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Oct 27 · 25
a forbidden delicacy
you came into my life as a surprise,
an interesting delicacy that caught my eyes.
i'm a starving girl, which made everything unfair,
you're a possible poison, but i refuse to care.

show me an act and tell me lies,
feed me with your loveless words in disguise.
let me taste and savor the guilty pleasure,
delusion is the medicine i take for this leisure.

i'm dying to see what you have in store,
but a hungry stranger cannot demand for more.
i'll take the pieces of what you can give,
drive me crazy with your concealed motive.

confuse me with your mixed flavors too,
i'm an addict, so i keep coming back to you.
let me devour your every bitter and sweet side,
whatever we are, let's not choose to decide.

go on and do with me as you see fit,
i'll just cry while laughing about it.
i'll take love, no matter in whatever form it comes,
i'll lick the plate until there are no crumbs.

let us enjoy each other until it becomes bland,
time will come, and you might let go of my hand.
but for the meantime, come and stay here with me,
show me what else you can offer with your delicacy.
no-label relationships are so sweet.
growth is a scary thing, so is staying the same
time will come, and you'll have to bear a new name
you will shed your skin and unwantedly bleed through it
pain and pleasure will consume you bit by bit

your mirror will be the window of different people
all your lived lives will fill up your only soul
fragments of who you were and what you will be
will make you a broken piece or an entirely new entity

friends will become strangers, and dreams will be forgotten
home will become an unfamiliar place, and you'll be lost again
lessons will give you new eyes, and the world will seem to change
only then will you realize that life is so much more strange

you will always look for that happiness you once felt
you will find it frozen in time, and you'll beg for it to melt
the magic of childhood, now dead and far from its prime
you might find yourself wishing to go back in time

growth is a wonderful thing, so is staying the same
sometimes, you'll hate to wear your new name
but what is past but a thing only meant to be remembered
no one can run from their destiny to be altered
Sep 19 · 46
never been easy
it has never been easy
to find the light in the dark sea
to wander blind and alone
to seek what is yet unknown

it has never been easy
to stretch your wings and be free
heart is an animal in a cage
liberty has now become a sorrowful rage

chained by my mind
haunted by my past
my poem and life are not the kind
that gives a colorful blast

despite that, here I am writing
to tell a part of the horrors of living
and to say that it may never be easy
but chaos has a hidden beauty

melancholic hope and doubtful trust
shaking faith, yet values are a must
if life is softly deemed an art
irony is one of its shameful part

it may never have been easy
light and freedom may be hard to see
but if we take life graciously
maybe it won't be as cruel as it would be
Sep 19 · 47
how's life, so far?
dear me, how's life so far?
have you now figured out who you are?
tear that facade down and show yourself to me
speak of the horrors and magic of your story

as a child, there was nothing much to think
later on, innocence finally began to shrink
the cruelty and loveliness of other side beyond
had made its way through me and dawned

friendships and dreams, they fall apart
tears in my eyes and a bleeding heart
regrets and acceptance catching up with each other
this fall into oblivion feels like forever

yet, i still want to stay longer for a while
see what life could still do to make me smile
i believe in good days, and i don't want to miss
i have hope that there is still more than this

dear me, how's life so far?
have you now figured out who you are?
years have passed and now do you see
life is a mysterious thing, and you should let it be
Aug 26 · 206
disliked character
i hate you. you remind me so much of myself.
i belong to those whom i hate.
Aug 25 · 46
a persona
i am two in one body;
one lives with fear that she will always be a failure
and one suffers with it
there is no saving from myself.
Jun 30 · 57
untitled
i held the knife and chose to bleed for the things my heart cannot hold.
it's my own fault.
Jun 30 · 163
desperada na ako
sakit na yata ang lubos kong pagkahayok sa pagmamahal. kapag sinusubukan kong ibuka ang bibig ko upang manlimos ay naduduwal ako. pakiramdam ko ay wala akong karapatan na bigyan ng gamot na sobrang tagal ko ng hinihingi.
no language can accurately describe the wretched feeling i have inside my heart anymore.
Jun 18 · 56
rose
i've always been ashamed of my sharp and poisonous thorns, and yet you hold me as if i'm a delicate flower that should be taken care of. i’m scared i might make you feel sick, and you’ll die from the love that i don’t even know how to give.
is there any chance for me to be loved at all?
Jun 18 · 142
a suicidal decision
would anybody dare to cross the cruel river of my being to meet me on the other side?
will somebody ever want kiss me despite of my sharp and poisonous teeth?
Jun 18 · 111
sea
sea
now i understood why she has always loved the sea. she was born out of its unwavering waves, conquering every thing that's swims in her misery. the peace you get today can be a tide that will devour the life out of you tomorrow. the storms never feared her, for she is one of them.
Jun 18 · 94
queen, as she is.
she's not just like any other queen. her kingdom is built in a place you've never heard of, but as soon as you see her, you know it is thriving under the silence of her loud strides, and the grace of her gestures, courtesy at its finest, mirrors the realm of her own world. only the deserving can step on her land; one should work hard for it.
Jun 18 · 53
free
a feather floating on the wind is always deemed something lost in the breeze of fate, but you showed me that one could have the life of someone who happily dances in the air of such mystery.
a poem for someone who is a care-free person.
May 5 · 193
wordless agony
it's been a long time since i've bled through poetry
please let me feel again the pain of knowing where i'm hurt
i don't know what i'm supposed to say anymore.
i pay my debt by seeing you everywhere and realizing we will never meet again.
i will be forever haunted by the fact that i played a role in losing you.
Mar 23 · 183
lost
sometimes
the more you try to find yourself
the more lost you get
there's no running away from the fate of doom.
Jan 29 · 93
spare me
everyday i eat dirt just to prove im worthy to step on this land

everyday i inhale toxic gas just to prove im worthy to breathe its air

it's try to say "i belong, i belong, i belong." but i know to myself i never want to be here
i don't want to be worthy of this
Jan 18 · 168
love me pain
it is the pleasure in killing myself.
the sting from my wounds are my food.
Jan 4 · 86
people of the past
there is always this odd feeling whenever i hang out with people from my past. not that we have cut our connection, but we just rarely see each other, and we often only do just to catch up with our lives. i cannot help but to reminisce and notice the difference between now and then. how we used to be like this and how we are doing now. it is both nostalgic and hollow. we are now not who we were. life now is not how it was.
i believe that if time machine exists, going through it would be a feeling similar like this.
Jan 4 · 89
nostalgia
there is this feeling after reading the stories you once did when you were still a young innocent child. it is somewhat sickening, rooted from lost hope. a similar feeling when i realized my childhood was over.
nostalgia could be poison when rooted in regret for unwanted growth. life was better before i was able to cook by myself.
Jan 3 · 211
it is what it is
when you have reached the depth of your internal suffering
that intense heaviness in your heart
and the most comforting part of your sorrow

to realize that you are done
the pleasuring guilt when you just had enough.
Jun 2023 · 93
love
Scarmaya Nicole Jun 2023
u know it's love, when the same person who once shook your world when they came, now became the reason of its silence and comfort.
i guess, this is love.
May 2023 · 151
comfortable silence
Scarmaya Nicole May 2023
i've never felt even more understood
when we shared that comfortable silence between us
it's the language of our love
that nakedly speaks for our souls
no one could ever read me the way u do.
Apr 2023 · 386
an outcast
Scarmaya Nicole Apr 2023
can u call it home when u rarely feel included?
i wish u would let me in.
Mar 2023 · 118
burdened
Scarmaya Nicole Mar 2023
when will i ever get to look up at the sky again without my heart being jammed on the ground?
this restlessness has never stopped.
Jan 2023 · 178
i would, for you.
Scarmaya Nicole Jan 2023
i would die for you,
i would live for you,
i would **** for you,
i would save for you.

oh baby, just tell me what to do.
what do i have to do for you to notice me?
Jan 2023 · 570
mercy
Scarmaya Nicole Jan 2023
you're the only mercy that the universe has given to me.
you're the only compensation i would gladly accept.
Jan 2023 · 146
death
Scarmaya Nicole Jan 2023
tell me, how can i consider myself alive when ur embrace makes me feel like i'm in heaven? when your words strike through my heart? when your presence gives me peace? when sleeping with you actually feel like rest? oh, my love, i die whenever i'm with you.
if this is what heaven feels like, i'm ready to leave this cruel world.
Jan 2023 · 969
sanctuary
Scarmaya Nicole Jan 2023
i asked for sanctuary,
the universe gave me you.
u make me feel safe, as if i could still trust u even if there's a gun in ur hand pointing at me.
Jan 2023 · 326
home
Scarmaya Nicole Jan 2023
my home, please let me in.
where do I go when even my only home rejected me as well?
Jan 2023 · 102
waited
Scarmaya Nicole Jan 2023
love never came my way
despite of praying for it everyday
i waited for something even just a bit
why do i still have to beg for it?
it's so unfair.
Dec 2022 · 528
i can't write myself.
Scarmaya Nicole Dec 2022
lots of thoughts,
but only has few words.

oh to be an illiterate writer,
a poet in silence.
a writer who is struggling with writing.
Dec 2022 · 1.2k
two-sentenced sad love story
Scarmaya Nicole Dec 2022
i asked the moon to take care of him.
he rarely goes out every night.
how can i love you when you're not only out of my reach, but out of my sight as well?
Nov 2022 · 136
equated
Scarmaya Nicole Nov 2022
and as if the hell i've been through was worth it, because you came.
your love justified my wretched life.
they suddenly became clear to me.
Oct 2022 · 112
unhappy
Scarmaya Nicole Oct 2022
i'm running out of ways how to make myself happy
i don't know what to do anymore
i'm falling unto that dark pit again
:<<
Sep 2022 · 844
waste
Scarmaya Nicole Sep 2022
and here we are again
waiting for that agony
that despite of me doing everything i can
i still always end up helpless

every
single
time
and  yet we keep going :>
Sep 2022 · 680
haunted
Scarmaya Nicole Sep 2022
burning in the flames of regret
carrying the burden of non-existing debt
slowly losing hope of being free
for the memories are still haunting me
i'm sorry. i was still a kid back then.
Sep 2022 · 524
the past
Scarmaya Nicole Sep 2022
i never thought change would be this hard
it made me realize how deep my heart was carved
with the past i still miserably want to reminisce
the past that caused me to be like this
:<<
Sep 2022 · 1.1k
memories hurt
Scarmaya Nicole Sep 2022
memories are treasures
that you're supposed to bring
not a pin that u have to endure,
that keeps u from moving

go on, move forward
and stop being a coward
close the door and just leave
remember, nostalgia deceives
memories remind me of beautiful days and pain me at the same time by keeping me at a place where i can't move forward nor backwards.
May 2022 · 295
A Sad Principle
Scarmaya Nicole May 2022
"If I want to be treated right, I have to be pretty."
- a maddening truth in my life.
I want to say that this is not true, but looking at myself right now? I feel like I'm this dying flower covered by lots and lots of blossoming ones. I want to pretend that idc, I should. But god knows how much I'm starved with validation and affection. I guess... I just want someone to love me, despite of my flaws in and out.
Apr 2022 · 157
once a writer
Scarmaya Nicole Apr 2022
struggling to form a single sentence
words are now hard to puzzle alone
battling to bring the thoughts to existence
doubting the skill of its own

but maybe your wings are just resting
storing energy for another flying
just hang in there and wait for your next soar
this is for the one who couldn't write anymore
But honestly, somedays, I'm having this thought that I was never or ever will be, a writer.
Jun 2021 · 118
Chemistry
Scarmaya Nicole Jun 2021
Life is full of chemistry

it's challenging to learn

but when you finally understood things

you will realize how amazing life can be

and how little things actually mean a lot.
A science task.
Jun 2021 · 197
Moonlight
Scarmaya Nicole Jun 2021
Cold breeze touching my skin,
As I sit upon a marble seat,
The moon is brightly shining,
As the lake reflects the elite.

Contrary of the beautiful sight,
Inside thyself, there wasn't any light,
Fighting invisible demons, eating me alive,
Doubting if I will still survive.

Silently weeping with my eyes and heart,
Looking surely like a devastated art,
Alone, I mumble to myself, and again, I swore,
"If my heart could yell, it couldn't talk anymore."
Inspired by Beethoven's "Moonlight"
Feb 2021 · 149
Untitled
Scarmaya Nicole Feb 2021
Life is ******,
and so are we.
Jan 2021 · 137
Why?
Scarmaya Nicole Jan 2021
Lately, I've asked myself
Many questions of mankind
They are like books in a shelf
Combined in my lost mind

The unending questions of "Whys"
A battle that I'm facing
I'm looking for words that are concise
For these unexplainable feeling

Why do I have to be sad?
Why do I have to cry?
This world is making me mad
For always making me try

Try to answer these questions
But what I got were additions
All I wanted were just replies
But what I got were crying eyes

Why can't anyone help me?
Why can't I just be free?
Why do I have to experience these?
All I wanted was just peace

Why am I not in love with life anymore?
Like my young self used to before
Why am I feeling hopeless?
Can I just have some rest?

Drowning in thousand thoughts
While laying alone in a foam
And just like a lost astronaut
I'm trying to find my way back home

Suddenly, a voice came out
She was saying something about
A gentle and warm sound
Feels like a magic that I found

She knew my doubts
She heard my silent shouts
She gave me ease
By just saying these

"You always kept on asking
But there are reasons why these are happening
Universe does knows everything
Just believe in its timing

You have to be sad sometimes
You will experience many emotions in a lifetime
You won't also cry forever
But the prettiest waterfall pours unending water

And sometimes, not everyone can help you
You have to help yourself, too
And don't worry, you will be free
Just keep on going and you will see

And yes, you have to experience everything
Someday, you'll see yourself glowing and glowing
I am very proud of you
For always choosing to continue

I hope you'll fall in love with life once more
Because there are still a lot to explore
You can have rest for a while
And continue again with a smile"

Every words were like magic in the air
She said these words with so much care
And maybe.... maybe, she was right
I just have to hold on tight

Someday, I will meet her somewhere
But in that time, I am not in despair
I will make sure to face her blissfully
Because it was my future self who talked to me
Keep going : )
Dec 2020 · 127
Heroism
Scarmaya Nicole Dec 2020
H e r o i s m
an unfamiliar word
to me.

They say,
it is an
act of
bravery,
having a
valor
in thyself.

Someone
who saves
a city,
have wands
in their hands,
and having a
mind that
is unique.

Fought a
monster
with 7 heads,
and made
a cure
for a
zombie outbreak.

Those who
can be called
phenomenals.

Someone
who saves
an existence
before it
disappears.

Or maybe...

...before it chooses to disappear.

Could it be
someone
whom you can run to
when you're sad?

Could it be
someone
whom you can feel safe
in their arms?

Or could it be
someone
whom you can cry
unto their shoulders
when despair
consume
your system?

Heroism
isn't just
all about
saving a city,
nor having wands
in our hands,
nor having a
mind that
is unique.

Nor fighting
a monster
with 7 heads,
nor making
a cure
for a
zombie outbreak.

It is also
about saving
someone
from losing
it's will
to live.

Anyone
can be
a hero
by just
giving
nice words,
tight hugs,
and some
warmth.

Saying
greetings to
random people,
being gentle
in every way,
and showing
your contagious
smile.

Heroism
isn't just saving
someone from death,
it is also giving
reasons to stay alive.
Be someone"s hero of their day : )

— The End —