Thou shalt follow me,
Be with me 'til eternity,
Turn into someone I want you to be,
With my decree thou shalt obey me 

Thou shalt be envious,
Like a culprit get what you want to use,
Live with thy desire,
Happiness of others you should acquire

Thou shalt be gluttonous,
Like a pig go and be voracious,
Satisfy your hunger and rapturous cravings,
Drinking and eating what you want is never sating

Thou shalt live with lust,
Like a tigress in bed you must,
Embrace the desire you have within,
Coquettishly caress and savour someone's skin

Thou shalt be wrathful,
Like darkness let it manifest your soul,
Hatred shalt flow violently in your blood,
With thy anger sins shalt flood,

Thou shalt live with thy pride,
Never ever let thyself subside,
Walk with your pretty cruel soul conceited,
Shalt not let thyself be defeated

Thou shalt be greedy,
Like me love thy life acquisitively,
Have the excessive desire to take what you don't need,
Earn what you want no matter if you exceed

Thou shalt live like a sloth,
Do nothing just lay at your couch,
Survive like a narcoleptic man,
Just sit down and hope that something will be done

honey–
there's no need to wait
for you are love itself
there's no need to search
just let it flow
without hesitations
shower everyone with love
but remember to keep some for yourself
and when someone arrives
you'll realize
there is more to love
that we can ever imagine

i hope you realize
how precious
you are
whenever you wear
that smile

lately life has been
too suffocating
that tears no longer
make me feel at ease
instead
it drowns me
into the depth
of sadness

i can no longer breathe

❝  i am commonly mistaken,
to be the answer for your hatred,
the result of your depression,
and the end of your misery,

i am used by people,
to suppress the pain,
forget the agony,
and escape the nightmare that they face,

yet i am the reason,
why each person close to your heart,
experience the pain,
and face their darkest nightmare,

i am the reason,
why they experience agony,
encounter depression,
and starts feeling the misery,

your loss is their downfall,
so please stay away from me,
i can't be your friend,
and we can't be together  ❞

i loved
comparing you
to sunsets
but now i am afraid
that i did

for sunsets
are portraits
of beautiful endings--

and ours was nothing to keep

make yourself a cup of coffee
eat your breakfast on bed
listen to your favorite song
go with the melody and dance along
give yourself some time
to rest, live, and laugh
oh loving yourself above all
is indeed the greatest love

you deserve that love who asks how your day went
even if you forgot to reply because of your hectic sched
that love who brews you coffee without asking
since they saw you yawn amidst work
that love who still listens
even when you are imitating a cat's purr

you deserve that love who holds your hand whenever you cross a bridge
since they are aware how afraid you are of heights
that love who remind you you are beautiful
when you tried not to eat because of gaining another pound
that love who captures the moon when they can
knowing how much you love the evening sky

you deserve the love that tries.
you deserve the love that lasts.

the thing about grief
is that it does not make itself immediately felt
it will slowly dive deep into your soul
and the moment you thought things are long over
it will surprise you with overflowing emotions
and eat you alive
hoping that you hugged them more
hoping that you loved them more

maybe it's just right
if i tell you the truth
you are loved
you are valued
you deserve all the good things  in the world
it's okay to be sad
it's okay to be angry
your feelings are valid
don't let the world tell you otherwise

Turn into a ravenous human,
Have a piggish demand on foods and drinks,
Go and be hungry even you are asleep,
Never be full― have an excessive eager to eat

I your master― said once that thou shalt be gluttonous,
Like a pig go and be voracious
Satisfy your hunger and cravings,
Drinking and eating what you want is never sating

For after thy life in land,
No food shalt pass in your hands,
Hunger and fire will **** you continuously,
So go and eat― before entering hell to join me

while brewing the coffee grounds and enjoying the aroma it brings
I decided to get a cup of warm milk and add it to my glass
it seems funny because nowadays
I prefer having a strong black coffee
to be with me as I do my pile of tasks
but today I choose not to make my coffee black
maybe because I want to try something new
or maybe because today I choose to be kinder to me and you

oh to love
and be loved
must be fascinating
wonderful
spectacular
to give your all
and receive the best
oh it must be nice
it must be warm

when life seems too tough
remember to look back
and see how far you made
in this journey of life
give yourself a smile
some pat on your shoulder
and whisper to yourself
"you are doing great,
tomorrow is another chance to be better"

i havent had the courage
to do things
for quite some time
i cant write
cant work
cant move forward
that sometimes
even breathing
seems too hard

probably ours
was a very unlucky love story
for you were the sun
and i was the moon

you possess beauty
without me
while i can't even shine
without you.

we may have
stopped talking
but the memories
are still there
lingering
making me wonder
every night
what if i told you

what if i tried

is happiness a goal we ought to achieve
or a choice that led us chase our dreams?
do we achieve greater things in order to be happy
or are we happy that we continue our fantasy?

when you call her love
do i ever cross your mind?
how we exchanged wishes to the ocean and sky above
that may we meet one day hug each other tight

when you call her love
do i ever cross your mind?
how i wrote poems for you
and how you also make one for your sweet reply

when you call her love
do i ever cross your mind?
because that love used to be me
i am once your galaxy, once your sunshine

"why are you writing
poems and prose?"
asked a guy out of nowhere
while staring at my pen

"to breathe."
I answered with a smile

for writing lets me indulge
with metaphors and similes

it is my escape
the key toward my fantasies

when i was a kid
i always wonder why the moon kept following me
is she my best friend?
my protector during the nights i walk alone?
until  i grew older
and find her presence my peace
started telling her my secrets and dreams
sometimes we share our tears
we will talk all night
together we will fall asleep

if I could have
a wish to a wishing star
ill wish the ability
to love myself
the way I love you

i've been staring at you
a lot more lately
and sometimes i wonder

what if you are the one


but i wasn't?

Disaster shalt dominate thy world,
Let the catastrophe within unfold,
Once a feeble humain being,
Be a living fiend― with havoc it brings

Thou shalt be wrathful,
Like darkness let it manifest your soul,
Hatred shalt flow violently in your blood,
With thy anger sins shalt flood

Wreck your life― for I will do it to your soul,
I am your aftermath― start digging your own hole,
Towards thy master― king of all evil
Prepare thyself― as you turn into a devil

You taught me how to hold a pen and turn my emotions into words like never before. How to create metaphors and play with words that I never did before we met.

You made it easy for me to write a poem by simply staring at the vast galaxy in your eyes and listening to your voice. I can visualize my love for you by simple putting it into words and utter those for you to hear my prose.

You turned me into what I am right now. An aspiring writer. A poetess wanna be. Someone who shed tears and used them as ink in every piece. Someone who bleeds metaphors from the deepest emotion that I feel.

But now, everything has changed.

You taught me how to break my favorite pen. How to shatter my papers into pieces, breaking all the poems I made and never try to bring them back.

You made it hard for me to write another piece. For simply staring at you makes me want to forget every stroke I made in those paper. Hearing your name breaks my heart into pieces that I can't even utter a words to defend myself.

You made me hate those poems and never dare to write again because it's you that I remember everytime I write a poem or even a single prose. You made me shed tears and use my pen to make myself bleed, leaving scars in my wrist.

You taught me how to write made me hate writing at the same time.