Huwag mo 'ko hintayin sa dulo,
kitain mo ako sa kalagitnaan.
Sabayan mo ako.

are you my happy poem?
or just another sad poetry?

I won't be beautiful like the sun
as it goes down,
with colors that could hypnotize
and no one could forget.

It will be beautiful,
until the moon goes up
and replaces orange and red
with dark, dusty gray.

Sunshines does not last forever,
it gets replaced,
and this time, I won't be around
when the moon shows up.

It wasn't a slit through my wrist,
not a gunshot on my mouth,
not a rope wrapped around my neck,
it was not an overdose.

It was the thoughts running through my head,
the words that cannot escape,
the anxiety, the pain, the hatred
it was over.

my mind
knows
it’s done,
we’re over.

yet,
my heart
still beat,
it seeks

—for you

No, honey I'm not the paradise,
I'm on the other side of the wall.
I am the war,
the planted bombs,
the gunshots you hear at night.

Your heart skips a beat,
and you thought it was love,
but honey, I'm not the paradise,
I'm the reason you hide under your bed
because of load roar of tanks.

Honey, you thought I was a garden.
But no, I'm on the other side.
I'm not the daisy you water,
I'm not the beautiful scent
outside your backyard,
because I'm the ashes.

I'm the war,
and you know **** well
that the aftermath was a mess.

Lend me all of your paintings
Lend me your sculptures and molds
Let me revel in the song
That your music beholds
Lend me your tales
To read and decipher
Let me flip through every photograph
Let me see your life in color
I seek only to admire the creation
of the creator.

So please, dear artist, lend me your soul.
I promise to send you mine later.

Here’s to the breakdowns, and emotionless faces, the wandered minds,
the fragile hearts, the broken souls, because its not always going to be pretty,
we gotta deal with the bad ones too.
And hey, if you’re asking who’s the strongest one, its you. Its always you.
Thank you.
And you’re right, the world needs more love,
and I think the world will drown because of your flowing love and kindness.
I don’t know how you do that, but its beautiful.
This is the start. And this is the end.