Petal by petal, she wanes
Ever so quietly
Like a waking consciousness succumbing
To sleep,
I now understand the bitterness
Of one's last breath.

But why, why does it render such
Pain? Is not death
Beautiful?
The withering of all
Sufferings and endurance, the
Beginning of one's revelation,
And yet again...

Maybe
If I turn her into a poem,
If I can etch her essence into
Pen and paper, she will live on;
They said words were powerful.

I only want her to be strong.

Live on,
Live on,
Please live on...

To my popo.(2016)

Imbibing the poisoned chalice of gold
Or claiming the damnation from your lips
All hell is forgettable in your killing embrace
Oh the heinous act of adoration for a condemned soul
I dread thy affection fearing with fear
Sinning more than the sin itself

My words are almost there
Ready to be drowned
Unfinished sentences - I
Start thoughts without knowing why -
I never understood kissing someone goodbye

Please, talk to me.
Converse with me.
Just say something,
Say anything.
I'll listen well.
Just speak and tell,
Tell me something,
Tell anything.
A word or two,
O why won't you?
Just tell me please,
A bit of ease.
I miss your voice,
I miss your noise.
Just say something.
Say anything.
I'll listen well.
Just speak and tell.
Why are you weak?
Why won't you speak?
What breath's to save?
Rise from that grave!
And say something!
Say anything!
Please talk to me!
Converse with me!

A plane,
Soaring through and above the
Open space;
Hearing the grunt and the
Groan of its flight
As I sit in my room with blinds closed tight.

Closing my eyes, touching the
Faint trails of its last whine
Before it fades into painful silence
Like the end days of
A broken heart.

Its metallic wings,
Groaning with the essence of mankind:

How should I put it?
The plane,
Like a free bird
But not quite.

She's the girl with the matte lipstick,
Deep, bold red that flows in her veins
She throws them fierce on her fragile lips
Warning every man she's more than a kiss.

She's the girl with the matte lipstick
A deeper red than the roses she was given,
One look at the mirror and she's all set
To rule out the world with her head set high.

And she will be stronger than you and I,
For her soul is clinquant with
glittery gold
Of fading scars and past mistakes
That she will one day conquer all on her own.