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psyche Jan 2021
How many times have I quietly sobbed today?
Finally letting my walls down as I let myself know I am alone.

The room is filled with heavy gasps of air,
only for my ears to hear.
No, these aren't your regular inhales and exhales.

They come with little sobs and whimpers
that changes your breathing,
They come with sharp pains in your chest as if you're drowning,
They come with little pools of water that has the capacity to carry an immense weight of sadness.

Defying the Laws of Physics,
wetting your face that never seems to stay dry
with each little drop.

All at once,
You feel as they come at you.
Like a firework had just been lit,
prepared for what's to come on the 4th of July.





Suddenly, all these that surges from you stops.
Your ears ***** on slow yet heavy thumping sounds . . .  !

You get up, and the fireworks in your chest fall at once to your hollow stomach.
Making a crashing noise of empty cans on shards of previously broken glass.

You wipe your tears and stare back,
as your reflection in the mirror smiles at you.

a fleeting moment of hate and disappointment pass through your mind

Inhale. . . .                                                                ­                                       
                                                                ­                                    . . . .Exhale

"it's sharp and it stings...'s tight and all very familiar"

A new task has begun as soon as you end one,
and just as quick a routine ends and night awakens....
The same routine awaits to greet you,

once the Sun wakes the world.
title inspired by Kate Chopin's "The Story of an Hour". give it a read if you haven't :))

! TW !: I feel like people with anxiety might find the last line triggering
psyche Sep 2020
That tightness in your chest,
the heavy weight that resides there
Is it because you're sick?
desperately gasping for air

Or are you being condemned?
declared as guilty
The plaint you carry
no stranger would it be
psyche Jul 2020
I have told you, and I told you truly that I love you too much. You engross my thoughts too intirely to allow me to think of any thing else—you not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream—and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetness. ‘Tis a pretty story indeed that I am to be thus monopolized, by a little nut-brown maid like you—and from a statesman and a soldier metamorphosed into a puny lover. I believe in my soul you are an inchantress; but I have tried in vain, if not to break, at least, to weaken the charm—you maintain your empire in spite of all my efforts—and after every new one, I make to withdraw myself from my allegiance my partial heart still returns and clings to you with increased attachment. To drop figure my lovely girl you become dearer to me every moment. I am more and more unhappy and impatient under the hard necessity that keeps me from you, and yet the prospect lengthens as I advance.
July 3, a celebration of Hamilton (the musical) coming on Disney+
  Jun 2020 psyche
Birthed me,
nursed me,
trained me,
And most of all you loved me

to the womb that became my home for 9 months,
to the arms that never grew weary for years,
to the chest that turned my pillow for decade,
to the back that forever bended for me to find a comfort place of sleep,
and to the lap I'll never outgrow for,
I raise my fist up there in the sky to say,
Thank you
psyche Mar 2019
i believe that i'll be ok
i believe that it was never true
i believe in whatever you say
i believe this is just a phase
but "i believe" is just a phrase
its putting faith in something as true
but what you believe in is different from what others put faith in...

as true

If you believe that you're human does it make it true?
If you believe The Creation does it make it true?
If you believe in God, is He then true to you?

if not then what is true?
what is false?
what is left that is real in this ******* world?

i believe that i'll be ok
i believe that it was never true
i believe in whatever you say
i believe this is just a phase

will you really be ok?
was it never really true?
is what you say true?

am i a phase?
is everyone just a phase?
is the image of the world we perceive a phase?

something that won't last long?
something that's just an illusion?

out of all the questions i ask, do you believe in your answer?
or is it just a phase.
y'all i rlly dont understand myself anymore

good thing u arent required to understand poetry
u're just supposed to feel it
to be moved, even touched by it

psyche Oct 2018
oo ako'y nalulungkot sa aking sarili
sa mga salitang hindi ko hindi sinasadya
kung ipinaramdam ko sayo na 'andito lang ako pero wala naman pala
pasensiya, kung wala akong susunod na taludtod sa ating istorya

istoryang kathang isip
na huli kong nakita sa aking panaginip
dahil nagising ako sa katotohanan
na  ̶t̶a̶y̶o̶  ikaw at ako ay  naandito na sa dulo ng ating walang hanggan
kung saan ang puso'y wala ng nararamdaman
at natapos na ang magpakailanman
a homage to December Avenue and Moira Dela Torre
posted this poem before the song got big, im happy that it trended when the song got popular :))
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