear drives the nightmares.
Nightmares gives your pain.
Your pain is your fear.
410 · Jun 2015
Hey..
Diane Jun 2015
She is so beautiful.
The way she writes the letters
That will make your
Heart skip a beat.

Then I realized.

*I can never make you
Love me
Like the way
She did to you.
404 · Mar 2015
Mindful Thoughts
Diane Mar 2015
Touch their little face,
With every trace of faith.

Marvel their beauty,
Tell them they're the perfect lily.

Hold their hand with comfort,
Let them know their worth.

Dance with them tonight,
Guide them into the light.

Kiss them with every bit of love,
With a rhythm of a song to be sung.

Their hands, their hair, their heart.
Oh, what a happy treasure to part.

Whisper empty promises.
To let them know, nonetheless.

Smile with a charm,
Not knowing their sacred harm.

Stare into their eyes, let them see,
Of what kind of demon you can be.

Mesmerized and horrified,
Yet, they still believes the lies of thy bet.

Now leave without a word,
Like a swipe of a silent sword.

They'll seek and find you,
*Howling to the moon behind you.
354 · Jan 2015
You were tragic, my love.
Diane Jan 2015
As the moon lit the grass from far away
And the wind sings along with your heartbeat.
I feel like a Giselle, beholding your formal past,
And unfold a twist within our path.

Your smile may sting like the Dickens.
And your words may be poison to my ears.
But the spell of lust had shaken me,
From the established wounds of fears.

Your eyes shine bright like the galaxies,
Each glance plants a star on my face.
Each slow, sweet gesture,
Draws constellations I can never trace.

You pulled me closer, dear.
With an embrace, so warm but, yet so unloved.
And an agonizing whisper that says,
**"I can never be enough."
345 · Jun 2015
Untitled
Diane Jun 2015
You
don't
know
how
much
I
love
you
339 · May 2015
My Last Farewell
Diane May 2015
Since I was young,
I was taught to stay,
hug, and kiss good bye.
But right now,
I'd never thought
that you wouldn't
hear our last good bye.

Every time I would see you,
I would be prim and proper.
And each time I see you,
You're surprised I've grown taller.

Each  day you'd go
and come back home,
you never forgot the people
who's welcome you home.

Though we never talked,
nor had real conversations,
you still thought of us
at least in some occasions.

You wouldn't know,
and probably never would,
but I dream for you to be proud,
like a little girl should.

I dreamed of talking about,
what I can and could do.
To make you laugh
with the jokes I learned at school.

I'm not even eighteen,
but I see you here,
and I wish to see you living
and welcoming us somewhere.

We rarely see each other,
but it is always a fun time.
And we'd wait again,
to hear a call from you chime.

To you, my dear Ninong,
I never asked much.
But I  wish one more day,
to be with you and have lunch.

But your eyes rest,
all we hear is silence.
And we wish to see you again
even with patience.

With our hearts mourning,
We ask God that you're in heaven.
I give you my last farewell,
hoping you're enlightened.
In memory of my Ninong (godfather), Dr. Benji Benitez.
333 · Dec 2015
Stay
Diane Dec 2015
But you never stayed anyway.
328 · Mar 2016
My Dear
Diane Mar 2016
For even days, months, or years,
I see the world as if it was another plane,
A plane for curiosity, pain, and joy.

I breathe in simple air, as if my lungs were embedded with the same spark of freedom.

Though I walk with silver heels, as if I float along with my golden gown,
I never thought of thinking,
"How would it be amazing if my demons were in twined  with your angels?"

I look at you, as if your lips were the treasures I want to seek,
The life in your eyes takes me beyond than what I would think doing.

I touch you with a simple graze yet it is enough for me to pound myself into reality.

Though your arms were as gentle as the pillows I seek at night, I see to it that my heart is caged in a box, unless you shoot me a glare to think otherwise.

My dear, you are the best escort of the day.
I laugh at the idea that I am here, wishing to dance with your grace,
Wishing to learn to move with my demons craving for more,
And to the idea that your angels will never mine as someone much more.
313 · Jan 2015
You had to be there
Diane Jan 2015
You had to be there
To kiss me
To love me
And
To hold..

You had to be there
*To leave me
To hurt me
At the depths
So cold..
309 · Jun 2015
To My Last Breathe
Diane Jun 2015
Knowing everything
From the very start.
Made me feel smart.

But there is one thing
That I'd say to the old me..

Your mind now wonders
To the mistakes you've done
Then you see yourself
There could only be one.
258 · Jan 2015
Would it be okay?
Diane Jan 2015
Would
It be
Okay
If I mentioned
The wind
Your name?
It's not that
I whisper a spell
Over your name.
It's
Just
That
Your name
Reminds
Me
About you.
Would
It be
Okay if
Your name
Reminds me
All the
Beautiful things
About
You?
240 · Dec 2018
2:34 am
Diane Dec 2018
It's 2:34 a.m. and you're not here with me tonight,
For all the days and nights I used to talk to you alright,
For all the parts of me you didn't see right,
And for all the mixed signals and now dimmed light..

To a universe full of wishes,
Full of hopes and dreams turned for a blind eye.
Times we were alone and hopeful..
Here's for us, once we never wished we'd end with a sigh.

Love can stare right at me
Tell me all its secrets and deepest desires
Love can kiss me and hold me
Yet I still teach myself to ignite a fire.

Love can be reading a book,
Solving a problem, or distance.
Love can tell me I'm beautiful..
Or it can teach me how to dance.

Now it's 3:13 am
I don't know why I don't see you alone
For what it's worth?
I can't stop staring at my phone.

For all the little things and the biggest smiles,
For your unprecedented touch and unknown feelings..
For the words I wish I can say,
It was 2:34 am when I didn't want you leaving.
224 · Jan 2015
What if?
Diane Jan 2015
What if I kept on walking on the left side of sea people?
What if I ignored that group of people?
What if I kept on walking on the pavement rather than pausing at one corner?
What if I scurried away, held more tight of the books I've been carrying to bring home from school?
What if I walked straight ahead and didn't glance at any direction at all?

Then I would be bumping into somebody else.
I would be looking at someone else.
I would be admiring someone else.
I would be talking to someone else, having a delightful conversation, exchanging information and smiles.
And I might as well be looking back at someone else, waving good-bye and probably enjoy the next days, months, years with him.

*What if all of those things did happen, and yet I still chose you?
I'm a newbie. Sorry.

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