I can't really seem to put my feelings into words
You're slowly dying and there's nothing I can do,
to **** your cancer before it destroys you, too.

The thing is, this illness already captured your entire body
and while your gasping for air and keep on losing weight,
I see you and your blue twinkling eyes.

You're really a person I looked up to, you're my hero.
When I was little your arms were this big fort to protect me
A castle made out of steel and courage and life-experience.

Don't you dare to give up on me, real heroes last forever.
And I love you so much, I can't sleep nor eat,
I miss your voice. And it pains me to know you won't get better.

But I will pray for you with all of my heart, for you're my hero.
And heroes would be nothing without people to save.
But this time, grandpa, I'll save you.

You were the bright white light at the end of the road
Until I got hit by your car and everything obfuscated
You told me I should have seen the headlights coming
But I was blinded by the promising end of the tunnel

My glass is no longer half full half empty.
My glass is broken.


Yet I hold it with both my hands. Wounded, I bleed to take one last sip of you.
And you slip between my fingers, mixed with my blood, intertwining with the wrinkles time carved on my skin like ancient rivers, drawing flowers and frowns.
I stare.. For the very first time I’m seeing myself. I am a work of art.
And the room thinks I’ve gone mad. But I’m only growing sanity like tangerine trees.

My glass IS broken
But I’m already drunken of the truth
So awake, so aware, so-ber
Sharp, like the shatters of us scattered on the floor
And they are unraveling before my third eye.
They’re not beautiful, but they’re sincere
Serene and tranquil
But not stale and not still.

My glass is broken
and its cracks, the pattern of the universe,
are holy, shimmering, dark, and pure.
These cracks, are my glass’s core.

My love burned away,
Like wax.
Leaving just the wick.
A psyche left exposed,
A soul now raw and sick.
Though complications ended,
The days left in-between.
I live among the shades
Passing by unseen.

11:38pm Friday night
Lost again
To your memory
The nights we spent
Blissful
Unaware of what
we could lose
Dashed upon the rocks
Bitter
Disappointed
Unsurprised.

It used to fill my chest
But now sinks sickly in my stomach
Shrinking daily
Cracked and wounded
Sorely shamed &
Counterfeit.

People say …. beauty will always find its way
like a plant …. cracking out of concrete land

As if concrete with all its shades of black
is nothing but ugliness holding beauty back.



Well ******* all!!


Do you know how dark sun’s core is?
Dense, and burning, hell on fire.

This is not poetry, these are facts..

The ultimate beauty symbol, the moon, is nothing but rocks and dirt.
The only organic way to nurture an infertile land into fruitfulness is through ****.


So next time you are blessed enough to be in a dim hollow place
Remember the astronauts that died for a chance to explore outer space