If you could only just undo everything
Un-see what you have seen
Un-hear what you have heard
Un-feel what you have felt

Undo what you have done
Un-remember memories that you had
Un-like what you have liked
Un-love what you have loved

It would be much easier
And less painful

But reality doesn't work that way

Reality smiles at you, then punch you hard in the face
Reality punches you hard in the face, then smiles at you
Reality punches you hard in the face, while smiling at you
It tells you, *"There is no CTRL + Z in your life's keyboard"

you know dat feel
when your heart goes
tibok tibok
and your hands
become pasmado
and you get jabar
and da butterflies
fly around in ur tiyan

its dat feel
when u see
bhe.

Should your poem contain a lot of formulas?
Should you know how to multiply, divide, subtract and add?
Should you know the derivative of this and the derivative of that?
Should you memorize the multiplication table from one to a thousand?

Will your words sound jargon?
Will your rhyming seems out of tune?
Will your metaphor be unseen like a blue moon?
Will your piece land on the trash can very soon?

Should you discuss the ratio of your words and love?
Should you round off the message your poem have?
Should you pinpoint what is lesser than or above?
Should you define the poem’s ***** and its aftermath?

Will that number cruncher be able to read between the lines?
Will the verses relate up until the genius’ heart’s vines?
Will the logical and emotional hemisphere be able to bind?
Will the sonnet be able to convey it’s meaning through its sign?

If you are a poet and you love a mathematician
Those things are probably running on your mind
The difference in forte, will it ban
A blossoming attraction between two different kinds

Sum it all up, all your feelings inside
Write it all down, like how you calculate in a scratch
Don’t forget any, like a whole number without a dot
Double check it, you wouldn’t want misunderstanding right?

Don’t be irrational, like some numbers are
Don’t measure and compare, like graphs’ bar
Be precise as possible, but you don’t have to hit the bull’s eye
Still do some cliffhanging, and let the person analyze

They say opposites do attract
Everyone differs so why worry about those questions above?
Just express what you feel, write what you want
I’m sorry I’m a poet; I wanted this piece to be long enough

Be it from happiness or depression
From butterflies in your stomach
Or from secret frustrations
From your sanity intact
Or from your dark hallucinations
From your broken heart
Or from fresh or healing wrist wound
From love letters you write
Or journeys to the moon

Continue your poems
Let it be the ink of hope
Let everything, good or bad, be your inspiration
To write one more poem tomorrow
To look forward to tomorrow

Just keep on writing
Keep on rhyming
Continue your poetry

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Only God—detect the Sorrow—
Only God—
The Jehovahs—are no Babblers—
Unto God—
God the Son—Confide it—
Still secure—
God the Spirit’s Honor—
Just as sure—

Guns and bullets.
Destroy dreams Of a kid who lost a father,
A son to a mother,
And a love to be surrender.

Body laid on the ground,
Lifeless,
Covered with his own blood.
Poured in his land.

Serving
Peace ,
For us to sleep,
At ease.

Their life,
Dreams,
And sacrifice.
Is enough.

Their battle,
Will never be won,
When we always think,
For our own instead for our nation.

Filipino ,
**** Filipino?
Where is the love and peace,
Mga kababayan  ko? (My countrymen)

Tagapagligtas naming sundalo(soldier),
You're a hero,
In a heart of every Filipino.
Remembering  you.