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Sep 2019 · 335
babagsak, sandali
N Sep 2019
malakas na halakhak
namumulang mga pisngi
sa sulok ng utak
ay may nagsasabing
ang luha rin
ay babagsak
ano mang sandali
Nov 2017 · 214
bakit ganito
N Nov 2017
And then her screams

began to sound

like sirens

but no one seems

to hear them.

There were no walls

thicker than her temples.
N Oct 2017
Small bumps on the road,
the orange light from the street lamps glow
like a midnight sun
and I fell in love with the girl beside me,
sleepy and lovely
with a scar underneath her chin -
a childhood souvenir because
she could never stay still;
her hair free and wild
like her.

And I'm looking at her,
feeling the cold wind on my face
though I've never felt this warm.

Stupid and spirited,
I know I will give her name as the answer
when years from now a child asks me
about my youth.

Old man Bukowski said:
The flesh covers the bones
and they put a mind in there
and sometimes a soul..
I believe God
poured and poured
all the glorious things on her
and gave her a hand-made heart of gold.

And maybe this isn't going to end well
and well, all of this is forbidden,
like the apple
but still sweet
so never mind the toothache
or the possible heartbreak.
This is an old piece I edited because I already found the girl I've been writing about all this time.
Apr 2017 · 396
3 AM pub adventures
N Apr 2017
she dropped on the ground
like a comet landing on earth,
her band-aided knees
kissing the floor.
i saw god, she said.
i saw god.
why the ****** hands then, i asked.
i punched the mirror, she said.
i punched the mirror.
okayyyy sorry but what tf happened to this site? :(
N Mar 2017
guilt tied itself
around my wrist
like a red balloon
don't tell me this
is the gist
it follows me around
north, east, south
and westbound
an unmissable reminder
of what i have done
see, it's all just a rerun
a **** show or a gag show
it's been so long since
i last saw a rainbow
a red balloon
friend, it's just air
but it's so heavy
and let me tell you
it has never been easy
so i guess maybe
the walls crack
because sometimes what
they hear
is just too much
to bear
Feb 2017 · 498
domingo II
N Feb 2017
looking at the church under the nights eyes
hoping these simple prayers will suffice
searching for god through dark times

and i'm running out of rhymes
my brain is just filled with apologies
standing in the corner with my desperate pleas
it's just a simple yes or no
where do all my unanswered prayers go
This poem is a collab with Tumelo Mogomotsi
Feb 2017 · 391
summer by the pool
N Feb 2017
the hollow between her neck and shoulders,
deep like holy water stoup,
has always been sacred to me.

i was sixteen then, foolish and in love.

i wrote her name on every piece of paper
i could find and kept her in my pocket,
showed her what the world looked like in my eyes.

she had something in her, that girl.
perhaps a cross between a crazed butcher and a catholic school kid.
with her you can never tell.

for a brief moment she let me know what heaven tastes like--
she kissed me by the pool and i lost my head.

        time flew like manic Icarus.
     suddenly, as abrupt as somebody braking hard, it was all over.

four years later and i'm still looking for my sanity.

after her
every mouth i kiss
just tastes like chlorine.
Feb 2017 · 375
many moons
N Feb 2017
some days
it just starts to feel
like the girl has finally decided
to pack her bags and leave your mind


eleven haircuts
and many moons later,
you will feel as though she's throwing right hooks
straight to your heart,
laughing at you for ever thinking that you can get rid of her
any time soon.
silly you.
Feb 2017 · 449
S t i l l
N Feb 2017
And I sat on his front porch,
watched the sun and the stars
appear and disappear.

I kept tapping on his window,
I kept knocking on his door.

I peaked through the glass
and saw his hair grew longer

but he still takes his coffee black,
he still leaves the big light on when he sleeps.
He still puts on his left sock first
and still plays the same Cigarettes After *** vinyl
when he writes.

He still hangs his ***** clothes on that three-legged chair,
still hates the smell of wine
and still smiles sideways.

Mother says my best quality is patience

and so I sat on his front porch,
watched the sun and the stars
appear and disappear.

I kept tapping on his window,
I kept knocking on his door.
I kept asking for my heart back
but of course

he still plays his music too loud.
Jan 2017 · 253
fortune cookie life hack
N Jan 2017
save more money
by not throwing so much ****
into wishing wells for something
that you already know will never happen.
Jan 2017 · 656
green thumb
N Jan 2017
all your flowered dresses
thrown across the floor;
my bedroom--
our secret garden.
Jan 2017 · 361
N Jan 2017
when the church bell rings i hear sirens;
when i open my mouth for the holy communion
i fear that the things i am struggling to keep
are going to spill.
I am not religious but I /had/ to confess last year for some dumb reason and I said something really personal to the priest, right, and he straight up invalidated what I said. In conclusion, I'm still ****** up by it.
Jan 2017 · 779
N Jan 2017
the soft sound
of the turning of
newspaper pages
in the morning

the damp circle left
by your coffee cup

the gentle kiss
planted on it

the tiny smile
that reveals a perfect
on your right cheek

a yelling neighbor
and fine china breaking

let's move to pluto,
you say

you leave me speechless
half of the time

and i nod in agreement
Jan 2017 · 800
noisy pockets
N Jan 2017
i am a gambler
in life betting
all my coins,
fingers crossed

and fate,
like a child,
loves to play
Jan 2017 · 691
trigger warning
N Jan 2017
isn't always cutting

it's ignoring your hunger
postponing your sleep
and picking at your face
every ******* time

it's listening to music
in maximum volume
pushing away your friends
and not turning on
the water heater when it's cold
but turning it on when it's hot

it is when you don't say anything
even though you're already dying
just so the people around you can live
without all the noise
Jan 2017 · 325
this is what happened
N Jan 2017
we hit the snooze button
too much instead of
just saying how sorry
we both are
so now
we're too ******* late
to be the things
we were supposed to be.
Jan 2017 · 256
how much is too much
N Jan 2017
The sun shone on the colored church windows,
spilling rainbow on the floor
and he sat inside the confession booth
with his hands pressed together,
patiently listening to everybody's best-kept filth
and he talked with his velvet voice saying
we are all forgiven
but the Lord knows that tonight
he will get drunk
on Communion wine again.
Dec 2016 · 411
12 / 24 / 16
N Dec 2016
my dear F,

i'm sorry things turned out this way.

as much as i want to believe that we are the ones who make our own fate, some things just became too heavy for me to carry and i wasn't ready. and believe me, i tried. i tried so hard but it's hard to brawl against something i couldn't even see like destiny, or whatever other word people have for it.

see, i haven't been doing too well. when i look at myself in the mirror i see a houseplant that is about to die. the guilt consumes me more than anything. other days i just feel like a lit candle dying a slow death and this, i accept. i'm sorry i hurt you while i was hurting. i have been a dreadful person.

and i'm sorry this is all i can give you -- another futile attempt to gather my thoughts and then turn them into something not even mildly coherent. but this is all i've got... for now, at least.

i don't know what to say anymore; i just don't want to cry on christmas eve again. i'm sorry i can't go back in time and fix us.

maybe in our next lives, if i'm lucky, you'll find me again.
or i'll find you. either way, i will be waiting.

but i understand if you hate me.

love always,
Dec 2016 · 206
N Dec 2016
and his strong hands
covering your
pretty green eyes

and his surprises

fireworks before
christmas and the
new year

fancy wine and
slow dancing

a necklace
that felt like a noose
and flowers
for your heart's

for a minute there
you almost
how much you hated
*plot twists
Dec 2016 · 364
me, a prick
N Dec 2016
in a multi-colored
tie-dyed shirt
and jeans too tight
born of a sometimes
sound mind
and other outright *****

mouth tasting of marlboro
and pink starburst
cancer and cavity
i think i spot my hearse

           is there an energy drink
                               for the soul

all i do is envy the cacti
on the window sill
sitting still
surviving on neglect
not being able to feel
Dec 2016 · 972
banana bread
N Dec 2016
a bus ride to somewhere
tranquil or at least to
somewhere less loud
i look high or tired or
a combination of both
                              what is the word...
maybe traveling with
an empty stomach helped
because normally
i would've puked
banana bread and tea by now
                           i've always hated shaky
                                drives and the smell of
                                                      air freshener
do you hear all the noise too
there's a madman shouting
in my ear, a ****** karaoke tune
and a tiny voice saying
                                       you're immaterial
                                                   or is it just me
how do you function
when you feel like you've lost
an arm except in my case
it's my brain that's been missing
                                 you should see my stash
                                                       of milk cartons
Dec 2016 · 477
missed connections pt 2
N Dec 2016
it was raining and i didn't have an umbrella with me. you were all wet as well-- your cotton candy pink hair stuck to your forehead like long spider legs. why was it raining in december? you pulled out a magazine from your bag and covered your head with it, took a deep breath and ran across the street shrieking. you almost got hit by a compact car and you shrieked at it louder. something about you just screamed stupidity and fun. i will bring a big enough umbrella tomorrow. don't die too soon.
Dec 2016 · 375
missed connections
N Dec 2016
i was having my usual meal of a cigarette and juice for breakfast when you walked past me with your hair in a bun and your obvious makeup from last night. you wore a long-sleeved white shirt that was 2 sizes too big for you but you looked fine, although you almost tripped and muttered **** under your breath four times. you went inside a 7/11 and came out with a large coffee and a donut. i tried not to inhale when you walked past me again to get to your car and i think you noticed because you quickly looked and smiled. i spotted an air dancer on my way to work and thought, same. maybe some other time we could get breakfast together.
Dec 2016 · 722
pact me up
N Dec 2016
and on this mattress
i made a pact with myself
that nobody deserves to know
the feel of my skin against theirs
if they couldn't even look at me
on days where i'm trying
to get out of it
N Dec 2016
small bumps on the road,
the orange light from the street lamps glow
like a midnight sun and i fell in love
with the girl beside me,
sleepy and lovely
with a scar just above her left brow --
a childhood souvenir because
she could never stay still;
her hair free and wild
like her

and i'm flooring it while my seat belt is off
stupid and spirited, i know i will
give her name as the answer when
fifty years from now a child asks me
about my youth.

old man Bukowski said:
the flesh covers the bones
and they put a mind in there
and sometimes a soul;
i believe God
poured and poured
all the glorious things on her
and gave her a hand-made heart of gold

and maybe this isn't going to end
well, and well, all of this is forbidden
like the apple but still sweet
so never mind the toothache
or the possible heartbreak.
Dec 2016 · 612
God's Playlist
N Dec 2016
An empty shell of a human being
sitting alone and cold on the shore;
you watch the salty water move
forward and backward,
watch it come and go
and, yes
the stars are pretty
and the moon is smiling
but you are thinking of ways to
explain why God will only hear sobs
when  He picks you up and puts you
next to His ear
Dec 2016 · 524
Blow jobs and party poppers
N Dec 2016
Blowing candles
while your friends cheer,
you wonder why
you celebrate inching closer
to death
when you know that
when he arrives
he wouldn't be standing there
waiting for you with a party hat
and a bottle of wine


he will help you blow
out the candles
while merrily clapping and singing
happy birthday to you
like a dear friend
who has been with you
since day one
N Dec 2016
mixed with black;
bloodshot eyes and aching back.
Nobody notices that 
Atlas is now
a twenty-year-old girl
carrying a less than mediocre
Nov 2016 · 388
N Nov 2016
the scent of something
familiar punches you in
the gut
you know that smell
very well--
some cheap detergent
on someone's clothes
that hurts your nose
and you try
not to fall down
nostalgia lane
again and stay there
for seven days
doing nothing but
writing and rewriting
wishing things were

you're three years
older now
and you're still paying
for things but there's
no change yet.

you've heard theories
saying that time is nothing
but a concept,
that it is a mere creation
of foolish humans.
you close your eyes
and think
no no no no no no no

maybe if you repeat it
enough times the power
of suggestion will work

no no no no
     no no no
no no no no
no no no no no

time must come
and heal you
Nov 2016 · 202
Four of Spades
N Nov 2016
They say
make the bones in your skeleton
the only structure you need
but how could you possibly
when there is a
and you are a house made of
Quote by Haley Hendrick
Nov 2016 · 206
N Nov 2016
you are not much
of a reader
but spread her
like a book
and learn her secrets

it is only *****
when it is done right

do you know what i mean

take her icy hands
and place them
on your chest

make yourself
her fireplace

let her sleep
let her rest

i think everything
was too much

for her
Nov 2016 · 297
N Nov 2016
Tracing the cracks on the wall,
my eyes are burning but I'm fighting sleep.
The lonely hum inside my brain is
telling me to do something
but loving you is exhausting
and it's been raining white flags
inside my brain since summer.

The end of us felt like an earthquake-
something tragic I never saw coming
and my God, I never saw it coming.

Every night I remind myself that the more
I close my hands the more I hurt myself
and it's not easy being valiant but
I am thinking of you
quietly now.
Nov 2016 · 443
N Nov 2016
Running through empty streets,
chasing dreams
and resurrecting hope. The faint smell
of troubled youth is carried by
a strangely cold November breeze
from a baker's window--

Cinnamon and ***

Somewhere in the corner where the buses
stop there are children drawing
rainbows and flowers
on the rough asphalt, innocently trying
to make each other crack a smile

Somewhere along the shore stands an old,
longing man picturing his wife
knee-deep in the water,
soft and beautiful as ever and
he is losing patience waiting for their reunion

Three blocks away from the chapel
some anxious fourteen-year-old is
blasting Polarize,
wanting to be a better brother, better son

His mom yells it's too loud and he covers
his face with a pillow

In the distance you will hear bottles
breaking along with the hearts
offered but ignored

There's a tapping of restless fingers on
the keyboard by a woman finally finding
the right words to say to someone
who gave up on life too soon
but as the clock strikes 3 she realizes
it's already too late.
Nov 2016 · 834
N Nov 2016
endless sips
and countless
of bottles

silly dares
and frightening

tired young

binge drinking,
can't keep up
with the world
N Nov 2016
they told me
to embrace life
but i can't
stretch my arms
any further

i'm afraid
that one day
i will just
lose it
and snap
and i will
hurt the both
of us just
  innocently standing
on opposite
Oct 2016 · 249
The Bell
N Oct 2016
sorry for spilling your already cold coffee on the floor;
i just had too much caffeine that's why
my hands are shaky and my chest is banging.
and sorry for staring; i didn't mean to.
i was just trying to figure out how to survive
the next week with this little amount of money.
sorry for taking too long to answer;
i have a mind like an unmade bed.
also very sorry for not helping you carry
your stack of hardbound books, girl.
my cat fell asleep beside me last night  and
i didn't want to wake her up so i was stuck
in the same position for a good four hours.
sorry i'm blabbing.
what were you talking about so loudly again?
oh yes, the eternal traffic.
you'd rather waste your time being fixated
on the talking orange on tv spitting garbage
about non-whites, wouldn't you?
sorry was that mean?
oh, but did you hear somebody say
girls should take it easy on the make-up for a bit?
you know, because of the killer clowns and ****.
funny, right?

i want to bang my head against the wall already

no, no, i'm seriously just kidding.

ah yes, finally.
the bell.
see you tomorrow.
N Sep 2016
debussy softly playing in a dimly-lit room
i am watching the vinyl as it spins
and i can feel my head doing the same
only faster
my hair smells like peach and smoke
and you look like a hazy dream in your white shirt
mumbling about how we should've went
to that play instead of drinking
because we'd be sick in the morning
but you pour more alcohol into your glass and into mine
now all i taste is honey
as i get drunker and my giggles get louder,
smiles wider and hands braver
and maybe you're right
we should've just dressed nicely and went to watch
******* beowulf instead of playing russian roulette
because the bullet is supposed to bury into my head
so why does it feel like a cannon ball into my heart
every time you touch me and smile
N Sep 2016
slow dancing in the dark
like we have all the time in the world

the world isn't a war zone
and a massive grave

the ghosts
in this house peek through the holes
in the ceiling, blushing and turning away
as we kiss

i taste christmas in your mouth
and slowly feel myself flying
through space

                                             was that the yellow balloon i lost
                                             when i was eight?

your laughter in my mouth
brings me back to earth and i apologize
for gripping your hand so tightly

i can't let you float away and never return
like my balloon did
Aug 2016 · 692
Death and I Walk Into A Bar
N Aug 2016
a somber sunday
the streets flooded with
rain and ***** drainage water.
this town
has seen so many deaths--
men shot in the head,
the hopes and dreams of little
girls concluded far
too soon and the constant buzz
in my head that softly whispers
sad songs on loop.
i have tried
pretending that i don't hear it
just like how women become
temporarily deaf when some excited boy
catcalls them but
it wouldn't stop
so i taught myself how to
laugh and dance to the cheerless
melodies while grabbing death's
clammy hands,
kissing him on the lips
and whispering back,
not today,
*not today
Aug 2016 · 1.0k
The Hike
N Aug 2016
Tripping over
a mountain
of paper
filled with manic
to the grim
or to Venus

Who could tell?

There is not a big
difference between
love and
Aug 2016 · 539
Ocean Angel, Human Buoy
N Aug 2016
strip and skinny dip
in the ocean of solace
float on your back
and watch the stars wink

entertain the seraphs looking
down on you
flail your arms and move
your legs
let them tell the creator,
oh god, she's making an
ocean angel

and you'll hear him laugh
in thunders

allow yourself to feel
small, so tiny
to be strangely frightened
but electrified when you smile
at some stranger in a dark alley

allow yourself to feel

because there is so much death
but also so much life

strip and skinny dip
in the ocean of solace
float on your back
and watch the stars wink
N Aug 2016
Lady made out
of magic and mayhem
bottled along with stars
and flowers
and hurricanes
and volcanoes

A brutally lovely poetry

A work of art--
not post-modern but

if he lays his eyes on you
even Narcissus
will launch
his ship
Aug 2016 · 719
The Book of Love
N Aug 2016
A curtain of black hair
drapes across her
utopian face,
her lips pursed
in concentration.

I ask,

what are you
writing about?

and her mouth curves
into a deadly smile.

She says,

"A compilation of 21st century
horror stories and other
Aug 2016 · 682
N Aug 2016
Throwing stones
at your window, whispering
Let me inside your brain
I want to see if fireworks go off
every time we hold each other's
gaze a little bit
too long

And you do it so well--
making me feel like I am
dancing on quicksand;
I can't seem to pull myself up
(or I don't want to)

How do you make
every single thing move
in slow motion?
You walk into the church
in your Sunday dress
and the angels lose their minds.

I pray
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned
and I think I am about to sin again
we are only a few inches away
from touching
and I can hear you humming
Danse Macabre
while smothering a grin
and god,
I am so tired and
so yours.
Aug 2016 · 815
Vomiting The Milky Way
N Aug 2016
the aftertaste of loss and failure coats my mouth
as i slur my apologies to the wind and
stumble my way to my front door

i try not to blame myself for how things
turned out to be but when people say there's
a whole universe inside of you it's hard to sleep
soundly at night

because how could i contain multitudes
but not be able to do anything when people come
and make me feel like a house
being emptied out of its furnitures and picture frames

even ghosts seem to shun my presence but
wouldn't it be perplexing to say that it's because
i am doing a better job of being a phantom than them?

or maybe it's because of this camouflage suit that
i'm always wearing that is making me invisible
and i want to know if stripping it off means
i am finally surrendering

when you see what the inside of my head looks like
you will see a ghost town inside a snow globe
and there are fault lines everywhere
Aug 2016 · 509
N Aug 2016
You did not even have to ****
that pretty daisy
and watch as its petals rain
on the ground to know that
she loves you
Aug 2016 · 1.3k
Lit Ones
N Aug 2016
girls with buzz cuts singing along
to beach house
the air thick with eccentricity
and anarchy
their painted nails beginning to chip slowly
like the minds of the older folks that are
too engrossed with their holy books

smart mouths and their pretentious words

they make you want to kneel and pray
but you know other things that you would rather
be doing with your hands
reaching for your dreams
or punching some guy's face for telling you to
smile, pretty lady


boys with long locks crying to
the blue sea spilling out from their red eyes
their shirts splattered with distress and

mostly from people who are built like big boulders
and war tanks

too upset to see one of them crying
but you know other things that you would rather
be doing with your anatomy
building homes with pretty gardens
or sewing a dainty dress for your niece
N Aug 2016
The moon said,
tell me a bedtime story
so I told her
a short one
about us
and the sky
Aug 2016 · 247
N Aug 2016
stick people
not to make them look
wasting time being
because when something inside
your chest feels
the clock seems to be working
slower than
to someone in the ceiling to
please stop the
looking for my sanity
just another thing
the lingering question
following me around
like a red balloon
tied to my
unanswered still:
lover, do you like yourself
now that you're with
Jul 2016 · 438
N Jul 2016
I'd say go to hell
but I'll be there so
go to heaven
Still so mad but there's nothing I can do.
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