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Keith Lumapas Oct 2015
I am the master of my destiny
My head looking up high, beyond the clouds
Slowly unveiling the path I am eager to venture

I alone, the only capable person
That can pick up the shattered remains
Of my yesterday, to put them back together again.
Back to its former glory

I was lonely, depressed, and desperate
For company, for love and for joy
Hoping to find it with someone yet,
No one had ever come close, to fulfil my selfless wishes.

It’s time, to view inward and not out, to break out of this endless cliché, to achieve the unachievable, unreachable, unobtainable dream;

to be happy.

And even if I fall, I know I can pick myself up again. But this time, I won’t be asking for anyone's hands…
Keith Lumapas Oct 2015
I cut myself with my own broken pieces, and swim in a puddle of anguish that I, had bled out through my vains.  I bear a gaping wound that can never mend, never heal, and forever emblazoned on my skin, A marquee of a warning  posted right on a facade of smiles. With burden as my closest peer, I converse and ask questions with no supposition on any cogent answers.  So I trudge.  To where? I don't know... I suppose a more suitable question is: why?  My answer is simply this: because I'm Alive...
Keith Lumapas Oct 2015
Would you notice me? Like the colours of the autumn leaves, would you see me? A desperation for attention, has crept through my veins. I want you to want me, so bad, and drag me by the reigns. Hold me with tenderness, own me like you own me. Let me feel your carress, between this invisible space, and condone me.  I fell so fast, here whithin this moving box of steel.  With so many others here, but yet, it's you who I feel.  As we parted ways, I said goodbye indirectly. My sincere sigh, that it wasn't meant to be.
Keith Lumapas Oct 2015
Beating thump
And a shaking ****
A Body shaped like an hour glass

Sink my face
In a flesh of grace
Like a man born in the upper class

Sway to the music, feel the rhythm
$20 bucks a Pop, you make a living.

Pole for a partner, the centre of attention
Giving all the boys a massive *******
Living the life of lime,
All for some pennies and dimes

You're more than that, more than you know

More than any body part you can ever show

Put off the Red light, let go of the pole

Open your heart instead, and see through your soul.
Keith Lumapas Sep 2015
do i make you mad by the way i act?
was it my intelligence that i poorly lack?
u can say all u can say, i am who i am
coz only i can do what no one else can

was it bad that i live the way i live?
is it wrong for me to give the only thing i give?
maybe for you but this i understand
coz only i can do what no one else can

I'm not as good looking as your magazine boys
or i might not even have a car or those fancy toys
im not a star i don't have fans
but only i can do what no one else can

i'ved learned in life never judge a book by it's cover
and when u start something you don't stop till it's over
i know how to live, this is part of my plan
coz only i can do what no one else can

u can mock or say all those hurtful words
or u can treat me like i'm nothing more than a ****
sticks and stones wont break my bones, I'll just say this again
only i can do what no one else can

money cant buy you happiness i learned that the hard way
that's why i live my life however i see it my way
i battle everyday with my weapons a pad and a pen
coz only i can do what no one else can

you can hate me when i laugh out loud
let it bother you that i stand out in a crowd
allow my reasons for me being me disturb your inner den
but still
only i can do what no one else can
Keith Lumapas Sep 2015
DId the passion died? Did it wither away?
Did the wind carry the petals, torpid and grey?
Did the once luminescent ember, that burned red had turned to ash?
extinguished by a few select words that was, rather rash?

I ponder in deep thoughts while I drown in sorrow.
The cross I bare is heavy, and the passage I trek is narrow.
The suffering is now acquainted with my stride,
and the loneliness unveiled itself and became my bride.

I kiss my sadness, right on it's lips
and embrace my adversity, with my finger tips,
because the spaces between my hands, that was once filled with "hers",
No longer need company, and no longer need words...
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