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Piolo Quintos Sep 2016
How long has it been,
since the last time that I’ve seen,
or even heard of you?

Where have you gone to?
You’ve left behind not a single clue.
You’ve left me clueless as to where I should begin.

Stunned and stupefied,
where should I begin?
Making meaning out of the void,
despite the fact that I am
stunned and stupefied.
How do I begin?

But wherever you may be currently,
I just want to ask you sincerely
if you’re feeling happy and free.

Oh I hope that you do.

I do dream about you constantly.
Not during the night, honestly.
Not when my eyes are shut.

But when they’re wide open,
when the sunlight hits them blind again.
It’s when I dream of you.

It is when, too,
my mind manifests
clear visions of you.
This feeling in my chest,
whenever I do,
feels like an adjourned sunset.

I miss you.

But if ever you do recall that night,
may I remind you of how much things felt right?
I hope you felt the same, or at least the slight.

Heart pumps irregularly fast beats,
Hands and feet freeze.
If this ain’t love, I don’t know what is.
Piolo Quintos Aug 2016
Oh numbers, figures, and letters or symbols of different sorts,
   whether you be in dotted-graphical or word-complicated appearance,
      your incredible eccentric ways of depicting your vision of reality
         is indeed other-worldly.

I am overly fond of this impractically senseless path which you have taken.
   'Tis truly entertaining to be following where your footsteps are taking you,
      to be learning from your own point of view,
         albeit reading your words are a little bit confusing, yet gratifying too.

To predict what follows your previous whereabouts,
   to mimic your flow of actions then after leaving me in a wow,
      and to check what is being dealt with now,
is the only way that I know how
- my version of reality as I have seen from you.

There are countless more to comprehend, but I am not capable enough.
Your great omnipotence has opened lots of dimensions,
   welcoming other universes that have existed long agone,
      although they maybe unperceived, you have informed us about their existence.

There is more than what most of us expects from you.
You existed long afore even existence ever became a reality.
You are something that has numerous beginnings yet endless.
You are yet to be discovered, the absolute truth is yet undiscovered.
I haven't written for months. Just an attempt of getting back to poems and poetic stuff.
Piolo Quintos Oct 2015
Nobody understands
Nobody has to understand
My thoughts are for myself
They are food for my mind
Keeping it fat and useless

Nobody listens
Nobody has to listen
My words are for the people
They are jokes to laugh at
Making it senseless

Nobody sees
Nobody has to see
My burdens are for my heart
They crush all my insides
Breaking me, leaving me heartless

Nobody cares
Nobody has to care
My life, my life is a lie
It is what I'm searching for
I tried, but I lost it in the process
Loss is a necessity in order to gain something.
Piolo Quintos Jun 2015
What a psychotic ******* eats,
are zygotic mustard bits.
Pure random **** right here, was thinking of ridiculous things.
Piolo Quintos Jun 2015
I can't believe
No, it just can't be
Lies, lies it should be
Such things shouldn't happen to me

Traumatic, truly it is
Shouldn't have let the devil kiss
Oh Lord, forgive me please
I never, in my life, wanted this

For almost an hour I've been
In hell, and will never be again
For each time I see the devil grin

Huge guilt murders me,                               
in memory of my sin
Piolo Quintos May 2015
Being hated,
I hate it.
Piolo Quintos May 2015
Where there is human,
     well,
   probably there must be ****...
Populated areas are Polluted areas.
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