I don't mind being alone
I just hate being lonely
"I am more than my anxiety."
"I am more than my anxiety."
"I am always enough."
Say it louder for the monsters at the back of your mind.
it's either you hurt the people who are closest to you,
or they hurt you
but the funny part is
most of the time
you just hurt yourself
I hope we are all
more than who we
thought we are
If this is all the love I’ll ever know, if this is all the love I’ll ever get.. I’m content.
And here we are,
surrounded by too many poems;
already too familiar
with what it's like to be a poet
that had his heart broken...
I wanna know..
*what it's like to be a poet who has already been healed?
Hold your head up, love
The waves, they crash
The raindrops fall
It’s okay for you to stumble
Yet the tides rest
The storm ends
Get on your feet,
do your best
You deserve all the good things this life can offer.
I don’t think I’m one of them.
I’m no good thing.
Aren’t you glad that no matter how many times you asked the stars to take you away, they didn’t?
I am but a piece of flower, almost withered, never having seen the sun. And there she was, a tulip, never opening up to anyone. Then there were some that come in groups, like orchids - every color there is. My mom and her friends, a bouquet of sunflowers, always looking up the sun. Partners and colleagues, daisies and stargazers. And every other girl you come across with, angel’s breath, roses, lilies and dahlia.
A planet full of women is a garden.
Happy Women’s Day!
You told me the stars shine for me
but that night was the darkest,
there were no stars
that was the night I figured
I don’t need the stars,
I can shine, too
Always wanting to be found
Been wishing to saved
Even if deep in your heart you knew
The only person that could save you
The halo lifts,
the wings crumble,
the angel leaves,
runs, and never stumble.
She cannot save you.
My watched stopped ticking the day we met again, and I swear I could hear your heartbeat even from meters away. How long has it been? God, I missed your face. I almost forgot how beautiful you were. You were even more beautiful than the day I lost you.
Time stood still
I stepped closer.
I reached for a hug,
...you let me.
My broken watch was the closest to forever I could ever be. Your heartbeat was the closest to heaven I would ever be.
‘Til death do you part
And yet even after that
She waits for you to come home every night
Funny how we're so scared about the future when tomorrow is not even guaranteed.
A ceramic vase shattered in front of her eyes, she was not the one at fault, but she fixes it anyway.
Now at 18, a boy’s heart is shattered and he's now in front of her, she was not the one who broke the boy’s heart, but she fixes him anyway.
And I am the hypocrite
who swore to protect you
with everything I am
just to see my sword
piercing through your heart
I am the angel
that caused your death
You treat her like some problem that you needed to solve when all she needed was for you to accept her.
Some riddles don't need solving.
When one can no longer seek for justice, when one has already dried up his tears and lost his voice shouting for help, when one can no longer complete a sentence or throw punches because of fear: **BE THEIR VOICE.
This war is not a cleanse,
Red is not the color of water*
He promised a bloodbath, he delivers
Blood in his hands, he waves
His men with guns, in rage
All those against him: a huge price they paid
and if you still think this is normal,
if you still think this is for the common good,
are part of the war
you are the weapon
you are the gun
the gun that killed innocent lives and called it "collateral damage", the gun that pushed cops to **** lives to meet their quota, the gun that went from one hand to another to another and was finally kept hidden by the man on the chair
"How well would you sleep tonight?"
"Brother, why do you have blood on your hands?"
paper and ink
that's all it takes
to be immortalized
I guess this heart
is a parking lot
Know what keeps you warm
and let it burn you
You're the handwritten love letter I will always treasure, but will never open again.
I'll be looking
for it everywhere I go
even if my mind forgets
I know my heart won't
Maybe it's because you were never there, or maybe it's because you have always been - you are the good bye I've been wanting and not wanting to bid.
You'll always be the dream
that wakes me up at night
She was shattered. But then again, a shattered glass still shows you more reflections than a regular one. Maybe being broken isn't bad after all.
Some people leave you,
Some people you leave.
And here I am, a wrecked ship who refuses to sink; and there you are, a strong current trying to be meek. You were born to destroy me but we're trying to coexist.
I wish I could save you from falling apart.
I guess I like it better when it used to hurt. Now I have grown used to your absence, I feel nothing.
Angel, I do not want to forget you
The earth is a messy place
and the monsters I fear are familiar faces. But no matter how scary the world is, it's bearable because of you.
You are my courage.
Sometimes what you need is not something you can have nor gain. Sometimes what you need is a brief moment of nothing, a comma in a very long sentence, a pause in a long argument, a moment of silence..to hear nothing, see nothing, be nothing.
She who breathes poetry,
make me fly.
I've given you warmth and comfort, but every time I invite you to stay a little longer, you'd tell me you need to go.
Now I know what that meant, *I was your shelter but never your home.
Moon to the sun
Plateau to the ocean
Light to darkness
Hero to the villain
Start to an end
I to you
I will strive to be the best version of myself in order to provide you of what you deserve. I will give you everything I am, and everything I have to fulfill what you need. And even if it means I feel empty, I will fill you with love and hope. I will protect you from harm and love you for eternity.
And you - you just need to stay.
Maybe home is not a person, maybe home is just a feeling after all; and maybe this is the reason why I feel that I don't belong - to a place nor to a person.
I've lost a lot of things that matter and my senses went with them. I can no longer feel anything.
Now home is just a memory.
And even when we're worlds apart, my soul reaches out to you.
There's something fascinating and subtly terrifying about thunderstorms - the way it touches the ground and the way it cracks the sky open. It's like the angels want to reach out to us, but whenever they get closer, something gets destroyed.
You are my ghost, you've been with me as long as I can remember. But unlike any other monsters, I'm afraid that one day I'd no longer see you.
Stop staring at me like that. Your eyes, they pierce through me, they cut me deep. You're searching for something that's not in me.
Stop. Don't step closer. Do not move.
the sun still rises around 5 am
the trees still sways and the wind still blows
the birds, they chirp; the dogs, they bark
the sky still blasts orange and purple rays around 6 pm
these people around me, they are still the same people that I've known
but without you in it,
it's a totally different day