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Ayelle Garcia Oct 2014
Destructive as earthquake,
Devastating as death;
It is hard to wake,
Trapped and out of breath.

Immediately broken
Like a heart of glass;
Left alone frozen,
Thwarted to pass.

He left her out
And put her heart away.
Baffled with doubt,
She didn’t stay.

She sealed herself
So she can’t be found.
Lost trust itself,
Not even a sound.

Then comes the light
Out of nowhere;
Filled with fright,
She then crept to stare.
My cry of total shut down. Yep, my dark side a.k.a. social suicide. But this one's written more than 4 years ago anyway.
Ayelle Garcia Oct 2014
A dark entity;
Brings grief and sadness.
Nobody knows
When it arrives.

Physically or spiritually,
Mentally or emotionally;
Death take its toll
And no one is exempted.

Most people pass
In sickness and age;
Natural, they say,
But it’s now different.

How come?
Suicides, killings,
Accidents as well;
But it’s not just physical.

Bullying can be
A social form of death.
Inasmuch as social suicide,
It’s the same concept.

But due to that,
It sometimes lead
To a lethal way of death:
Committing suicide.

Some prefer to end their lives
By killing themselves.
Do they even realize the fact
That they’ll miss a lot in life?

But come to think of it,
Death is just a part of life.
Why don’t we think of it
As a passageway to the light?
Those thought you don't wish to think about.. Yeah, it comes up at some point. Good to have support behind you now.
Ayelle Garcia Oct 2014
Why are we born?
What are we doing here?
What will we do
To the lives given to us?

Many questions asked,
Trying to unmask the truth;
But no one else knew
The true reason for living.

Some pursue what they want,
Some take the toll.
Some ruin other’s lives,
And some, clueless as it seems.

Why are given
The life we’re living anyway?
Does Fate play it safe
Or is it God’s plan?

Try finding it out yourself,
You might be surprised;
The people around you are clueless
But you reflect why.

No one else know
Your reason of existence
Except yourself;
Look into a deeper side.

I might have just
Found out my own reason;
If I guess I didn't,
I wouldn't have written this.

The answer is just
In your own self.
Just dig deeper though,
And you might just find it.
The questions I had in mind when I went depressed. A sequel to If All Else Fails.
Ayelle Garcia Oct 2014
Every thing's in shambles,
Altercation up ahead.
Why do we complain
If it’s just something small?

Do we even dare
To listen carefully?
Probably sometimes,
Things weren’t what it seems.

What you see is what you get
Isn't always correct;
Just level your ears
To what could be true.

Never depend on yourself alone,
Just open and fess it up.
There will be helpers around;
So what’s harm in trying?
Depressed me, before the dark poet came.
Ayelle Garcia Oct 2014
Friends to lovers,
How unusual it is.
But in my own case,
I guess it’s destiny.

By chance we met,
Through similarities we clicked.
Though we have different views,
We have the same point in the end.

We shared our own desires
And dark secrets no one knew.
In times of problems,
We help each other find ways.

Some people see us
As a potential couple;
But we decline to believe
And we know it won’t happen.

I was eyeing for someone
But he kept ignoring my feelings;
You knew all about it
So you helped me to get noticed.

But months have passed,
Still nothing happens;
You were there to comfort
When I’m about to lose hope.

Yet this drove us
To be much closer to each other;
Romantic feelings triggered
And ended up as one.

And now I've realized that,
In the place I considered home,
There lies all the answers:
It was you all along.
This was the poem I wrote after my 2nd (ex) boyfriend & I became official 4 years ago. Yeah.. Throwback much?
Ayelle Garcia Oct 2014
Signs are noticeable
But just left ignored.
Why don’t you mind
The things I want to express?

Acts of kindness
As you view it,
But it has its meaning
That came from my senses.

I just don’t have the guts
To tell you all in words,
But some people pushed me
When all I want to do is shut up.

Now I told you everything,
I’m waiting for an answer.
But time flies so fast,
And nothing came out from you.

I've waited for a long time,
Just to hear those words.
Have you already forgot
To answer my query?

Now I've gone off to somewhere,
Reaching out for my dreams.
But once I return to you,
I hope you already have a reply.
Those days when love is.. well, unrequited on the other side of the spectrum. To think, I wrote this, like, 4 years ago pa. Ooh.. Works until now. Ha!
Ayelle Garcia Oct 2014
I’ve already graduated from high school,
But I’m still living in our house.
So I need to get used to commute
From East Fairview to UST.

It’s really different now,
Literally farther from usual.
It may be one ride away,
But with a longer travel time.

So, I have to leave earlier
Than the usual time back then.
If I don’t leave early,
I’ll get stuck at Espana for long.

FX or bus, you name it;
Whether partially or almost full.
Even if it’s very crowded,
I have no choice but to fit in.

So when I know I’ll be late,
I cross my fingers so hard,
Wishing that my ride
Will take an alternative route.

I just hate the fact
That when all else fails,
Even alternative routes
Are totally filled with cars.

In just a few months in college,
I already learned shortcuts to UST.
At least when I know I’m stuck,
I’ll find a way out of it.

In life, however,
There is no shortcut to happiness.
You still have to go a long way,
And withstand the challenges along it.

So we have a choice
And hard work is needed;
At least you know that
You’ve done it with effort.

Well, if a shortcut fails,
That means try another one.
But what can I say?
Manila is a busy road.

So I have to expect and endure
The heavy traffic flow at Espana,
As much as I can do it
In my own busy life.
A poem I wrote during my freshie year in college, and I wrote this while on a bus to school.
Wedge Aug 2014
I can recall so clear that sunny day in June
Little did I know that my life would change so soon
The most amazing girl my eyes would ever see
Came out from nowhere and sat down next to me
We sat there really close talking for quite a while
That's when she looked up at me and showed her pretty smile

And now
I sit and wonder why I didn't ask that day
How could I have been a fool and let it slip away
There's not a moment that the thought will let me be
The day there at riverside will never ... leave me

She told me all about the people in her town
I said it sounds like fun she said well come on down
We can cook out, have fun, and stay up really late
I said well honestly that sounds really great
She told me all about how she lived nearby
How I wish I could have known that lie

And now
I sit and wonder why I didn't ask that day
How could I have been a fool and let it slip away
There's not a moment that the thought will let me be
The day there at riverside will never ... leave me

The last day we camped I went back to the riverside
I joined her sitting there and we said our good-bys
She said there's something from you that I really need
I want you to be able to come and find me
And I truthfully don't live anywhere near your town
But find me where I truely live or my heart will surely drown
I put my hopes up high and began to really look
I hope that maybe someday I'll find what she took
She took my heart away and I know without a doubt
Finding her will be my only safe way out
It's been so long ago all but one memory has died
And that's the one of the girl I met at riverside

And now
I sit and wonder why I didn't ask that day
How could I have been a fool and let it slip away
There's not a moment that the thought will let me be
The day there at riverside will never ... leave me

The day there at riverside will never ... leave me
(July 3rd, 2010). I came up with the lyrics for this while camping in Yosemite California. As soon as I returned from vacation, I went to my computer and typed it up. Enjoy
Annabel Lee Aug 2014
I am a terrible dancer.
But for you I would dance,
I would twirl and spin and slide,
to whatever music you gave me
my clumsy clomping feet would suddenly
for a moment be graceful,
just for you.

I am a terrible singer.
But for one glance of your smile
I would climb each stumbling, soaring note
I would belt out my love for you
singing along to the radio in our car
tremulously letting song fill me,
just for you.

I am a terrible writer.
But I compose this poem out of
nothing but love for you
-- because I have nothing else --
and I'd rearrange the alphabet
a thousand times over
til it forms the words I want,
just so, on the page,
just for you.

I am a terrible artist.
But I would cut my heart and bleed
my love for you to paint with;
my body to be a sculpted statue
a monument of ******* and hips and desire
only for you.

I am a terrible lover.
But all I can say is that I try, with all my might
for you to know my love, feel my love
and not just when we are entangled in each other but
even when we walk side by side down the street,
when my fingers brush yours unexpectedly,
in the way you rub your eyes when you are tired
and the way you stare at me for so long I get uncomfortable,
saying, "I just like to look at you."

I see you and my love is
always for you, always with you,
a glow of me in all you do because
I am standing on this cliff edge and
it's too late, it's too late
I've given you all of me, and even if it
destroys me
there's no coming back

Everything I do, I do for you.
Erenn Jul 2014
When all is done
It’s never really done.
Really.
You often asked yourself
'Will I see her again?'
That’s not impossible in vivid reveries
But it’s still a lie.
Creating that illusion in your head
Reversing time repetitively and everything will be as it is
The way you wanted it to be.

Speculating if your love for her
Was being marked for invalidity
Moments imparted on phases that matters most
The smell of berries in her hair
That fiery gold in her eyes
That emphatic touch that never waned
'But why so soon?'

You tried to run
But you can’t
Despite hiding in your illusory canopy
These fragments aren't real anymore
It was.

You tried rendering it to someone else
But you pushed them away
Not letting them in
But you realized those feelings were real
This new beginning was real
But you shut everyone out
Leaving that void of obscurity in your head

Your heart’s barely pumping
Every second mattered
Contemplating if it’s easy to plummet down from here
Now you’re thinking with your heart
Not your head
It doesn't make any sense
Because you created that
You chose to be this way

You just wanted to be with her
Just one day.
Again.

But you can’t
It’s not real anymore
It will never be.
Because it’s gone.
She’s gone.

**Forever.
Four years passed so fast. I'm just really content you're in a better place now.
Never forgotten.
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