I hope someday
my undying love
will be able
to entice you again,
in order to escape
this heart of mine
which have devoured
by corroded pain.

Forget heartaches.
Simply smile.
Show up.
Let go.
Enjoy life.
Never pretend.
Remember forgiveness.

I will not find a person better than you.
Instead, I will find a better me,
for maybe a better me
will attract a better you, someday.

I thought leaving her
would send you back to me.

That every feeling was just a "fool's gold",
and it's better to bury it again,
for I'm tired of being head in the sand in love;
I will return those hills and mountains
which we both have moved together,
like every step on that wonderful horizon
must not be anymore seen,
like every ocean of tears which drowned
and killed these eyes must now rejoice.
When you do expect winning her hand again,
or somehow those old feelings,
you might be lost, heart withered,
with this thing we called pain...

Goodbye my beloved anonymous.

If you say, "one word
is enough for a wise man",
then I will tell you
I'm a fool one,
until you say,
you love me too.

Remember:

A good chariot, will always have the best steed.

I am no poet, only poetic
who could never kiss the moon
in the evening twilight;
nor a man with a heart of roses,
to exude the fragrance of his love.

I am no poet, who can pen
profound mysteries about the past,
nor a man of beautiful promises
to be kept safe until the world is dust.

I am no poet, only poetic
who could never touch the souls
of every woman’s dreams;
nor a man with arms of a gladiator,
to protect her forever
from the shadows of her grief.

And as the sun sets in the horizon
from another blemished morning end,
resembles tears of thine eyes;
for my love for you, my majesty,
will never be enthroned
into your kingdom,
like when I am with you,
like I am to you,
my tongue speaks,
I am no poet, only poetic.

Come, let our hearts embrace thy warm embers,
I will keep you safe beneath my velvet feathers,
I will be the moonbeams to illumine your way;
Beseech reasons to brighten every mournful day.
Come, let our tongues speak every truth’s decree,
And sing a thousand songs of harmony to eternity;
The angels descend from heavens, and trust,
We will be together 'til our worlds turn to dust.
Come, let our eyes be never without light,
Of spring of tears have abandoned and dried,
Behold! Thy love quelled all my beautiful scars;
I will clench roses to exude the scent of my heart.
My only love echoes up on a tranquil shore,
Of laments of sadness forever will all deplore.

Even if this silhouette love
     would cry upon my grave,
Even if the stars collide
     and darken the eve,
Even if shallow rivers dry;
     tears deprive my plea,
There would still be you and me.

Come, let our hearts embrace thy warm embers,
I will keep you safe beneath my feathers,
I will be the moonbeams to light your way;
Beseech reasons to awaken each day.
Come, let our tongues speak every truth’s decree,
To sing a once melodious harmony;
The angels descend from heavens, and trust,
We will be forever till worlds are dust.
Come, let our eyes never be left deceased,
Behold thy love, of which my warfare ceased,
Of my tears diminished and secluded,
I would clench roses, of roses which bleed.
My love resembles upon every shore,
Of laments of sadness will all deplore.

Sino ba naman ako para magpakitang muli sa'yo
at sabihing sorry sa lahat ng aking nagawa?
Sino ba naman ako para humingi ng pagkakataong
maibalik pang muli ang mga nangagdaang panahon?
Sino ba naman ako para magparamdam muli
at sabihin sa'yo, na miss na miss din kita?
Sino ba naman ako para mahalin kang muli
at susubugang ibalik ang 'yong pagtinging nawala?
Sino kaya ako? Sino ba naman ako?

Ayos lang na magalit ka sa'kin, okay lang talaga! Promise 'yan.
Sapakin mo 'ko kung gusto mo, wala akong imik pa rin,
wala akong pakialam,
kasi ang alam ko pinaghintay kita ng matagal,
sinaktan kita ng matagal, iniwan kita ng matagal,
matagal na matagal, kasi mali lahat ng inakala ko.
Sabi ko, "You're too good for me",
tama! Oo, kaya nga siguro mahirap lumapit
at sabihin lahat ng nararamdaman ko noon.
Pero sino ba naman ako para humingi pa
ng isa pang pagkakataon na ibigin mo?
sino ba naman ako?
Kundi isang tao lang na wala ng silbi na sa'yo.
Okay, tanggap ko na, tanggap ko na lahat,
pero tanong lang,
May chance pa ba ta'yo?
May chance pa ba na maibalik ko ang nakaraang
inukit natin sa isang bato?
I think it's too early pa para magparamdam muli.
Pero teka lang, wait.....
tanong ko muna, bago matapos 'tong tula,
mahal mo pa rin ba ako?
O kaya'y,
hanggang ngayon ba'y may gusto ka pa rin
sa isang pahamak na katulad ko?
At sinasabi mo lang ba na wala na para
masaktan mo rin ako?
Please lang naman o, try to answer lang.
Kahit anong isasagot mo,
I will accept it naman.

I admit, I’m not really good at goodbyes,
not really a good man, either, and I’m tired.
Between every teardrop are your memories
I’m letting go,
and even if tomorrows might be forgotten,
I would never forget you.
I have loved you, and it was vivid and pure,
but I have to wander my world, and explore.
I’m tired of your self-seeking decisions
which could always lead to loud confusions,
tired of every cold war and of every hurtful word.
It might be the ending for us,
but indeed, a beginning for ourselves to wake up
a morning with a smell of a new mown hay;
maybe it’s best, if I walk on another way.
Well, sometimes you need to learn
how to be broken,
in order to be whole again.

Niadto ko, nibisita sa lugar
Kon asa mi una nagkita;
Mao ra japon,
Ang mga kahoy ug mga bulak
Nagasambit sa among gugma
Nga hain pa man dili gayod mawala.
Siya akong tunhay nga kalipay
Sa pagmata ko matag-buntag,
Tunhay nga kasingkasing
Sa iyaha, akong ginapamatyag.
Nikuha ko ug papel,
Aron magsulat ug balak para kaniya;
Maot man paminawon, apan
Akong buhaton nga patsyada.
Nitan-aw ko sa blanko nga papel,
Naghuna-huna,
Ug sa dihang nakahinumdum hinuon ko,
Unsaon man diay nako pagsulat sa balak;
Nga ang bolpen iya man diay’ng gidala,
Adtong minglakaw na siya ug una.

Nakahinumdom ko,
sa una man gyud to
nga kitang duha nagakadungan pa ug baklay
padulong ngadto sa usa ka balay.
Naggunitay sa atong mga kamot
ug ming-ingon nga di gayud
boy-an ang usa’g usa.
Kuntito naman ko, ug gasalig ko
nga ikaw kanunay naa sa akong tapad.
Apan minglabay ang mga oras ug bulan,
paglingi ko usab sa akong kiliran
ikaw napanaw lang ug kalit
ug wa na ko kabawo asa ko ikaw makit-an.
Mingsulay ko ug tagad kay gihuna-huna ko
basin ikaw akong nabiyaan,
paspas biya ko mulakaw ug langay kay ka.
Apan wa man, sa pila na ka adlaw
nakong huwat-huwat, wa gihapon ka,
asa man diay tuod ka?
Ikaw man gud, langay kay ka.
Ug gapadayon na lang ko ug baklay,
pero hinay-hinay lang, para ikaw unta makaapas ra.

Sa paglakaw-lakaw nako,
Nakatagbo ko ug usa ka tawo,
ug mingsulay ko ug pangutana bahin sa imo,
basin ba, ikaw nakalabay na ug nakit-an ka niya.
Grabe, asa man diay tuod ka?
Ikaw man gud, langay kay ka.
Minglabay ang pila ka mga tuig, didto nako nakahuna-huna
basin ako diay gyud ang langay ba,
ug wa nako kaapas sa imoha.
Busa minglakaw napud ko ug paspas kaayo
para ikaw akong maapsan,
dasig lang, magkita ra lagi siguro tang duha.
Apan, ako tawo ra pud biya,
kapuyon ug uhawon pud ug inapas sa imo,
layo na kaya siguro ka ug naabtan.
Asa man diay tuod ka?
Ikaw man gud, gadali ra pud kay ka.
Ug sa dihang nakahapit na hinuon ko
ug laing balay para mupahuway, ug muinom ug tubig,
kapoy biya pud ug pangita nimo sa pila na ka tuig,
siguro, langay lang gyud diay ko,
kay katong tawo nga akong napangutan-an, dugay ko mituo,
nga ikaw pud diay nagtagad kanako,
nga ana pud ka, nga langay ra kaayo ko.
Magkita ra lagi siguro tang duha, hinaot puhon.

I woke up in the morning only this day,
from an infuriated dream,
where I have been for years, I think.
A dream where the smiles smiled for every truth,
and the cries cried for every lose.
In that place, love will be the one to seek,
hearts and minds always coordinate,
like it was you and I, remember?
There is no such thing as, “edges of forever”,
memories will never be cold as fire,
and revenge, yes, revenge is beautiful,
like it was you and I, remember?
It was a pure and vivid imagery
of a perfect world,
to where we want to go together,
a world far from what was ours,
a world with which hatred never remains
after death comes alive.
But I still woke up.
Then I looked at the window,
and remember,
that even how many times I tried to hide
and close my eyes in order to go there,
we could never be back
in each other’s arms again,
for you used to believe in the morning.

It was a cold, dark and difficult Wednesday
night;
I was walking through a lonely street beneath
the moonlight:
I can't stop thinking of her for a thousand times,
When I'm about to feel that her love is just a lie.

The tears were falling when we broke up only
yesterday,
Yet I still went to her house to tell the last
goodbye.
And I can't believe that our love has its end,
We loosened the tie and we just turned up on
pretending.

After a few minutes...

As I was standing one step apart from her door,
I found something yet I didn't mind it at all;
Still I walked forward and once opened her
house,
And there I saw something that really brought
me down.

I found her lying in front of me on her own
blood;
With a knife on her hand and a letter of her
love.
It was a sorrowful moment I could never ever
forget to see,
When that letter was telling that she killed
herself because of me.

To cope up with poetry, is like crossing on traffic railroads or climbing towering mountains, isn't it? But I chose poems (which only few writes) because I love rhyming and mingling words, and I want to unveil what kind of art I have been hanging on my galleries up to these years.

It is ridiculous, right? When you still wander upon the woods of confusions that you cannot pen your words in a better manner, yet you have already written a lot.

Stirring some cups of coffee of thoughts on my mind, somehow is arduous to do, but I am still so thankful I have best readers like all of you.

Poetry is where I am into. I think in order to write. I write in order to learn.

The smile of the sunset appears to be my only way
To a moonlit love sheltered by your warm embrace,
I could not promise much, but if just you believe in us
There would be peerless fireworks written in our eyes.

Every breath I breathe is for the life I make for you,
And my endeavour is labelled by your lovely egos;
I could not promise much, but if you just believe in us
We could move mountains into the midst of the ocean.

Love has finally found the road, to which it has to be ours,
Everything I need is you, for the rest of the loving hours;
Your name is tattooed on my mind, I would never resist,
And you are the only reason for every breath I breathe.

My soul saunters in a separate way,
yet and gone,
Way into the wilderness,
where my heart always hunts;
Seeking for a Footstool,
for my maimed feet of my childhood,
Upon falling into the cold fire of wrath;
I misconstrued.

My soul saunters in a separate way,
yet and gone,
Distance may alter me,
but of becoming empty and alone;
Be home after that Spirit of Forgiveness
will be regained,
The war has left my mind,
but I could not still find the ending.

My soul saunters in a separate way,
yet and gone,
I pray. I call for Jesus for saving me
from this poignant Poison;
His amazing grace will evermore
stand against all the waves,
My soul saunters in a separate way,
upon leaving my destined grave.

In the evening twilight,
where my love's awakening dream
would travel far across the heavens
to beseech a heart before
the waning of the moon;

And that if heavens would grant me wisdom,
from the deepest thoughts of every soul;
and if this love conquers the moonlit night
within all that is black and white
is that which sits behind our dreams,

Clinch my eyes from mournful tears,
solitude is all I behold, if our love disappears;
I would bestow nothing
but the resemblance of truth
to the heart, where my dying days belong.

Will our government know
what those blankets are used for?

All I have had, the raven
Killing and blinding my eyes with tears,
My life, in a foolish endeavour
Trying to reinvent what was already lost.
Every waking moment,
I recognize nothing but pain;

I was dissevered by the trails of your fantasies
So, I surrendered deciphering the truth of truths,
Was bedevilled by the questions
My mind could not unravel the answer,
Jar your memory, even for a while;
For you to remember, I am becoming broken too.

And you shall fear not I, to cry,
If memories were left in morbid melancholy;
But fear, if in that heaven of smiles,
I might found a bird beneath my miseries;
Whom my heart would suffice the skies above
And will hunt for the love I once succumbed.

The stars are fading,
the moon is still sleeping, tonight.
Wherever you are,
you will remain inside my heart;
we will move the mountains and hills
and we will be forever till the end,
oh my love, I have been captivated.

I will be able to accept all the risks,
even if it will take away my breath.
Wherever you go,
you will always be my soul;
we will walk on the horizons, and stay
and we will be forever till the end,
oh my love, I have been captivated.

I never write my words to make you smile,
rather, to make me be loved by your love.
I still keep waiting under this old oak tree
to where I want you beside here with me;
we will watch the sun sets along the horizon,
and together read the lines of my poems.
This feelings worth fighting for, the problem,
if you accept it for you to be dethroned.
I need you to be my queen under my castle,
under the heart full of wishes and dreams,
you will not find emptiness behind my walls
I will be with you till this world will end,
and I never write my words to make you smile,
rather, to make me be loved by your love.

your CASH
someday will turn to ASH
and SH......
you will also burn in H ..


so beware..

Spare me some of your love
and love shall color our hearts each day;
no roads will diverge, and make me move,
if you could be my only loving way.

Spare me some of your time
and time shall reveal happiness to our world;
odd words from frozen faces will rhyme,
if you could be my only loving girl.

Spare me some of your kisses
and kisses shall warm our moonlit nights;
we will embrace the darkness of the eve,
if you could be my only loving wife.

We will meet on the horizons
where no one can ever hold us apart,
and that...

...if you spare me some of your love.

That moment
when you stood close
to my eyes
was when I felt
like dying with surprise,
I don't know how, or why
but those feelings
still abide.

Your love always satisfies
my deepest affection
towards you;
words may be left unspoken,
but I admit the fact
that I'm still stuck
with those
bittersweet memories.

That moment
you wrapped your arms
around me,
was when I couldn't help
but tremble;
so, why do we always eclipse
in this situation?

You came to conquer
these fences of my heart,
you're an angel
from a once Heaven's delight;
that old odd kiss
will ever stain that night,
and I would be hungover
whenever you left,
for it was very the first time...

I was drunk by your lips.

I remember,
every corner of the streets
we used to walk together
holding hands,
where the loveliest colors
are ever painted
within your smiles.

I remember,
the rain which elucidates
the resemblance of truth
and of love,
and all of my attention
is drawn to wondering,
how long will you stay
by my side.

I remember,
how your sweet lips invite;
our first kiss defines
every moment for which
I always realize that I am safe
whenever you are
close to me.

I remember,
those romantic nights
when your body lay
next to mine,
and the moon captivated
our souls, to descry
every beautiful scenery
of a once paradise;
then we talked
about the future.

But a night for which
my heart still remembers,
is when you looked me
in the eyes,
and said the first...

'I LOVE YOU'

You are my superhero
even when I was just a child,
you always protect me,
you always wipe my tears away
whenever I cry,
and whisper:
"It's okay darling, I'm here,
no one's gonna hurt you now."

You'd fly me to skies
if everybody chose to pull me down,
you'd lend me peace of mind
when I am in troubles
you guide me in times
I was reading between the lines;
you let me see the world
and taught me how to walk
every distance I should travel,
the roads may seem so difficult,
I'm not afraid anymore
for you gave me the courage.

You to me are everything
and I admit the fact
that I'd be lost
without your presence,
I'm sorry if I may hurt you
through my actions;
but one thing for sure
is that I love you so much,
and don't you worry
if you're getting old
for to me you're still
the most beautiful woman,
I have ever known.

Every ending has a beginning,
it is when you choose
to teach what you have learned,
to accept what you have lost,
to smile from what you have cried
and to realize
that life is still beautiful
even if you have been hurt
by someone else...

So, never doubt to say:
"Thank you for the broken heart"

Sometimes, I realized
that I don't need you anymore,
your words sounds so cruel
though it's not even my mistake.
You always complain
that I'm doing it wrong,
can you not see
I'm doing it right for you?
You're trying to change the person
you may haven't  known yet,
so stop taking me to the edge,
where the end is near,
for I always let you win
in this tug of war.

But even if you used
to be like what they heard,
I can still find a reason to stay
inside the warmth of your heart.
I'm falling in love even more
the moment you utter my name,
always makes me think
that you're one of a kind,
so why should I lose you?
And so most of the times
I then realized
that I can't imagine
life without you,
that living alone
with no love of yours
feels like committing suicide.

I write through the words I could not speak,
for every teardrop, lying on her lonely lips;
she is my sunset before night comes awake,
she is my poetry, in my dreams, when I sleep.

I write on the silence embraced by the night,
for every hope, foresee but strength to move;
I cast myself away from the shadows of life,
she is my poetry, in my eyes, when I love.

I write those heartaches she tried to seclude,
for every doubt, which ever maimed her feet;
she is a one perfect love story to be told,
she is my poetry, in my grave, on my death.

...it freezes like hell,

get your *** back home, here!...

"HAPPY EVER AFTER" never exist.

Fairytales are full of *****.