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SEAN Apr 2019
**** pretentious nights
Silent and dim, like charred coal
Turn up the volume
SEAN May 2020
The soil in the garden,
Pink-colored plastic flamingos
Rusty, and damp backyard
We've planted orchids, remember?
Everything is a palace

Every palace endures solitude
But I am no palace
An apparition,
The maiden I see at night
The roofs are crying

Your memories are still here,
And your clothes, always dusted off your favorite
Your lavander dress, paired with your yellows
Dancing in the meadow
I never liked dancing alone
SEAN Jun 2019
You're like the coffee that I drink while I'm half a sleep

warm,

bitter,

and sweet.
SEAN May 2020
I have a small confession. Forgive this pouring of my heart. This bluebird is caged and wants to be freed.

I cherish halls, where we first met. The moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew you were going to be a sorrowful love. Recently, I have began to regard you as much more than just a sorrowful love.

My feelings for you intensified as I talk to you. When we laid and shared our stories underneath the moonlight, I knew it.

You have eyes like graceful peaches and the most true lips I've ever seen. Your hair, black as tar- and your smile as precious as pink sapphires- always makes my day, my weeks.

You're so special with your laugh. The way you handle your self shows great patience and curiosity.

I know that to you I'm just a blue wanderer but I think we could be happy together, crying like two happy birds.
SEAN Oct 2017
Midnight Elation, delusional accord
Sub rosa, dart of Love
An awe to this physical plane
For hours, for days- the following

In love, making love
To trust and to ******
Precautions to ponder
Defending the defenseless

Unforeseen malady
To pleasure, not to plight
Fumbling pause
Wilted crustaceans
SEAN Oct 2017
Sun is pretentious
Night reveals the soul's desire
Calm and grand, and subtle
Idk
SEAN May 2020
Idk
I don't know everything about her
but i would love to

she doesn't eat a lot, but she likes sweets

Blueberries and brownies,

watching movies

She likes beautiful photographs
But I think she's the most beautiful when she
Takes a picture of herself
She cries, but she makes people laugh
She's every bit of perfect
And every bit of crazy,
I hate it when she's sad
But I know she'll probably shake it off
She's every bit of the things i hope i would like,
And i've learned to like it as i talk to her

Can i waste all your time?
Like walking to empty sidewalks
Or doing the things you hate doing alone
Or even if you have nothing to say
If you think you're not pretty at the end of the day,

I'll still think you're the prettiest
because you are you,
You beautifully untamed you,
Your colors are too bright for me,
But i've always loved the sun when it's true
SEAN Oct 2017
A metaphor of life,
A metaphor of death,
A metaphor of love,
That you once left.

Why do I keep on smoking?
It's a bad habit, I presume
I once hated its smell;
You know, like how you hated it.

Even cried to God
For my father to stop,
Its killing him-
A terrible affliction.

Now, here I am
Smoking my last cigarette  
Now that you are gone;
Its killing me, but you killed me first.

When will I conquer this torment?
Pondering about you,
Cigarettes keep me warm
Every puff and cough.

I don't blame you;
I just condemn my self
For being too weak,
Naive, and trusting.

I guess
I'm not really addicted to you,
I'm just addicted to your company,
Your warmth.

Every flick of the cigarette ****,
Like shootings stars,
Wishing you'd come back
This emptiness, this hollow smoke

I'll promise to stop, maybe.
But not now, darling
I guess this vice would suffice,
For now.
SEAN May 2019
Should I smoke for fun
Or for an ounce of nicotine
Measley dopamine
Should I devote it to the God of death
Will he come with pain,
Or will he let me enjoy this epiphany?
Don't smoke
SEAN May 2020
Asul na kalangitan
Luntiang parang
Gabing madilim

Kalungkutan,
Kasiyahan

Lahat ng ito'y napapansin kong may pagmamahal,
Nang ika'y dumating.

Sa bawat pagdampi ng tubig sa aking labi
Sa bawat puyat
Pag-aalimpuyo ng damdamin,
Sa bawat kilig at galak,
Ikaw ang obrang iginuguhit nito
SEAN Oct 2017
It's been a long season through
Youthful, where the hours go
Emotions filling through
All this thinking due to blue

Sullen with a little attitude
Chained with dreams and freedom
Smoking my last cigarette
Don't really know what to do

Ancora Imparo
To safety in love making
To hope and dream of days to come
Even apples have cyanides within

But lessons don't last when they're fast
I say here stand I
Young and learning
Time to pay the F-in rent!
#Youth #Love #PeachPit #Peach #rent #love #learning #young #apples #cyanide #cigarettes #youthful #dream #freedom
SEAN May 2019
Simpler is the night
When all thoughts are in despair-
Everyone is sullen,
But not your soul.
SEAN May 2019
sometimes, i wonder if i could just go away

i'll live in a strange land

where people speak a languange that i don't understand

i'll probably find myself a job as an applepicker

after work, i'll go home

pamper myself in my log cabin

read, write, smoke, drink wine

then sleep
SEAN Oct 2017
Why do we need to redeem ourselves?
To know one and to cherish one
To live thy life that we solely covet
No turning back, only now

Moles are blind and see no light
But they find their way
Carving mud and dust to get
To one’s itinerary

Paving their ways through filth
But they find their way
With warrens, dug in and dugout
And trusting their grit and snout

Working their way through lands
But they find their way
Through hard work with their two bare hands
Burrowing and Burrowing

Heroes and heroine
Harrowing and harrowing, but not like blind moles
Worry, why? Aren’t you much precious than them, darling?
With gift of sight, to see one’s light
Have a nice day. :)
SEAN Jun 2023
How?
How to mend this sorry heart
How does this ache so much

A passionate part,
But a feeble one
Like the redness of one's lips

Women, liquor, company
Felt grey and short-lived
I tried to mend this sorry heart

Read novels, and created art
To no avail, this broken part
I can't repair this broken  heart
SEAN Jun 2023
I poured everything
Red wine in a golden chalice
I poured,
And I poured, and I poured

No wine was left,
Sold the gold for a copper one
Bought another wine,
To make me forget you

With sorrowful memories,
Streaming down from the copper chalice
Half asleep
Half awake

I can't forget
I cannot find you
I slithered to your old doorstep
Knocking for my old self

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