whats up with the world tweeting “humans but no humanity” and ranting about violence and terrorist attacks sweeping the country one city at a time? it’s awkwardly funny when we think violence is just about all these massive issues - terrorism and ****, because haven’t you been told? no matter how big or small, violence is still violence. now we say there’s too little of love left in the world but we don’t even care to look at ourselves in the mirror first before expressing these sentiments. you say there’s not much of it left? how can there be any more of it when we can’t even forgive our enemies. how can it be when instead of praying for the people we hate, we stab them repeatedly in the back with our words, gossips, and senseless accusations. how can it be when we try so hard to be the “good one” but really we’re all just seeking for attention. it ***** to see all of us etching words in these social media platforms about love and humanity when we barely even walk our talks. love starts with the way we treat those around us. after all, we’re all just a bunch of feel-good hypocrites.

P.S. i used the word ‘we’ to be collective and inclusive of myself

her heart burns with fiery passion
it sparks in moments unfathomed
her mind converses
in soliloquy
it reigns above knowledge
unconquered
her facade divulges
the potency of strength
it conceals the scars
and wounds unhealed
still she stands ablaze
clothed in golden streaks
and red flames of life’s
euphoric haze.

My melancholy muse
break away from your
renegade romance,
sweep off the residue
of a fettered love affair.
Come rest in my abode -
i’ll sprinkle you with
moonlight dust,
adorn with flecks
of emerald plushes
and make you my birdsong
where your every blink
shall spawn idyllic themes,
your laugh
strum lyrics of exuberance,
and your touch -
an oasis in stratums
of drought.

Meeting you was like the calm
before a storm.
Warm, moist air
surrounded my atmosphere
and from that moment thereon,
I had anticipated the arrival
of a raging cyclone -
a whirlwind of breathtaking events
flashed before my eyes
in fast forward.

Knowing you was like the day
slowly fading into dusk.
I have woven myself
both in the soft beaming
light of your soul
and the abyss of your darkness
where I saw the parts you’ve hidden
even from yourself.

Loving you was like the sun
going through a nuclear fusion.
It required the release
of massive amounts of energy
to withstand the rapid surge
of emotions I felt,
but at the same time,
the warmth it produced
has kept me safe and at peace,
until I’ve learned
to embrace life itself.

Losing you was like the eruption
of an underwater volcano.
It was quiet, yet chaotic
and occurred in a depth
isolated from the rest of the world.
But how stunning it is
that after the smoke [pain]
had cleared [gone]
and the magma [wounds]
had cooled [healed],
I witnessed the birth
of a new island [beginning].
And suddenly,
an epiphany occurred to me -

I had become the result of a beautiful disaster.

A day long been forgotten
was the day our paths had crossed.
Back then, I was made of brittle bones
and smoke-filled lungs –
a parasitic host.
And you were a scratched mixtape,
glitched beyond repair –
a spectre of menace.
We became a tragic misadventure -
a meteor crash,
a numbing hailstorm,
a catastrophic shipwreck.
Safe, it was no longer.
I felt the ground crumble when
you left.
Our story had no rhythmic patterns
or ballad structures,
just a simply-written prose.
If only we had met today,
I, a blossoming daffodil in spring
and you, a picturesque landscape
But fate vehemently opposed.
Who else to blame for our love’s brevity
But time, the relentless enemy.

Sometimes I miss him
There are times
I don’t.
Like random flu shots,
Like a stopover down the road.

I’m not all over him -

Clearly no desperate longing
At any angle for his somber, dark eyes
Nor enigmatic smile.
Though I do admit -

Gaps of the day, I use to fantasize
Ever allured by the curves of his body
Tenderly lulled by his mellow voice -

On my knees, I am hypnotized.
Visualizing the way he brushes his fingers
Eminently against my back.
Rejuvenating - it sends chills down my spine,

Yes, my spirit’s taken aback.
Oh, I’m in denial but if truth be told,
Unravel the message…



Read the first letters of every line and unfold.

Our vessel sails across
tranquil seas and
subtle waves
no visible signs
of thunderstorms
no heavy winds
or pitch-dark clouds
in the harbor of safety
we lie untroubled
but not for long


the serenity of the
waters is not a
guarantee
to the end
of the shore
when you’re stuck
in the doldrums
it’s stagnant melancholy
a torrent of calm
is deserting too


I'm in a voyage of love
where the anchor
is you
but the ship
is already sunken
to the deep trenches
and it pleads
to be saved

Her glistening smile
only appears in the dying of light
the odes of imminent fervor
reverberating from within
unleash as she steals the spotlight
from her restless shadow
cast by the crescent moon
dripping silver hues,
but she envelops back
to a tight sheath in isolation
as early as the daybreak -
the crack of dawn
and if you only dwell
on the surface
you can never untangle
her unkempt secrets
nor unravel the effervescence
she manifests.

Have faith in the beauty
of your solitary existence,
immerse in the reality
of love's absence.
Celebrate in the middle
of a starry, lonesome night,
gear up for the battles
only you can fight.
Mourn for the people
who can't cut loose
and tethered to the
toxicity of unwanted abuse.
Embark on a journey
to find yourself,
channel your emotions
to the truest you've felt.
Make amends with
past relationships failed,
start anew but be marvelled
at the mess you've made.
It's a blessed new day
and for the first time,
you're allowed to do it
your own way.

The first time I laid eyes on you,
I caught a glimpse of the break of dawn -
a luminescence of  breathtaking events
flashed before my eyes
in fast forward.
As we started talking,
I saw the radiant glow of my
somber, brown eyes
reflecting on yours.
The moment our fingers
first touched,
i felt a sudden jolt
of electricity flowing
through the current
of our bodies.
We became two atoms fusing
to release massive energies
to fuel the sun’s rays.
The warmth became
our refuge - comforting, safe.
Seconds turned minutes,
minutes turned days;
I witnessed an everyday cycle
of day fading into dusk.
I have woven myself in
the soft beaming light
of your soul,
but deeper, I also immersed
into the abyss of  your darkness,
until we both suspended
into the nothingness.
One morning, I felt
warm, moist air
surrounding my atmosphere.
As the veil of pitch-dark clouds
approached, I enveloped in
anxious anticipation.
Is this the beginning of the end?
As the storm surges,
squalls of rain
and a heavy whirlwind
loom overhead -
it comes from a distance
but I can feel the destruction
happening within.
Slowly, i was consumed,
washed away - a mere casualty.
As soon as the skies cleared,
we were no longer.
I walked barefoot
in streets
of the aftermath.
Remnants of the storm
were scattered all over.
I was no longer whole,
but I did not need to be.
I waited until a glimmer
of light surfaced through
the horizon. It was stunning
after all - to be alive and
greeted with a speck of hope,
In the midst of a ravaging maelstrom scheme.

A fallen angel
plummeted from
the soaring skies
she didn't carry
wings that were
ivory white
nor did she wear
a halo that sparkled
in gold
but she enchants with
a seraphic smile -
the mirror to her soul.

the luminous elegance of the sun
still glitters over the continental horizon
amid turmoil and waging wars

the timeless beauty of the moon
still shines upon the darkest valleys
of battles fought and a fallen past

the captivating soul of the forests
still command over the vast kingdom,
from untamed beasts to creatures unknown

the majestic scenery of the mountains
still transcend above all treachery
rooted in avarice and hearts of stone

the colossal depths of the oceans
still reflect the blue translucent skies
and whisper how to navigate the waves

the stunning work of art we call earth
still spins on her axis amongst celestial bodies
bound and certain of the orbit she takes

the world does not cease to exist
in the brink of demise - failing love,
broken trust or crushing dreams

still, it enraptures mankind
with a speck of faith, a glimmer of hope
in the midst of a ravaging maelstrom scheme

As I gaze upon the beauty that only so much of my eyes can grasp,

I enter into the universe of a human being who is composed of multiple galaxies pooling together to create a breathless whole. Planets embody the few people he trusts enough to orbit his life, meteors are his conflicting beliefs colliding with each other, while the stars manifest the milestones he has unlocked, and connecting one to the other forms meaningful constellations of who he is today.

As I examine every angle of his curved physique,

I open the anatomy of a human being whose organs agree to a pact  
of building a sanctuary - an oasis that would keep him safe from the evil trying to penetrate his subconscious. The blood in his veins rushes throughout his body to enliven a dormant soul, his ribcage is a fortress that shields his heart from shattering into a thousand irreparable pieces, and his bones contain enough calcium to trace a perfectly disproportional outline of the human figure.

As I listen to the first words uttered by his misty pink lips,

I hear the music of a human being whose taste mixes with unorthodox genres and whose spirit is filled with rhapsodies of the heart. He eludes electronic pop melodies but dances to the rhythm of jazz and the way that he drowns in the unconventional has resonated with the beat of my heart - steady, slow, and sometimes fast.

And here I am, hoping for the ball of luck to find me, because who am I to fall in love with a masterpiece when I am merely an unfinished artwork that ceased to exist?

By all means, surrender
your chaste brilliance
unto the hands
of poetry
shed off till the very
last trace
strip it bare naked
as if it's losing
virginity
let your
undulated thoughts
flow through
every page,
make every rhyme
sync with tidal lines
bled out words
and verses divine
engrave them
in a book
furrowed in
the crevices
of time.

you’ve built a home
in the arteries of my heart
and i was reckless
to believe you’ll
stay

i’ve grown weary
of laundry baskets
with blood-stained kisses
and a carcass of my worth

on the table i serve
the champagne of my innocence
and you clinked your goblet
with mine
cheers to your simmering
thirst for my listless soul

i fall into a heavy slumber
and woke up to a phantasm
of hypnotic skies
a trance, longing for your
tight, suffocating embrace

the bathroom floor
caught a glimpse
of a toxic touch,
lacerate deep
into my bones
bleed out the pain
of throbbing despair

as you exit through the gate
i was gasping for air
what i thought was a home
actually was -

a slaughter house.

This cradle of sweet remembrance
is ours to recollect
under a myriad of unknown stars.
Your hazel eyes bore golden flecks,
your cheeks blushed crimson
above the scars.
Every bit of flesh in your body
speaks of our nostalgic yesteryear,
it mirrors the chasmic depths
of a love beyond celestial spheres.

trudging the empty aisle -
across wet rusty tables
wooden benches
and a japanese maple tree,
i reminisced our first kiss
where it was just us along with
the non-existent crowd.
when the settled rain
splashed softly on my shoes,
i heard the sound of
approaching footsteps
when you’re just inches
away from home.
and all alone, i drenched
in the smell of dewy grass,
the same way you buried your
face in my perfumed dress.
wherever i looked, i see
the granular semblance,
the slightest fraction of you.
in the empty aisle
in the splash of rain
in the dewy grass
in the middle of nowhere -
in everywhere,
there was you.

What happened to the dream
of living in peace -
The brutality of man,
the wars that never cease?

In the midst of the fighting,
I, too, am struggling.
There’s a war inside of me,
It’s difficult to break free.

There’s an enemy within,
that gashes through my soul.
It crawls to my heart,
Digging a deep hole.

The monsters in my mind,
they drag me down.
They cloud up my thoughts,
In an ocean of insecurities, I drown.

When demons are at work,
They devour me alive.
I’ve started to doubt myself,
Now I can hardly survive.

Human as we are,
We commit mistakes.
And I’ve fallen into a dungeon -
A trap seemingly impossible to escape.

Because I am afraid,
I chose to enslave my being.
Because I am weak,
I chose to surrender without thinking.

I can’t help myself; it haunts me,
It consumes me, my sanity - I’m stale.
It laughs at my scars, my endless suffering.
My weakness has become its holy grail.

Now I’m screaming to be saved
My inner self cries, I’ve been locked in a cage
One by one, it murders my dreams,
Takes on my body, tears me at my seams.

I’ve slowly succumbed to fear
With failure after failure,
I ask myself: is there a way out?
Is there a cure?

Truth is, I can’t outgrow my demons,
I can only learn to live with them.
If I give it the power over me,
I will reside under its realm.

And until the day I decide to tame them,
Until the day I rise above my demons,
It will continue to hold me captive.
It will continue to reign and summon.

Until the day I conquer them,
Until the day I fight my adversaries,
I can never escape the shackles of fear and doubt,
I can never live in peace

You came in big waves,
but I do not know how to surf.

winding roads and
grassy slopes
a safe refuge
to calm the soul
frostbite skin
from a misty breeze
cover the cracks
of shattered veneer
as earthen soil greets
the foggy skies
fragments of hope
meet the eye
scent of petrichor
fills the mountain high
self-love is
my battle cry.

cascading laughter on the precipice edge
as eyes dance to a symphony of bliss
and lips sing to a melody of sweet spontaneity.