Emptying old boxes
Packing well wishes
Tying new shoelaces
Charging drained devices
Keeping dozen promises
Settling past businesses
Equipping couple punches
Looking more fearless
Winning upcoming matches.

I hear the clock ticking
Cursing the dead silence
The walls are slowly bleeding
To an eternal sentence.

The fan swings its razor blades
Toward an endless cycle
Singing a requiem that fades
Into a childish cackle.

The vesper in the ceiling
Casts a familiar shadow
A succubus slowly creeping
Down the covers of my window.

The chimes are prancing gladly
To the coming abomination
The wind blows an eerie
Stench of vile intoxication

Voracious grubs of horror
Crawl out from the pillows
Devouring all my vigor
In this crypt of morbid hallows.

Tingling drops of sweat kiss
The melting wooden floor
That crumbles down the abyss
Of hell's scorching core.

My frightened heart withered
To what ungodly sight
I woke up from my slumber
At the twelfth hour of night.

Born in the Taurian month of the Rabbit's year,
Raffy is a brother's name of rarest humor;
Ornate with friends for his compassionate nature,
Truly a rough gem to be polished still;
His life can be called an intricate topsy-turvy,
Every puzzle piece is woven by familial love
R**est assured he is blessed, and a blessing from above.

30th of February

She lost him like the 30th of February
Unpredictable like surprises on 14th
Unforgettable like the Mardi Gras
Unreachable even on a leap year
Unfair like this short-dated month.

He lost her like the 30th of February
Inexplicable like the missing days
Invisible like the last winter winds
Intriguing as the first dewdrops of spring
Indelible like her name inked on his wrist.

They lost them like the 30th of February
Mistreated like the melting snow
Misshapen is the love left to grow
Misfits of Aquarius and Pisces
Misguided by a star-crossed astrology.

In my heart, you are an asset
But in my mind, a liability
You are an entry I can't forget
That's slowly shaking my equity.

Loving you is an understatement
For a beauty's carrying value
And so I made an adjustment
Of the love that I must issue.

But your heart had a preference
For someone who's not me
Who can give you more dividends
Than a hopeful ordinary.

All my hope was expensed
For such unrecoverable loss
And the business I've commenced
Resulted in an opportunity cost.

And so you went depreciating
Ending this going concern
There's this pain accumulating
From a romance unearned.

Now I'm left here to close
All the journals I've made
Correct the errors I chose
For a love that I would trade.

Life is a heck of an application.
You may know how it should start
But you can't be certain how it will end.

You can never delete what has been written
But you can give yourself a pause break
And then decide if you have to shift paths.

You cannot escape what has been laid before you
Or try some backspaces to correct your wrongs
Jumping between tabs is also impossible.

Different people will insert in your life's many chapters
Those who will shake your hand during your page ups
And those who will pat your back on your page downs.

So caps lock for all your big moments
And scroll lock for your every lofty dream
Num lock for every blessing you will receive.

If you scroll up you life's pages but get no clue
And scroll down only to find yourself regrets
Don't forget that  you can always go back home.

You are the systole to the diastole
Of my four-chambered cavity
You are the pulmonary rhythmic control
That fills air to my capillary.

You are the Pituitary Gland
That drowns my bloodstream in dopamine
You take my brain to a wonderland
Drunk and overdosed in Seratonin.

You are the only Mitochondrion
That powers all cellular activity
My Cytoplasms are in motion
For the sexiest Golgi Body.

You are the ultimate synapse
In my every granule of neuron
That gives an involuntary prolapse
To both my dendrite and axon.

Spring sprouted
Summer stung
Autumn altered
Winter withered
Sequence Spun

You, the wisest of all fools
To whom whose love has turned so cruel
You dare inflict your morbid pain
And fine us for your selfish gain?

How could you pierce somebody's heart
With that silly game you wish to start?
Toying minds with an arrowhead
And shoot us all at point blank dead?

Why do you make somebody fall
And drag them down from heights so tall?
While you watch there, hovering above
With those weightless wings as white as dove?

Tell us what there is in store
We leave all behind for something more
Show us what there is to see
In this world of pure insanity.

Would we all turn mad in love like you?
Who defied all rules for a fate so true?
Who took a shot to his own heart?
In Psyche's gaze you fell apart.

You grow apples in the orchard
And tomatoes in the backyard
Both will be sown in the days to run
To ripen underneath the sun.

Come the season of the harvest
When your heart is at its earnest
You will pluck the morsels from the vine
And climb the tree 'til you swell your spine.

But winter, like the raging horses
Goes creeping like the darkest tempest
And let you do what needs to be done
To bring home just a single one.

It's quite funny but it's true
What these two things will do to you
They will just lie there side by side
To give you freedom to decide.

Which is which? You'll start asking
Here and there they'll go beguiling
Both are succulent, both are red
Both are fruits in the book you've read.

You will put one in the basket
And throw the other in a casket
To rush back home without a track
And leave the guilt behind your back.

An apple rolled on the table
It was the choice that you made able
It looked sweeter, that's what you think
It's bigger and would never shrink.

But as you took a bite it bled
The rancid juice it ever shed
And worms crawled out to sing your death
As you grappled your one last breath.

Alas! You lay in that coffin
While the soil crawled down and mud crept in
Seeds will drink your blood and sprout again
Red tomatoes you wish you would have taken.

I've had a taste of my father's medicine
But it wasn't in any way a cure.
It stung like the strongest kind of heroine
That made me prisoner in this ****** moor.

It was an addictive transformation
Where I almost lost myself
A painful venom was set in motion
Yet I didn't want to cry for help.

I don't need those foggy glasses
I'm a man with a spider's sense
I weave courage while I kick some *****
Not a nerd who cleans his camera's lense.

But how can I be called strong
If I couldn't even beat this irony
Though I save a hundred people all day long
I couldn't protect those who are dear to me.

If only I could defeat the monster
This eight-legged demon inside me
I wouldn't have to say "In great power
Comes great responsibility."

As I lay me dying,
See how all the children play
In the flaming streets of a winter day
Without taking heed to what I say.

As I lay me dying,
Catch a pigeon's flight to blend
In the toxic clouds of violence
That steal away all her innocence.

As I lay me dying,
Listen to the mournful cry
Of guns and bullets in lullaby
As they dance to both the truth and lie.

As I lay me dying,
Laugh at all the foolish hounds
In armored suits and heavy bounds
As they kneel before an ungodly crown.

As I lay me dying,
Witness how the world intends
To end her days in great amends
And awake the curse to last the ends.

As I lay me dying,
Watch with me in this graze of grey
While the sun dries my flesh in decay
As the sea of tears drowns its bloodstained rays.

As I lay me dying,
Join me as I breathe my last
For the darkest future and regretful past
And the wrecked present that my greed has cast.

Washed ashore
By the angry ebb
Of lost Atlantis,
The ocean brims
In liquid Jade
And grains of gold.

The sun won't sleep
Under the blanket
Of the vast horizon,
But dances with
The velvet moon
At heaven's feet.

Divine rays pierce
The prismic clouds
Bleeding spectrum,
Rain that seethed
At the apex
Of nature's bossom.

They gushed forth
Like raging horses
To a thirsty basin,
That slithered down
The silver rivers
And shallow streams.

Neon vines
Creep in the floor
Of the sleeping forest
Cradled by the songs
Of Mockingjays
And willow dryads.

The zephyr hums
A joyful song
In the laughing thickets
As flowers bloom
Like newborn stars
In the undergrowth.

In the mellow heart
Of the deep forest
A *****'s cry
Echoed woes
Of the hidden land
And its deadly curse.

I once had a Simple Plan
To bribe a lady for a Kiss
With a Nickleback in my hand
And an Eagle tattoo on my wrist.

I brought her to the Linkin Park
And gave her meatloaf and Bread
But it had Red Hot Chilli Peppers
So she ate the Pearl Jam instead.

My tongue was like a Rolling Stone
As I tell her my Nirvana of love
I made promises with my Pink Floyd finger
As she watched a Led Zepellin flew above.

Her Metallica heart didn’t waste time
And she rejected me within Thirty Seconds to Mars
I treated her like a Queen
But all I got were Iron Maiden scars.

It stung me like the Bee Gees
Or a Scorpion tail’s as fine
The Beatles are all crawling down my skin
When she broke this Heart of mine

Guns N Roses were the choices
That were left for me to Root
But a Cheap Trick with the latter
Ended my romantic Journey afoot.

Isn't it funny
How they call you big?
When your limbs were shaking
And your belly's shrunk
All bones from muzzle to tail.
Perhaps the cheerful girl
Wasn't so little for a kid
Under that red hood.

Don't you get mad
When people call you bad?
All you ever did was do
The sickly grandma a favor.
The girl could've done worse
Disobeying the elder's order
And nibbling on half the food
While prancing in the woods.

Don't you get sad
When people call you wolf?
Though you looked more like
A stray dog barging at the hut's door
And a bear after swallowing the two whole
Pretty much misunderstood
By the village and the world
Full of big, bad, wolves.

My mommy is
busy babysitting
and breastfeeding
another baby's
Daddy.

I hovered down my cursor
Towards the Facebook icon
My senses were in fervor
For one notification.

I clicked the drop down button
That was drenched in crimson red
My mind had an implosion
As I decoded what it said.

Someone sent a game request
To me when time was lush
My day embarks another quest
In the game of candy crush.

A ticket, life, or power-up
Could be the thing I need
To clear the way and reach the top
And in the ranks I'll lead.

A move that swaps a jelly bean
Perhaps could form an "L"
A wrapper bomb then could be seen
Explosion it would spell.

Maybe an orange lozenge
Could pile in lines of four
A striped bomb could come in revenge
And wipe out lanes for score.

A bunch of yellow lemon drops
I'll surely link to five
In time a color bomb would pop
And clear the candy hive.

Heaps of lollipop heads in blue
And purple cluster sweets
Could get swept out in a row or two
By coco wheels or jelly fish.

How lovely it would be to see
A medley of combination
Bombs and power-ups in spree
To a rainbow candy motion.

Two wrapper bombs would be enough
To blast two groupings clean
Two striped ones make a checker stuff
Where blocks have ever been.

A wrapper and a color bomb
Blast off a certain hue
A color bomb and a stripe in clump
Stripe out some colors too.

Perhaps of all the tricks I've seen
The one that serves me great
A duo of color bombs would mean
The end of all the slate.

The sun may rise, the moon may set
I'll be there to sit and play
A sweet treat is all I need to get
And I'll complete my day.

You can stop the time effortlessly,
And make everything else lose motion;
In this dimension of two possibilities,
I would break the laws of constants,
To rise to this rare occasion,
While I helplessly but mindfully,
Keep falling into your machinations,
Because you're the only variable,
Making sense in this causal prediction.

You can state all of your demands,
While seemingly making a point;
I'll supply smiles to your shenanigans,
And validate all these assumptions;
Let's meet halfway and find the perfect joint,
To sieze the meaning of our existence,
Without a care to this world's boring bustles;
All the other factors can wait in line,
Because you're the missing piece to my puzzle.

Chubby Crimson  Cheeks
Pressing to Pinkish Palms
Gawking Gray Gangsters
Falling to Fuschia Feelings.

Enchanting Emerald Eyes
Staring at Silver Skies
Peering Purple Punks
Bumbling on Black Boots.

Laughing Lilac Lips
Caressing Cream Chin
Gazing Golden Goons
Stupefied on Sepia Street.

Single Scarlet Strand
On Cute Charcoal Cut
Talking Tanned Thugs
Groggy on Green Grass.

Snuggled for warmth,
Kindled the flame,
Bathed in the smoldering February rains.
Untamed desires,
Unkilled delights,
Fueled by the incandescent summer nights.
Did you feel the burn?
The radiance quickly flickering.
Did you feel it fade?
The fire slowly subsiding.
Drenched in goodbyes, we're watching the last cinder die.

Quack Doctor
Fake Supervisor
Bogus Professor
Deceitful Color
Common Denominator.

Bomb Inventor
Rifle Creator
Device Innovator
Reigning Terror
Common Denominator.

Untruthful Suitor
Promiscuous Actor
Love Collector
Artificial Amour
Common Denominator.

Abusive Creditor
Illegal Investor
Unlawful Director
Greed Factor
Common Denominator.

Rogue Investigator
Friendly Assassinator
Double Conspirator
Backstab Traitor
Common Denominator.

I killed my ego with a pen
Using backstabbing verses
Of betrayal and pretense.

But from all the ***** ink it bled
The pen hemorrhaged to death
Such inglorious ruination.

The blood scribbled on the paper
A nonsensical composition
Now a useless paraphernalia.

I skillfully crumpled the evidence
And threw all dead bodies to the bin
A towering pile of unworthy victims.

I'd gladly replace them with fresher supply
As I satiate my thirst for more intriguing pieces
Worthy candidates for my delightful collection.

I want to plunge into the azure sky
And bathe in the dawn's light,
I'll disperse like a mist of vapors
Vanishing into the ocean's mirror.

I want to sit on the roaring goliaths
Of volcanoes and towering sierras,
Cradled by a stream of clouds
Serenaded by mysterious hums.

I want to dance in the breeze
Of frigid winters and blazing summers,
Play with the flickering bolts
And sing with the rolling thunders.

I want to sleep under Luna's *****
Beneath a blanket of a million stars,
As I dream of storms in the Pacific
Or the Auroras in the Arctic.

To the planet called Earth
And its so called overseers:
We are your distant neighbor
From a far-flung star
A thousand times greater than yours.

We don't come in peace.
Certainly, you may think
That your intergalactic
Space bound expeditions
Got us all figured out.

Your futile exploits
Gave you but an idea
That might turn out to be
A million light years away
From such a prized truth.

But we know everything
About your infant planet.
Your warm-blooded race
The silly thing you call Science
And your many weakness.

We have been here all along
Since the ancient times.
Your ancestors offered megaliths
And long tried to build relations.
But we were never pleased.

Your intelligence, though much inferior
Made us believe you are prepared enough
To decode encrypted messages on crop circles.
But even so with your best technology
You have failed us once again.

Humans! Take heed to the signs
And the warnings of our coming.
We have waited long enough
And gave you time to hone your potential
Only to find you stuck in your own maze.

You call us aliens, those big headed monsters
That you amuse yourself  in your movies.
But you are the strangest kind of life
That our probes have ever studied.
Your saga shall be recorded well.

Do angels have to cry
To let rain pour from the sky?
Would unicorns hang round the bend
When rainbows have to end?

Where could be the *** of gold
If the leprechaun turns cold?
Will the Toothfairy check my bed
If I hide my sweet tooth instead?

Will Mr. Sandman catch my dreams
If there's nightmare at the seams?
Would the Easter be the same
Without that egg-hunting game?

Would mermaids lose their tail
If there are no lands left to sail?
Or would Humpty Dumpty fall
To a foolish heart's call?

Will Alice lose her way
If Wonderland turns grey?
Would Jack Frost cast a snow
If there's no love left to grow?

On the second of September,
God summoned His loyal angel
Plucked the wings of the great warrior
And sent her down for a mortal's favor.

She was born as a lovely daughter
And then she grew as a thoughtful sister
Learned to be a wonderful procreator
And now enjoys her career as a grandmother.

But God didn't take her light away
Knowing that she'll use it all throughout her days
To touch the lives of those she met and stayed
And illuminate the home she has nurtured each day.

She's still the angel that God allowed
To prove her loyalty with an unbroken vow
Ordered to sow love, she felt loved in return
She is everything that a family could yearn.

February Marched east
Skipped the blue moon in between
So he May see June.

Slowly, idly, lackadisaically
The clock ticks to a thousand degree
Crossing angles of my obliquity
An eternal wait of pure agony.

A mind game is but a child's play
In these four walls of cream and grey
And the heart could easily fall prey
To this pointless introverted decay.

How time flies by so fast
But its wayward wings can never last
It can only cry a regretful past
How soon is soon, this I shall pass.

The future is an elusive plead
Of the tattered hearts and scornful greed
That the mind will try to sprout a seed
And sow a tree to bear the deed.

Tomorrow lies my judgment
That will either end or start the torment
And all these myriad of seconds spent
Will all turn a fraction of a fleeting moment.

The ceiling becomes a painted mirror
Of pure monochromatic colors
My veins enrapture in this cold terror
As my heart relearns this familiar horror.

A jot, a blot is all I need
To give my thoughts their sweetest deed
I swing and swirl this loot of ink
As letters dance to what I think

Think not and write you cannot do
Like Napoleon to Waterloo
For what is war but a loss in wager
A broken truce in a piece of paper?

Papers shrink and end in bins
As writers make their painful sins
But how can that be not far better
Than to hallow one with a price much greater?

Greater than the boldest force
And the many knights in their battle horse
Is a gobbled pride left sealed in wax
To unleash the sheep and **** the fox

Foxtrot to the endless seams
Of choicest words and inner hymns
Writing is a hundred twice as fun
And safer than a loaded gun

Guns may pierce the human flesh
But words hit straight a person’s chest
For what it’s worth, a mighty mortal
Can fall to such a force as equal

Equal to a slash of sword
Is an ample dash of pointy words
A blood spill sure can end a war
Don’t you think a pen can get that far?

Far and near are distant words
That pens can glue but not the swords
For I can rule the world and sprout a seed
A jot, a blot, is all I need.

It was quite a while
Since I wrote to you
I'll make up with a smile
And "how do you do?"

You see, I've been busy
Roaming round the streets
In this sleepless city
Of lies and deceits.

I longed for my pen
And my loot of ink
Missed going down my den
To write what I think.

But I have a story
I sure love to tell
A dash of honesty
It could ring a bell.

As I make my way
In this jungle of concrete
People live the day
With a dying spirit.

They tend for the future
And wake up tomorrow
Caged in a wicked culture
In the grayest limbo.

They don't sing the same
Nor dance the beat
They won't play the game
To warm their feet.

But the coldest truth
I've come to know
Is one to bear fruit
From a fear to grow.

Their hollow heart
Left the passion to write
Of how poems start
And end with might.

I'm stuck at a sea
Of wandering souls
A piece of humanity
In a thousand ghouls.

Just slowly hold your breath,
Then fake your own death,
By using a foolproof plot,
Tricking everyone on the spot,
Confusing the supernatural,
With a boring script for your funeral,
Filled with synthetic flowers,
And a pretentious bunch of mourners,
Who can reenact the melodrama,
Without breaking their persona.
You can scribble your own prayers,
And rearrange all the chairs,
As if they're watching a movie flop,
Or a bomb about to be dropped,
Their faces painting either sorrow,
Or the joy of a free desperado
You can lace the refreshments,
With a dash of resentment,
And hire a clown to spill ***** jokes,
To make them laugh until they choke.
Enjoy the show of your grand design,
As both friends and enemies fall in line.