takbo mo'y karipas
sa bawat ahon na humahampas.
pinipilit tumakas
sa mga buhanging nakakalas.

ngiti mo'y di mapawi,
tingin ko'y di mawari.
sinasabi mo'y sari-sari,
buhok ko'y lagi **** hinahawi.

buntong hininga ang tanging ipinalit.
wala ka manlang bang kamalit-malit?
kama'y mo ay sa aki'y ikinawit,
sa akin ay ngumiti ka saglit.

pilit tinutugunan,
salita mo'y ako ay naambunan.
tayo'y nagtatawagan,
diri sa isang munting dalampasigan.

ikaw lamang ay maging masaya.
o aking sintang giliw, ako'y kuntento na.
makita kang nakangiti't tawa,
sa aki'y iyo'y sapat na.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

she gave me her nudes
she was bare
and naked
and so out
and open
and i willingly
accepted it
because it wasnt the nudes
that showed her body
the physical aspects
that made her beautiful
it was the words
she didnt choose
and the spontaneity
that left her
either from her lips
or her fingers
or ink

she was as bare
as her nudes
and i accepted
her for her.

Cries for help
Are not cries for attention
I mean
Sometimes
A little attention
Is all that person
Ever really needed
Just to know
You're not alone
You're not the only one
Who lies awake at night
And waits to die
I'd be a lie
If I said
I haven't tried
And these people
With their masks on
They tell me
All you ever write about
Is suicide
But they're wrong
I write
For hope
I write
To cope
I write
To let you know
You're not alone

It's ok not to be ok

There's a chef in my mind
That does all the cooking
Mixing words into rhyme
Brings home the bacon

Changes up recipes
Stirring freely
In and out of the pan
With poetic ease

If it's not to his taste
He spices it up
Broiled, fried, or baked
Poems served up for lunch

It's like he's on a mission
Always in my kitchen
Trying new recipes out
On whoever will listen

The chef in my mind
That does all the cooking
Mixing words into rhyme
Brings home the bacon