Minahal,
Pinaasa,
Binitiwan,
Tinulak,
Bumalik,
Hinabol,
Nahulog,
Nasaktan,
Iniwan.

Mga salitang tinuro sa atin noong kabataan,
Ngayon mga salitang atin iniiwasan.
Minsan ako'y magtatanong,

Anong pagkukulang ko?
Bakit iniwan mo ako?
Saan ako nagkamali?
Paano ko maibabalik?

Hinihintay ko mula sa iyo,
Sabihin **** "Nagkamali ako",
Pero ang nakita ko'y mga luha mo,
Hinihingi ang pagpapatawad ko.

Sana hindi na lang,
Sana wala na lang,
Sana umiwas na lang,
Mga sana na hindi ko pinakinggan,
Ngayon ako'y luhaan.

Pero isang bagay ang hindi ko pinagsisihan,
Ang mga masasayang bagay na ating pinagasamahan,
Mananatili sa puso ko na parang mga litrato,
Lumain man ng panahon ay babalik balikan ko.

Pinasaya,
Pinakilig,
Pinatawa,
Pinangiti.

Gising na nananaginip
Sari-sari ang naiisip
At biglaang napagtanto
Paano kung hindi nahulog sa iyo
Paano kung Inibig mo rin ako
Paano kung tumagal tayo
Maraming katanungan
Mas maraming maaaring kahantungan
Ngunit hindi na malalaman
Ang mga masasaya sanang kahahatnan
Dahil ang "Tayo" ay pinigilan **** maganap
Pag-irog ng iba ang iyong hinanap
Sa ating paghihiwalay, ako ang mas nasaktan
Ngunit Mahal, ikaw ang higit na nawalan
Maaaring ikaw ay lumigaya
Sa piling ng iba, sa piling niya
At ako ang umibig ng lubos at umasa
Pero darating ang araw Mahal na
Magmamahal na ako ng iba
Higit pa sa pagmamahal ko sayo ang ipadarama
Mapagtatanto mo na lang
Bigla ka na lang manghihinayang
Wala nang magmamahal sayo
Gaya ng pagmamahal ko

My brain is a factory,
producing every toxic part of me.
******* until my hand gets lazy,
fantasizing about Lexi Belle
and being Martin Scorsese.

My blood is a vacuum,
alone in a crowded room;
my white blood cells like to
travel to my *****,
so I can someday infect
designer uterine walls.

Locked and loaded,
my heart exploded.
The tissue and issues
attracted crocodiles
that swam from the mall,
for miles and miles.

Store-bought baby, my body isn't ready,
to be stripped down to the bone,
and sold to teenage radios,
that'll broadcast my American moans.

Caucasian nightmare:
my skin is not fair.
Peel enough off with chemicals,
until I decide there's no more,
and hide the layers in bathroom stalls,
located in the bleach of Baltimore.

Once upon a time
There were fairies called, V fairies
Fairies who were so beautiful and fine
It was magical, their existence

They lived inside maidens
Who were ought to protect them
In return, the fairies embodied them
With purity as shiny as a diamond emblem

These fairies were sought by every men
For they are the greatest gift that can be bestowed to them
That's why they seek for the perfect maiden
From whom this wish, they can attain

The maidens were set on a journey
To find warriors who are worthy
Warriors who love sincerely
And will vow to cherish them for eternity

The fairies those times were well-respected
They were treasures almost impossible to find
The fairies were boldly protected by their maidens
They are only given to those truly worthy ones

Fast forward to this generation however
Through time, the maidens eventually are weakened
They have let their guards down
And thought all men were worthy of the crown

The V fairies are not given anymore
They are forcefully taken, oftentimes with gore
They are taken due to curiosity, or worst
Taken because of lust, then perpetrators disappear like ghosts

Fairies became men's collections
More fairies, more rights to boast
More manly they are than before
More wins at the competition they build on their own

Maidens lost their credibility as the fairies' protectors
They didn't care about them, like they're not part of them anymore
Throwing them away when they're bored
Not caring if many men do hoard

V fairies were not gifts anymore
V fairies were taken away even without the promise of forevermore
V fairies were simply picked up like on a shopping galore
V fairies were disrespected, to adore no more

But there are beliefs that some of the fairies survived
Living within maidens who stood firm and with their best, tried
To find worthy ones and battle with the wicked
To let the fairies stainless and protected

There are beliefs also that worthy warriors are still there
Who still respects and cherish the value of the diamond emblem
Who knows how to wait until the fairies are given to them
And knows how to take care of their chosen maidens

With these beliefs there's still hope for the future
That the responsibility of a maiden to its fairies will be nurtured
A hope that this will be passed on to generations after
In a hope that V fairies will have a happily ever after

Ang pag-ibig
Para yang negosyo
Namumuhunan ka
Investment kumbaga

Ang pag-ibig
Para yang lotto
Tumataya ka
Sumusugal sa walang kasiguraduhan

Ang pag-ibig
Parang negosyo
Minsan nalulugi
Kaya minsan, kailangan magsara

Ang pag-ibig
Parang lotto
Madalas talo
Pero muli ka pa ring tataya

To be a good writer or a poet
You have to be good at wearing shoes other than your size
Size 1, 2, 3, up to size 10
Even if it falls off your feet or too tight, you just have to try

Not only shoes, also all other kinds of footwear
From socks, sandals, flip flops, and slippers
High-heeled, boots, flippers and sneakers
Even barefooted, if there's nothing else to wear

Then, walk with it, run with it
Feel the calluses and feelings it brings
Up until its soles are wearing thin
Then, write the experience