jasmine was little
and doesn't know her diary notebook
has gilding
has God
oh you, the creator gods of lined notebooks
let me have my grandpa


مرگ من

یاسمن کوچک بود
و نمی دانست
دفتر خاطره هایش اکلیل دارد
دفتر خاطره هایش خدا دارد
ای خدایان آفریننده ی دفترهای خط دار
به من اجازه بدهید
...پدربزرگم را داشته باشم

Dudungaw ka sa ikabuturan ng kahapon
Upang matagpuan ang sariling naghihikahos
Na makita ng iba ang ningning
Na kailanman di umilaw ng dilaw.

At sa bawat oras hahanap hanapin
Ang dating tanglaw ng bawat kahapon
Ang mainit na sikat ng haring araw,
Ang matamis na halik ng ulan.
Sapagkat lahat ay nauwi sa wala
Kaya ako'y uuwi at tutula

You're a mess
You're broken
Bottles adorn your apartment floor
And I'm standing outside your door

Are your eyes too swollen
To see that I'm here
Did she break you completely,
what if you don't need me,
tell me if I'm
getting too near

I love you too much
To see that I'm not
Who your tears are for
I love you too much
To stop when it hurts
Only to come back and ask for more

I'm here.
There's no need to cry
your heart is too broken
so let me give you mine

I'm still here.
When will I learn?
That the love I gave
Can never be returned.

Title (optional)
cliche word combination begging you to read on

Body
something about love
something about lost
probably something about brokenness too
a story of heartbreak and being destroyed

an overused simile because those are the easiest to understand
maybe some rhymes about how, like a bird, time flies by so quickly
a closing line that contains the only actual feeling
something about what could have been

Notes (optional)
a monologue describing the words that should have spoken for themselves

Tags (separated by spaces)**
#love  #supposedunderlyingmeaning #imissyou #thisisthecryforhelpihopeyousee

I log into my blogger,
I look at all the poems that I've ever written,
On my phone, on my math book during class, or scribbled in a hurry.
I search for the perfect one I can give,
To get a message back from Hello Poetry.

The first one I see is the one I wrote for my brother,
He left last year, I miss that fella,
I hope college is nice to him.

The next one is about the season ending, stars and constellations, and career choices,
I wonder what I was thinking while writing it,
No wonder my mum thinks I have ADHD.

The third one is a poem called 'maybe',
I remember when one of my best friends said she loved it,
I remember that that was the first time I showed my poems to her,
I was so happy.

As I see the fourth one,
I think this is stupid.
All these poems are old now,
I don't want to give these.

I spend a few minutes thinking what I should do,
I think and think,
I wonder what they'll like.
I wonder if the person who reads this poem,
Is a girl or a guy.

I continue thinking,
Rest thoughts aside.
Suddenly I realise,
Oh yeah, I can write.