There's a reason why the sun is the center of the solar system.
It means, the world does not revolve around me.
It's a truth that I often forget.
But one thing is for sure:
I still matter,
No matter what.
I occupy space and breathe its air.
I'm not just an energy at rest and then consumed
And in a loop.

I have a body, soul, and spirit
That is making imprints
And is ready to change the world
One breath at a time.

Do not worship me.
I'm just a monk
leading you to eternity divine.

I opened my box,
Turned the ****,
Hand and feet on position
And danced to the music.

Sometimes, the music is joyous.
Sometimes, it is melancholic.

I am waiting for the day
When I don't have to turn the ****
To hear music.

And I am waiting for the day
I finally outgrow my enclosure.

Why do you keep on studying me
like I am some kind of theology or new philosophy
that will open your mind to an enlightenment
or solve an unsolved mystery?

Of course I can't remember the first time I thought of something good about myself. But I remember hating my skin because others hated it too.

Not everyone was born as mesmizing as Mona Lisa, capturing the heart of a certain Da Vinci and being immortalized in a masterpiece.

Some are birthed like a venus flytrap, often overlooked or overly looked at for being different. But their strongness is to be applauded, and their beauty entices you to feel them until you can't let go. Their charm makes the goddess of beauty ashamed of its name.

I was born of ashes and smokes and volcanic eruption, and also of rivers and harps that gave pain and joy to my mother and father.

My eyes are made of cosmic dusts, you can see galaxies in them. My lips are strong as fishing knots able to spit hooks, catch whales, and tame them.

Every word I speak seduces the one who listens, and like the Titanic, it is too late to realize that you have encountered an ice berg.

My heart is carved in diamonds and salvation, strong on the outside but there is heaven within after you pass through forests of healed anxiety and scars.

My pen always writes novels and poetry and secret love letters to the moon. But my glass window walls them, I am not sure if ever she has heard them.

My feet take me to my room, for there is my comfort and there are my books.

I am not as mesmerizing as Mona Lisa - possessing beauty of the golden ratio - but I can be The Starry Night, a masterpiece made under various weather conditions. Maybe seen as a failure at first, but turned out to be one of the best.

He painted the wind
and gave it a color
She tasted and sinned
cursing that it was bitter

I hope you'd have a million dollar smile,
A crow's feet by your eyes,
And someone who'd photograph those laugh lines.
Put it in a special box.
And may you stumble upon it at the right time when joy is elusive.
May you be reminded
Everything shall pass.
So the tears that are falling right now will dry up and there will be unending joy coming soon.

You make me feel sadness,
the kind of sadness that is art.

In the middle of the crowd, I heard the crickets' song.
Laughter was muted as if to pay respect to one heart being broken.
Footsteps sounded like claps prepared to applaud the orchestra of eyes not meeting.

The once chirping birds sounded like cars honking.
The air felt heavy and the cozy felt cold.
And though it was spring, dead leaves kept falling.
And all the warm feelings were exchanged with a sad song.

Don't search for my sanity anymore,
it
followed
you
far away.

They say scars are ugly.
They tell us to cover it up as if it's shameful to have one.
But scars are proof that we overcame a battle,
And though we had been wounded,
We survived.

The stories behind scars proved that
We did not stay in ruins after chaos.
We got up and started to build an upgraded version of ourselves.
And those scars are reminders that
We can grow stronger throughout our journey.

Each scar deserves a place in this life.
So we can look back at it
As if one looks at a masterpiece displayed in the finest museum.

I whispered my words,
enveloped them,
and sealed them
with a little bit of loving.

I am seduced by your intelligent, intelligent mind

I recognize you like the first fallen leaf signaling autumn. I know you looked like someone for the future, but the present stopped me from whispering wishes onto dead trees. And the orange cardigan that's giving me warmth stayed inside the closet. I hoped for spring in fall but September disapproved.

Dead leaves covering pavements the same way they cover graves. And my feelings are flickering like candle in birthday cakes but not in celebration.
You never look for me. You never look at me. And it's fine now because I have learned to appreciate comings and goings. But you, you came but never stayed.

Love approved of the next chapter and I finally looked forward, straight ahead, after looking at the sidelines for a long time. I saw love and was surprised that love was already looking at me.

She's a vanilla kind of person.
There's simplicity and lightness in the way her lips curve
and her cheeks blush.

Sweetness can be felt with every touch of her fingertips.
And whenever the wind blows through her hair,
Sun rays peek as if passing through forest of juniper trees.

Every step she takes are like melodies
from harp strings played by an angel.

She warned you
to touch gently her fragile heart
but you came full force
with hurricanes and war tanks.

I hid the photographs
under my bed
so I have token to look at
when I want to hear your laughter
again.

You may be the sine qua non in my every breathing.

You say we could laugh and be merry tomorrow.
How funny and stupid at the same time.
The world laughed yesterday and cried today,
We cried today so maybe we can laugh next.

Longing for your
rainbow sherbet sweet teases

Temptation is a beautiful white bird in the forest
Leading to a house made of
Gingerbread and candy canes.

It shouts, "Witch inside!"
But you wouldn't know
Unless you learn to say no
To every eye-catching offer of the evil.

On nights like this,
I do not apologize to the ceiling for staring too long.

I let my eyes wander to every corner
looking for hints
as to where it kept my midnight secrets.

I thank it for its silence
and for reminding me,
I can stare more,
I can share more.

I have lost count of all the autumns
that we should be together,
the last time the leaves fell,
was our last fall.

But my eardrums broke after listening at the endless silence of the galaxy of your mind.

I woke up in another dimension, swimming endlessly and looking for a key that will unlock and free me in this blackhole.

But all I found was a door transporting me to another puzzle that I cannot solve.

I almost gave up until a comet passed and guided me back to the core where I found the fragile, beating heart that started it all.

When you feel betrayed,
Do not get even.

Do not let it keep you awake.
Forgive and have a good night's rest.

In the end,
You have forgiven and at peace.

Imagine how anxious Judas must have felt
After he betrayed Jesus?

The way his eyes told her
What a beauty she is,
Made Venus embarrassed

The love that assures.
The arms that are ready to hold.
The love that reassures.
The love of a mother.

It will come soon.
When joy is etched on my skin
And death will tremble when I laugh
Because the devil cannot tease me anything anymore
For I would want nothing from him.

The sky opened up and then
Rain in the middle of summer poured.
A sudden, familiar feeling wrapped around me.
A feeling forgotten because it's not in season,

But it feels nice to see gray skies once in a while.
Especially when I'm sitting on a park bench holding my pen,

I write when rain comes and when it doesn't,
Just as I write when love comes and when it doesn't.

When my soul is on its knees,
I hold my hands together
And call to the divine.
And then I write eloquently of the past
And of the sacred future.

White is the happiness on her wedding dress.
So pure and radiating.
But white can also be the cruelest of colors
for it brought sadness alone,
the day they covered his tombstone.

Why did you wait for the white knight to save you..
When you knew in the first place that he was the dragon.

Why have you given in to the call of another lover?

I have won every battle that scarred my soul,
I can now kiss thunder and throw lightning and dance with earthquakes as if its beats I control.

You are not weak just because they told you.
No!
You are made from bamboo and sunlight
So stand tall and be not swayed by the storms.

You can be a queen without a king,
A goddess without a god,
And a spear with a poisonous head.

Fight.

Fight those who try to take away your existence,
For you have survived chaos
and you have been sharped by your praying soul.

Hold the pen and write your own story.
And when they try to tell you that you look like someone they knew,
Tell them their eyes are not even enough to take a look at you.

Words became wine that got us drunk and made us believe we will be forever unheard on this galaxy full of poetry

And I just stole the antidote.