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M e l l o Sep 2019
the rain
starts to drop
his fists clenched
his eyes was red
he cursed the ground
muttering the words
fate is wicked
screams unheard
he cursed the ground
called you stupid
your silence cut deep
the pain he tried to keep
he remain tight-lipped
yet inside he wails and wept
how dare you throw away the life
that others struggles to keep?
as the rain stop
he asked the ground
why did you commit
such selfish act?
Potd. Sept 11.
M e l l o Sep 2019
she cruise
on stormy seas
with a fragile boat
she creates
handing her life
on what she believes
"fate"
the paper boat
she made's
destined to sink
Sept. 11
M e l l o Sep 2019
our soul are like
bottled inks
waiting to be open
and spill it wonders
on blank sheets
this is a piece
of my soul
in ink
unto this paper
it spilled
Sept. 11
M e l l o Sep 2019
At 25,
you'll read old conversations
at night
while having coffee
you'll think about your life,
how you never get enough sleep
and
thinking ways how to survive
work days until weekend
it feels like kind of a routine
but that's okay,
you'll get out of it someday.
Adulting under construction.
M e l l o Sep 2019
its
my silent
wish
to
have
no fear
Hi.
M e l l o Sep 2019
binalak kong baguhin
ang isip mo
at nang tumagal
ako yung nalito
kung saan ko ba
ilulugar ang sarili ko
sa'yo
Naisip ulit kita.
M e l l o Aug 2019
I got the taste of what they called regret
I said as we walked around town
he was curious and asked me
What does it taste like then?
You.
I think of you today.
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