Dec 2017 Juin
and then I asked you,
"What's your biggest fear?"

you gave me a quivering sigh,
looked at me straight in the eyes
and said,

"It's that eventually, you will see me
the way I see myself."
  Dec 2017 Juin
Loneliness is;

Being surrounded by a wealth of people
Forever feeling so poor.
To observe and have so much to say
Communication a chore

The gulf of distance between two friends
Despite being so close
The desire to celebrate and entertain
But nobody to host

To be sat in the warm glow of the fire
But feel so bitter with cold
See life going on all around you
Never truly in the fold.

To know of your family's embrace
But never be held.
To understand the beauty of colour,
But only see grey.

I am here,
Can you see me?
Do I matter
To any degree?
  Dec 2017 Juin
No one understands me.
I am,
a piece of unfathomable information,
an unsolvable math equation,
an indescribable organism,
a question incapable of answers,
a mystery unsolved,
the artifact never touched,
a forest uninhabited,
the thoughts no one think of,
the water no one swims in,
the ground no one walks on,
the dreams no one dreams of,
a story never thought of,
a map no one follows.

No one understands me.
I am simply there,
as a person,
walking down the halls,
crossing the street,
taking the bus.

I am simply
just there
as I always am.
And I know
that no one gets me.
I just don't want
to do anything about it.

So I remain a wonder to this world.

  Dec 2017 Juin
I whispered it at night,
but no one heard my voice,
they didn't have the time to notice,
but it was there,
a cry for help,
hanging in the chilly air,
barely a breath being strangled by fear,
but it was there,
a cry for help.
  Dec 2017 Juin
Stephanie Franco
Sometimes I have good days
Where I feel like sadness
Has absolutely no way of catching up to me.
But then there are other days...
Those days of blank emotions
And completely disassociating myself
From the rest of the world.
I don’t feel real.
I feel numb and loose.
And I drown myself in defeat.

These feelings-
They come out of nowhere
To a point where I feel alone
In a crowd of lonely people
Who are just trying to get by their days
With the same old routines
And the same old smiles.
Sadness is a funny thing, I guess
Oh, the irony.
  Dec 2017 Juin
Juansen Dizon

there are days
when my stars
align just for me.

my inner cosmos
telling me to write
about the pain.

my inner cosmos
telling me to expand
the universe within.


there are days
when my stars

i am made of pure

i am made of pure

terrified of not seeing
the sun again.


there are days
when my stars

like the infinite suns
that they are.

illuminating my being.
Juin Dec 2017
6th of December,
The one born is my mother.

As she grows older,
Her smile still like no other.

Always there to help me,
Her love for me as big as the sea.

Beautiful like a flower,
My mom has superpowers.

I wish for her in this special day,
May she be happy in many ways.

The warmth she always gives,
I want her to receive.

Thankful for this day,
For God gave me the best mother I could ever have in every way.
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