a ridiculed soul deemed
worthless
trapped by society's
undefeated cruelty
vile memory repressed
still lingers in his throat
the tittering grows
louder
as his laughter echoes
uncontrollably, resentful
and frightened
desiring only but one
semblance of normality
but humanity has
crumbled
how could this world
be so ruthless to someone
who they have denied
to Youー
a man born from chaos

I've thought about it
countless times,
how you could have just
admitted awkwardly,
that this is what we are, only ever
up to here, this overgrown unseeable
space between us
you see, perplexes me
I like you,
unuttered words
between a coward and a skeptic.

Let's forget I ever said hello,
then play back
to the days I didn't know
that time when I didn't care
and you didn't matter.

They were both each other’s tragedy;
his ‘the one that got away’,
her beautiful blunder.

Loving him was both
      my reward and
      my greatest punishment,
      he was here,
      and then he was gone,
      and so was my heart.

The pacific and the atlantic,
how ironic
it must have been
don't you think?
How the green and blue
are able to meet
at some point, but never
ever allowed to touch.

They say all good things
must come
to an end,
but nothing about us
was even good
in the first place,
so why did we have to end?

I really wish
the universe had found
a way to let me know a bit earlier
that you were just going
to be a temporary
existence in this
permanent solitary heart,
the aftermath's pretty much the same;
well, it could be worst I mean
storms get predicted
so why can't you?

I sat on the table, looking at her
eyebrows furrowed,
protests and grief comes out,
like daggers flying right out of her mouth.
Each swallow, I felt it
somewhat stuck to my throat,
as I listen to her incessant rants,
speaking badly of him,
just because it hurts.
I couldn't help but wonder, did she
really love him,
the way I thought she would
or did she just do it, because even
after all these years
she only thought she should.

This is the ending story,
the last page of our fleeting romance,
where happiness confronts
you, right in the face
and tells you how fugitive it is,
that self-growth does not always come
with glee, but also with a price to pay.

Label me a hurricane if it fits,
you think I trampled
on these hearts but they are nothing
but counterfeit;
there's no way to tame
a tempest you see,
you can't blame me for being a misfit.

If my tears could grow trees
with every drop
from the pain you caused,
the world
would flourish;
growing like the sadness
you impetuously bestowed.

I feel like I felt just
a little
too much
to convince myself that
this is nothing.

She is a blank slate
pleasant sight of purity,
always caught in mire artistic situations,
attracts nothing but cold, grimed,
treacherous hearts,
somehow, always ends up in tainted hands,
to painters who were not meant
to hold a brush.

And when all the stars
fell down that night,
she seized them
not with her hands
but with her eyes,
just like how
she caught my heart.

My knight does not need to be
in a shining armor,
nor blessed with prestige
or countless honor.

It only needs to be you,
someone who could wield
a sword, respectable enough
to be able to strike a heart of gold.

You were a newly engraved name
on my stone cold guarded heart;
I used to think the walls
I built were high enough,
but the moment I caught your eye
was the moment you caught my heart.

You entered my life, like a calm ocean,
and just like that I bared myself to you,
yes, you met me at my best,
and I guess that’s where our limit ends
for my worst you could not comprehend.

I admired you this much you see;
I cautiously offered my heart,
but it didn’t took long before it broke;
just like that, you left without any hesitation.

Not one feeling of regret, no second thoughts
not even an ounce left of consideration;
I remember standing still as I watched you walk away,
the pain grew in intensity and for the last time,
I heard my heart drop.

Everybody wanted to be noticed
         except her,
         she only wanted to be loved
         genuinely,
         with no disguise of lust
         or friendship combined.

She was the girl who everyone wanted
         but did not dare to love.

I am the girl
who falls in love easily
but never surely,
the kind who wears
her heart
on her sleeves
but never allows anyone
close enough
to touch it,
the type to openly say
her feelings
to the right person
and also to the wrong.  

I am the girl who
cries over the
simplest of things,
the kind who gets awed
by beautiful imperfections,
someone who drowns
in her thoughts
and finds tranquility
in the bottom.

I am the person
with a million souls
reborn,
a poet with a heart
full of songs.

He had the kind of smile
I would want to
take care of,
eyes that could melt
my entirety,
a voice I could listen to
forever, and a heart
I would dream to have.

They were both
            strangely attached
            to each other,







In arms length,
            nothing more, nothing less.

I used to look at him, the way I looked at the moon
In trance, and in admiration,
a mere thought of him was intoxicating.

To savor this remaining love left in me;
I wished to be caught in this dream forever,
but reality was too cruel.

When I awoke, I felt nothing.
It has been months since,
I have not caught a single glimpse of him.
The truth was, it was fading.

Yet I tried my hardest to keep it with me.
I held our love in my hands
like a pile of sand, slowly,
watching it slip out of my grasp.

I write stories I haven't seen,
imagine fairytale's
i have yet to dream,
speak words I have yet to feel.

Loving someone despite knowing
it is never going to last
is the worst human
tragedy there
is.

I have learned that
     no matter
     how much I love
     the ocean
     calm as it is,
     it could turn into a
     monster
     and drown me in nothing
     but sadness and
     despair.

People like us
who were born givers,
don't really
know how to love
someone
without losing
ourselves
in the process.

All we do is nothing,







but love
and runaway.

He's not missing,
            he's gone.

There's a big difference.

He desired her so much
he fooled her
into believing
that he was that someone
she had always
dreamed of;

       her happily ever after.

Statistics says that
there’s a 99% chance
that I might fall
in love
with you,
And I shall make use
of that 1%
to make sure that
I won’t.

Friends come and go,
they said,
I mean, sure they do
I just hope you're not one
of them.

Blinding lights
in chilly nights,
a soft gleam dust
in silver bites,
carols sing
upon thy dream
in praise and love
for Christ our King.

I'm sorry
but todays battle
has come to
an end,
the angels
have arrived
before I could ever
claim myself;
who do you think won
when the demons
came up
to tame me?

It scares me
you know,
how we are just
another story
in this vast universe;
a world of
different dimensions
and to think that
not even one
could have
saved us.

She was like the sky
      made up of lightning
      and thunder,
      chaos amidst the calm;
      yet smiles and clears up
      whenever her sun
      was around.

Tell me, what chaos
        has made you
        an empty soulless
        shell?

Tell me, what remedy
        do you seek
        to once again
        relive your
        life
        against this ruthless
        hell?

And in a blink of an eye,
      summer was gone,
      like you, who didn't even
      bother to stay
      for more than a month;

Who am I to deny,
      my flimsy first love,
      well, it's just another
      difficult phase
      that needs to be done.

She stares into the distance,
her eyes flickered,
the window to her soul,
dimmed little by little;
have I not bled enough? she thought.

Inside her filled with cracks,
a cage that completely lost
its resonance
drop it too quickly
and she shatters, shards piercing another.

A self destructive weapon, is what it is,
in a fit state her demons coiled;
ne’er-do-well, she mirrors herself,
considers a heart of little no value.