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Ysabel Jan 2016
Three months from now I could be in my chair typing,
Three months from now I could be in a room teaching
Three months from now I could be in the road doing interview,
Or three months from now I could be in your arms saying I do.

There are endless possibilities that could happen,
But before that three months finally end,
Let me first savor my last college year,
Typing a poem while drinking a beer.
Three months to go!!!
Ysabel Oct 2017
She chose the latter,
the easiest way,
the less complicated,
the less bumpy way.

She chose to be selfish,
she chose to inflict pain---
instead of feeling the pain,
instead of loosing the leash.

She chose to ignore the signs,
she chose to act normal,
she chose to live by,
before pulling off the gun,
atlast.
Ysabel Mar 2016
Don't let me shutter from your grip.
Don't let me melt from your warmth.
Just let me feel how to be touched,
before the light take me back.
Always cease every moment before you regret it.
Ysabel May 2018
I'm so afraid that one day all this love I´ve saved up will not be given to anyone.
That the years of asking for the one, will be wasted
And I will be alone in an apartment with a dog and goats,
computer and notes,
Writing poems and scripts,
Wishing that fantasies were real.
I miss giving love and be loved
Ysabel May 2016
I left
Not because I gave up
But because I want you to hold on.

I cried
Not because I'm weak
But because my feelings for you is too strong.

I got drunk
Not because it makes me forget
But because I'm afraid I might drown in this relation-****.

I wrote
Not because I can't speak
But because I want my words stub you and make you regret.

So if you could read this,
tell me what you feel
and I will Love you still.
Ysabel Jun 2016
Standing before the dusk had arrive,
Waiting for the dark to come and subside,
Remembering the pains before I dive,
And your memories left me as my guide.
I can still smell the fragrance of yours,
The beat of your heart I still hear it's boom,
Your smile and chuckle are my golds,
Gives me strength to fights in every storm.
But now that I am alone in the dark,
Sitting at one corner that I've been cried,
Hearing your voice and the dogs howled and bark,
Then I saw our picture, though sad I tried,
To forget everything even your eyes,
But I can't I want you to be back 'gain.
A five year old poem. I made this when I was still in junior high.
Ysabel Mar 2021
You came out of nowhere
but you emerged as a rising star,
now everyone is relying on you
to detect the unknown virus,

a lot have been saved because of you
a lot have lost their hope because of you
tho it's not your fault totally
but you scare the hell out of me.

I hate to see you again this Wednesday,
I hate to feel the agony of waiting for the result.
I hate to overthink that I might have brought the virus home and shared it with my loved ones.
I hate this pandemic. I hate COVID-19!
Ysabel Jan 2016
You told me that we will lasts,
But we didn't,
you lied,
Because the moment you said hello
It was already a goodbye.
Expectation hurts more than reality.
Ysabel Jan 2016
They say once you fell in love,
he will be your world,
but they were wrong
because when I fell with you,
you have become my universe.
Ysabel Mar 2016
Blink
Type
Erase.
Type
Type
Type
Erase.
Checks the time..
Type,
Erase!!!!
Search Google,
Copy,
Paste,
Edit,
Save,
Upload.
Smile.
Ysabel Dec 2015
Let the artist's thought embrace the night,
As he scribble it all till dawn;
For words are enough to end a fight.

Bagged with pens and clearest sight,
He wandered the world alone;
Let the artist's thought embrace the night.

Inspired by the beauty of colors and light,
He described the majestic throne;
For words are enough to end a fight.

To give everyone what is just and right,
He painted it with for hone;
Let the artist's thought embrace the night.

Aiming to share a peaceful flight,
He uttered in the loudest sone;
For words are enough to end a fight.

Striving for future's height,
Dreaming for a joyful tone,
Let the artist's thought embrace the night,
For words are enough to end a fight.
Night is the best time to write for poets
Ysabel Dec 2015
I wish I didn't knew about you and your best friend,
I wish I haven't seen the message you've sent,
I wish I saved my heart, to you I  didn't lend,
'Coz you just want to break hearts- to be in trend.

I'm sorry if I was cold,
The words you wanted to hear i didn't told,
I wish I was brave enough, too bold,
For when this day comes I won't loose hold.

If one day to will find me,
In the same place where we celebrated our anniversary,
Don't be sad nor sorry,
Because this might take time but I'm sure I will soon be happy.
Ysabel Mar 2016
Hush now my darling,
dry thy tears,
silent your whimpers,
for the monster is near.

Don't scream if you hear its footsteps,
try not to breathe.
Think of your happy thoughts,
and count 'til three.

Smile now my darling,
you're already safe.
You don't need to worry.
nor ask for any help.

Look around my darling,
the monster is now lying.
soaked with your blood,
while smiling from ear to ear.
The biggest enemy that we fear is our own reflection, our own shadow, our own SELF.
Ysabel Jun 2020
The moment I stopped writing
I knew that my life is about to change.
The words inside me that are flowing,
Has started to dry out,
Made me feel alone, left out.

Two years since I left this site,
My mind has gone haywire.
The words I used to meet,
Now seems like it doesn’t exist.

Writing has been therapeutic for me,
It just sad that it’s too late now for me,
To recover from this depression and anxiety,
Despite of hundred talks from the therapy.
Ysabel Oct 2021
Thank you for breaking my heart,
Because of that I learned that I’m capable of feeling and giving love.
Thank you for choosing to leave,
Because of that I learned that I get myself attached to someone too soon.
Thank you for keeping the distance,
Because of that I learned to treasure my personal time.
Thank you for not loving me,
Because of that I know that someday, someone will love me and be sure of me.
For now I will continue to put up my wall and guard my heart.
Thank you for the memories.
Thank you
Ysabel Jan 2016
I miss how you stare at me after our fight,
I miss how you whispher sweet nothings just to make me smile,
I miss how your hand draw beautiful art,
I miss how you lips touches mine.

These thoughts of yours had made me insane,
For thinking that you're still here breathing.
If only I can shout your name,
And whisper I love you and Happy Birthday My Man.
Happy birthday Paolo, it's been five years since you're gone.
Ysabel Jun 2017
I saw you staying late at night,
in your small dark room
staring at your ceiling
asking for answers.

That day, I saw you getting anxious
at your office around nine.
'Coz your hot headed Boss yelled at you
because you failed to send invites.

Yet I know you did your best,
staying behind just to finish
the letters, the inputs,
the programs even the script.

The bags in your eyes get bigger every night,
While you cram to send it all.
Your eyes get watery, you become jitty,
But no one knew because you accepted the call.

I saw all your hardworks.
I saw all you pains.
I heard all the belittlings.
I heard all your pleas and cries.

Yet despite all these,
You're still here fighting.
Finishing the fight you've started.

The rope is no longer hanging,
Those blades are now kept.

To the girl who thought of death lately,
I salute you for being brave!
Live life despite how hard it may seem.
Ysabel Jun 2020
Hey, how are you?
I’ve noticed that you are not yourself lately.
You always stay up too late but wakes up too early.
You acts tough when you’re at your office, but so broken when you’re alone.

Hey, need a friend?
You know that you can count on me.
Haven’t I prove my loyalty to you?
That no matter what I learned from you, no one will know unless you let me to.

Hey, don’t be too harsh to yourself.
Remember that it’s not always your fault.
Some people just want to power play and bully others.
As long as you don’t do bad, be at peace.

Smile more often.
I haven’t seen your genuine smile in a while.
Take risk and fall in love too.
Life is indeed not full of rainbows and butterflies,
So be with someone who cares for you.

Be strong and keep going.
Ysabel Dec 2020
Why do my heart flutters when I see you?
Why do my heart beats fast when I hear your voice?
Why do I have this feeling that you’re bad for me, a disaster in the making, a broken heart that can’t recover yet I don’t know exactly what we are?

Friends?
Colleagues?
In denial-lovers?
Or none at all?

Because to be honest, I don’t want to overthink but I can’t help it. Your actions is quite difficult to comprehend.

But if writing my feelings about you would help me move on from you, then let the words inside me flow out until I cannot write anymore.
Ysabel Jun 2016
Have you been wondering why everything doesn't fall into places?
That no matter how hard you try to fix it, you would still stumble along the way.
Maybe its time for you to stop fixing and start asking help.
You need to acknowledge that we all need help from another.
But if a man can't help you then look above, for He has always planned a great future ahead of you.
Trust me, He changed me.
Now its up to you if want to be transformed.
Jesus is amazing God. He transformed me and freed me from sin and condemnation.
Ysabel Aug 2016
"Paint me yellow," was the weirdest line i got from you.

"I like my egg as raw," was the silliest prank you've ever thrown.

"People cry, so let's laugh," was the best advice i got from you.

"Dont come looking for me," was the line that i didnt see coming.

because with the endless things i learn to know about you,
you just left me with a letter,
with no words,
no letters,
just our last picture taken this summer.
When memories are all you got.
Ysabel Sep 2017
Lately you made me cry:

I'm crying for the people we should have helped when we had the chance,

I'm crying for all the soldiers who fought and still fighting because of wars that started because of politics and absurb ideologies,

I'm crying for all the children who have lost their parents by fighting for their rights,

I'm crying for all the books we should have read instead of staying up late with our social media accounts,

I'm crying for the person we should have been,
for the person we changed,
for the dreams we dismissed because of self-centeredness
and norms we continually adopt to.

But a little cry is not enough for you to answer, 'what really happened, humanity?
It pains me to know that we are becoming the person we're afraid to meet
Ysabel Jun 2016
You were my sun,
that lit my life.
But you are the same sun,
that blinds me up.
He change. He moved on. Yet, I'm still here stuck on the idea of us.
Ysabel May 2016
To defy our existence,
In this mundane world,
We need to write
With no fear and rights.

To found our voice
In every song,
We need to cry
With words and tone.

To be drown in our emotions,
Inspite of support groups,
We need to be free
From people we cannot see.

More than wanting to disappear
In between of classes,
I write,
To keep my sanity.
Ysabel Dec 2015
When your thoughts are too vague and you can't fathom where would your ideas go,
When all you need is to scribble down all those but you're too lazy to do,
When you can't help but deny that your childhood dream is now turning blue,
And when all you've written for almost your lifetime were just mediocre and nonsense clue.

Then stop! Take a break and let your hand wander,
Let it feel a different job aside from painting ink in your paper,
Maybe it needs a little time for itself to discover,
And talk to the Almighty God through prayer.

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