He sat down. Said nothing.
It was apparent, though, that something'd gone terribly wrong.
He sank deep into the magnanimous cushions
Absorbing his suffering.
A casual rendezvous.
He's hardly thirty, but not presently.
He exists in the realm before life;
The land after death.
Surrounded by the vast infinity of nothingness.
Tomorrow he'll return to his desolate cubicle
Occupied by the essence of lost-potential.
For now, though, he's woven tightly into the couch
And is lost in a world that doesn't exist.
He's home.

self worth is self hope

I push too many buttons
In my mind
I feel as if I'm just saying what
Every One
Is thinking
I do not mean to push
Buttons
Because
That's just another word for
Annoying
My badd
Because I can't be any other way
Most people do not like me
But I still love them
And when somebody loves me
They call me on my *******
I welcome constructive criticism
And I also Practice it
My badd if I love you in the
Wrong way

I said I was going for a smoke
But little did she know
I wasn't coming back
Left the door unlocked
Ran away real fast
Now I'm in another state
Watching the time pass
Too fast
And too slow
Boredom and fear , slowly grow
But the love is growing faster
And stronger than ever
That's what matters
The point of the endeavor

Singing songbirds
   Blissful harmony
      Awakening the morning
          As the dawn rising again

i witnessed a burglary today.

kids were seating at the back side of the jeepney
***** feet hanging,
snot running down their noses
the one beside me says,
“these kids will be thieves one day.”
and i look at these
little mud-eyed ones
filled with silent anger
and confusion.

if this is how we cast them
how could they change something
that was molded in stone for them?

we are responsible for the next generation
and yet we rob these children
a chance to create their own identity
and blame them for things
we should’ve
done
something
about.

Isn't it funny that all it takes are just words of astute feelings and sufferings to make us reflect, while all the words have already existed long before we end up with that one powerful sentence.

Simply put
I wouldn't if I were you.

For what it's worth
It's not

For what you'll lose
Don't get confused
the dark side we choose
Is re-read old news

I know what you do to yourself
Screaming inside for help

Please

Is it just my own mind
Trying harder each time
To forget why you died
To forget when you cried
To forget how I lied

And said

It's in your head

Your sick and it's sick
How I really am.

Thought
What's life like this one

I don't need,
and then

I saw you believe
And I felt your hand

I could only dream
That we'd meet again

Then something in me
Came alive again.