I never thought having to write a poem
Would be this hard
When you feel like floating in mid-air
Smiling from ear-to-ear

Why do things suddenly get complicated the moment you've felt like everything's already okay?

"Do you know what's my favorite season?"

"What?"

"AUTUMN."

"Why?"

"Because FALL."

"Fall in love with me."

We are pieces of puzzle
Seemingly broken and unfit
Yet we try to mold ourselves
To complement each other

Who cares if we aren't really meant-to-be?
Who cares if we don't look like a perfect pair?

We are pieces of puzzle
So different that we'll collide
Yet we'll do whatever it takes
Just to be together

I held you on my shoulder
Like a precious violin
Your dark black hair
Is but a chin rest
On which forever I would lean

The musky white hairs
Of the rigid bow
Are my flimsy little fingers
Gently stroking the cheeks
Of your strings which come in contact

The pegs clutch the strings
As you hold on to your beliefs
No matter the adjustment
You seek control over yourself
So brazenly and firm

The music we create
Is a short and simple melody
Of tragic and despair
For the chords seem to fail
At harmonizing oftentimes

Yet you stay on my shoulder
Resting peacefully and still
Your voice is so compelling
Full of pleasant notes and rests
A special kind of music
Reverberating in my heart.

I want to be the words you write of a poem
as much as those of which you speak of
I want to be your rants in life
oh, let me be those endless thoughts you have

I want to be the tune you hum as you walk down the street
the adrenaline rush you get from running
the sound of hello when you see your old friends;
and that tender hug as you bid them goodbye

I want to be the the strings of your guitar
or better yet your precious violin
let me be the music in your ears
let me echo inside your head
and be the that sweet sweet melody
that gently lulls you to sleep

I want to be that 5-minute nap after a stressful study
the pause you make when you're weary or sad
the bonus scores that make you pass exams
and that guilt-free food you indulge yourself in

I just want to be those simple things in life
which brighten up your day,
and make you feel alive
in every possible way

I don't need to be the reason why you live
nor the reason why you love
I just want to be what makes you truly happy.

“ Belayer, ready? ”
“ Ready! ”

I stood beneath the tower, staring at you, as you slowly rappelled into my heart. You have this black wavy hair, porcelain skin, expressive eyes, and lips so red and tender. I’ve always dreamt of having a taste of heaven. But I am no more than a mediocre, vulnerable mortal. You, on the other hand, sat on a golden throne of excellence. You are a god of your own kingdom, of your own beliefs.

I marvelled at your existence. You have that uncanny knack of making hearts melt. Mine was made of pure cold ice, yet it succumbed to the flames of your personality. I found myself melting. Dripping uncontrollably onto the ground. Sinking into the depths of your soul.

You
were a jack of all trades; master of almost anything. Impeccable—that’s what you are. Or so I thought.

There I was, begging for a hint of affection. Pleading for a simple attention. A tiny piece of an unwanted shrub lost in a garden full of Juliet roses. I suffered from the realization of a dream lost at birth. This feeling of remorse crawls up like a spider ready to eat its prey. I was the prey, entangled in my own web of imaginations and fantasies. Fear dominated my mind that I decided to bury my feelings. Here inside my heart, they remain silent and untouched.

Months, years passed. And all of a sudden, you desensitized me. You’ve pulled me into some kind of portal where a world full of possibilities awaits. I blinked again to find reality. No other relationship could get as frivolous as ours. What are we, really? My locked-up emotions were raging. I couldn’t stand the ambiguity. Albeit all questions running down my spine, I looked down and cried,
“ Belayer, ready?! ”

My question just echoed through the distance. There was not a single reply. Not even the slightest kind of whisper. I guess you were not yet ready to catch me.


If I fall.

I miss you.

I was a piece of candy wrapper
thin and light
I hug this little dream of mine
in colorful twisted edges
Stretching out my arms
and holding onto it tightly
And so I thought
such sugar-coated illusions
were safe from harm
'Til one day a lonely girl
wanted to have a taste of sweet
She was crying and crying
her eyes were begging

Oh please, let me have it, just this time.
Or not.
Let me have it, again.
Let me take what was once mine.
Or not. It never was mine.
How could I take a hold of it,
if you were there?
Surrounding yourself all over
its eyes? You are such a distraction!

I felt my arms twist in reverse
Violently
But without even a hint of sigh
Silently
Deadly.

Dear little girl,
I hope you are happy now.
I maybe torn.
Thrown into the garbage bin.
But I am not a disposable kind of litter.

Soon, I'll get recycled.
And I'll be back.
Yes, I'll be back.

'twas a tender
sweet
passionate

kiss.

i thought.

then i realized,

what if

it was
after all

just

a
*kiss?

Remember when I told you
I'd be your friend no matter what?
That when things go wrong
And if we won't stay strong
I'd surely get mad
But I'd still be you friend
Remember?

Hey do you know how much it hurts?
To love you so deeply
But then the world seems to be against
The idea of you being with me
Or me being with you
Or us
Or no, you

The idea of you having to build your world
Around me
Trying to decode every mystery that I am
As you kiss me on the head
While I'm asleep on your shoulders

It hurts, it hurts
The way you look at me
When tears start to blur
Your almond-shaped eyes
Like a baby
You stare at me
Pleading for care and affection
Understanding
Begging me to stay
In your most silent ways

But

If things shall not go our way,
Would you still be my friend, too?

*sigh

Ang hirap makipag-sabayan.

Sino ba sya? Sino ba ako?

Isang batikang manunulat.

Isang hamak na nagsusulat.


Ang hirap makipag-sabayan.

Siya'y karagatan, ako'y patak ng ulan;

Umaalon, walang hanggan.

Isang butil, panandalian.


Ang hirap makipag-sabayan.

Sino ba kami sa buhay mo?

Siya na may matalinhagang mga salita.

Ako na salat sa banyagang wika.

Ang hirap kasi satin,
Hindi tayo maka-move on.

Buti pa ang mga nasalanta ng bagyo,
marunong mag-move on.

Eh tayo?
Please. 'Wag na nating hintayin ang bagyo.

how stupid of me to think bad of you

texting your ex
trying to stalk her
reliving the memories of you two in your head

when all this time
you did nothing
but weep
because of your father's grave illness

****.

**** it.

how selfish have i become

this is beyond embarrassing

*ugh

Oh, the night is dark and full of eerie sounds
R e v e  r  b  e  r  a  t  i  i  i n g  here and there
Butdoyouknowwhatmakesmemoreafraid?
It is to hear nothing at all.
Not even a hush.
Nor a sigh.
Nothing.
empty.
silence.

i pity myself for always
trying to say sorry
when in fact
i shouldn't

THESE ARE FEELINGS OF SHEER PAIN

but then i get afraid
you might leave me

why do i always feel neglected
unspecial
unappreciated

why is it that
you'll just go here when it's convenient for you
what about me
i wanted to see you as often as much
am i allowed to visit you too

sigh

you know what
sometimes
i feel like i'm being used up

AN OXYGEN TANK

giving you relief
when you're in dire need
of support

but see

i'm getting consumed
slowly
silently

one day
when i shall speak none of your name
wonder not

there's just nothing left of me anymore

Tears
Colorless, odorless
Unquantifiable
With no definite form

They're silent reminders
Of things left unsaid
Of feelings kept inside
A seemingly happy soul

Tears
Can really do nothing at all
Yet they're the most powerful thing
A helpless man can bring

I’d like to believe
That unicorns do exist
I’ll ride on their backs
And fly into the clouds
Where rainbows shine with glee
As I wave my magic wand
And turn everything around
Into golden sprouts of happiness
Love, and everything in between.

But unicorns don’t exist
And the world isn’t full of rainbows
A magic wand can’t heal the pain
Of an unrequited love affair
There can never be assurance
That happiness is eternal
For the world is full of hatred
And everything in between.

Help me
Unicorns cannot exist
Tell me they aren’t real
Stab me with words I hate to hear
‘Cause I’m afraid I’m starting to believe
That the impossible could soon be real.

I’d like to believe
That unicorns do exist
I’ll ride on their backs
And fly into the clouds
Where rainbows shine with glee
As I wave my magic wand
And turn everything around
Into golden sprouts of happiness
Love, and everything in between.

But unicorns don’t exist
And the world isn’t full of rainbows
A magic wand can’t heal the pain
Of an unrequited love affair
There can never be assurance
That happiness is eternal
For the world is full of hatred
And everything in between.

Help me
Unicorns cannot exist
Tell me they aren’t real
Stab me with words I hate to hear
‘Cause I’m afraid I’m starting to believe
That the impossible could soon be real.

Hey.

Can you please have some bit of kindness and text me a simple "hi"?

Even a hypocrite smiley would do.

Just so I know that you still exist.

Do you?

*sigh

it started with a glance
a spark in your eyes
slowly
i felt your lips on mine
soft
moist
sweet
for a moment
we were lovebirds

no

it was *eternity

I wanted to hug you tight
But even my outstretched arms aren't enough
To surround your whole body
So I'm sending you the heat of the sun
May it keep you warm
Like I wish I could.

Sometimes I really want to talk to you
But I feel so shy
And I don't know why

Sometimes I really want to confront you
But I feel so scared
And I don't know why

Sometimes, I wonder
Do you really love me?
'Cause I can't truly feel it


And I don't know why

I'm a wilting leaf
Trying to cling onto a tree;
Who took care of me,
Who loved me so dearly.

I'm a wilting leaf
So fragile and indecisive;
Whether or not to hold on
Or detach myself from you.

I'm a wilting leaf
Unworthy of your space;
Other flowers could bloom
If only I'd be gone.

I'm a wilting leaf
Release me, let me fall;
'Til I crumble into pieces
And get consumed by dirt.

You
An epitome of sin

You are pride
You are greed
You are anger
You are lust
You are envy
You are sloth
You are gluttony

You are mortal and deadly
Yet you make me feel
Immortal and alive

Yes
You are
My favorite
Sin.