You'll fly away from me,
out of my hands...
stricken with grief,
will venture out into the world
In search of a new vestige of you.
That is the happy ending to our story
O maidens in your savage season
Whenever the dark curtain of my eyes
fails to serve me right
or whenever the numbness
felt from rubbing my hands
against my lap no longer
ease the tremors
I lose myself
how much more
must I endure
how many more times
steal the minuscule grit
I had pondered
- the person that will
I guess I kinda liked the way how you became my breather
A feeling acquired from the ravine of Icarian desires
never an impulse, nor half-bloomed
influenced by the geminus cases that love him,
as to leave him breathless
He was subjected to the duality
that was meant to delude the senses
while being comforted by views that was always meant
to give favor to the most convenient
and utopian perspective by ear,
imposing a better version of reality
forcing the idea of being gifted, being special
It continued to haunt the victim
stirring a morose persona into blend
Was ostracized before he was able to express
was rejected due to his impairment
Clouded and deterred
he became the living portrait of pain
well passed the limits of being
Knees rooted on the ground
with weeds surrounding him
he pluck and blew with fingers crossed
how wonderful it could have been
to have lived normally like the rest of them
Astounding as the orchestrated rain,
oceans flow from abysmal sacs,
brought about by the emptiness within.
The night is dry and dull as the youth
Of spring sprouts upon the wind,
Blowing a whole season;
Killing a whole stock of time.
Dumb do tell about the past.
Recollecting the sudden dash of love
Younger than that of the face lit by the moon.
Man do tell how it went
And accepted thy fate as if it ended in accord to his plan.
Defiling the surreal emotions
With forced lies so obvious, so surfaced.
Man do tell the play best set on
New Years Day- a front, an excuse for an elusive okay.
Florian illness spiked in the crib of nonsense.
Something I barely remember
grating my insides
Kept wringing my heart
As if never lost
Memories that I selfishly treasure
left none for me to recall
with ends unraveling
Traversing with emptiness
searching for someone
I so wish to ever find
Your name engraved in my mind
Kimi no Na wa
Create something out of madness,
you might find yourself an ingenious
loop of pain able to cloud-past the very reason for trying.
Incinerating even the innermost fundament of living into ashes.
Suffocating out of boredom, begging for salvation.
Tribute to You-Jitsu &
Happy existence day M
Take me with you*
Though I haven't decided where
Explore the chassis of galaxies
together we'd devour
Sight a thousand stars
alight in a shared dawn
Or sup upon the essence of incarnation
Bound by the ties we utter
lets go on a search with futures overlapping
Even if the universe will grind to a halt
Tribute to Grimoire of Zero
Caught a glimpse of the thinnest line
of which by far the best crucible for lies
Opaqued senses with asinine approach
Desecrating the abyss of the nothingness
Empty as the glass I'm drinking. Foolish lies
Umbral passing reaching its prime
A quarter gone groping to shine
Moonlit alley I gaze upon
Crescendo fortissimo, again it ran
Lunarian face against a long one
Sympathizing in lieu of closing
Celestial suffocating in darkness
Sorrow devours this singularity
Both carving its way across the stars
Agonizing every dust found in galaxy
Blood Moon and Me
Halfway between the other I came across awake
Jause, jause I say and when I say jause I say feast in this little soiree.
The transitioning of day is reaching its final debut.
Winter solstice passing its prime, a change about in time
A change about in time, a change about inside humans' crime...
The corruption we aught to diminish that still clings
The greed, lust, pride, sorrow and wrath
that not by the very skin of my teeth will ever be relinquished.
The scums that dwell in the deepest cells of my lungs as I breathe.
The bitterness that for every grin I make of my face
can no longer hide.
The demons residing in faltering light, imprisoning,
controlling,constraining, stifling the progress delving life.
These filths that inflict the muscles beneath me, and the bones beneath that, who can help me?
Imprisoned me...Kept me...
Controlling and constraining my life...me
Tribute to my Teacher, L. and A. Moore
The very outcome of skinning
my identity maddens the fool.
How gauche their thinking is...
A grim path I must walk,
For growth to be spurred with sorrow,
To lose someone to keep walking.
Seeing you from behind,
Is what I always remember.
The very back of your body moving,
Traveling north with hair flaunting.
Go on a journey says Mozart
Unable to find out how it ends together,
Left an impinging image of love.
Begging for a chance to be given,
A prospect to tread evenly.
Under this Wagasa,
I implore you to take shelter.
Tribute to my beloved Wagasa
Your Lie in April
At my wits end grasping your vanishing portrait.
Reminiscing the golden time,
Circuitously projecting a chasm of flowers.
Drenching myself your reverberating voices.
Afraid to succumb to the neurotic state I'm in.
These precious memories I relentlessly hold,
Withering itself in a rapid surge.
A natural part of human experience,
Unluckily driven by such eccentric decease.
A repercussion of this chosen dalliance.
You're a phenom that came in like a storm.
Allowed me to love you, now I let you abhor.
Fallaciously believed in dandelion wishes,
A superstition created as stimulus of hope.
But it's too late to stop me, says Amnesia.
Remember me! Remember me!
Tribute to Golden Time
A repertoire of thorns.
Beseeching for care.
A Circuitous motif.
Awaiting to flourish.
Serrated dirk it may be.
Rooting on sullied galaxy.
Appeared with instilled animosity,
But hidden is an abyss of ever-flowing magnanimity.
A gift I got from a girl for my birthday.
C A C T U S
Ascertaining the feeling I felt with caution,
Ended up ensnared by the beauty of you.
Heart flutters and flails
Enthralled by each muscle stroked by your lips
A habit ingrained into the depths of my spinal,
Encored in my brain.
But somewhere along the way,
The more I approach...
The more I get consumed by the performance...
The cards I play... are fading away from my reach,
Tangling up like flowers seized by the autumnal wind...
Evanescent as twilight.
Stepping forth as pages unfold.
Stifling every coin of admiration.
A subterfuge made by a fool
Misleading the consciousness
Enveloping the light,
Venting pitch blur.
Carsonic beauty deprived with sunlight
Feeling not of any ecstasy,
From how words unravel slowly before me.
Dismal I become and took a deep breath.
Reacted blue over red-field blossoms.
Nigh-unfathomable breaking, busting,
Tears ran down like roses suffused
I am a poet stuck in limbo for a very long time.
Decided to cast aside this bittersweet page of my youth.
Ephemeral as it should be.
Will be in stasis ‘til the feeling died out.
An audience' conclusion.
— The End —