Taste of sugar - maybe stevia
In the back of my tongue
Where the throat meets the muscle
And draws the line, the border
It’s so sweet despite not having a sweet tooth
I can’t handle it though
Some can’t handle the thought

I don’t understand
There is
This sweet taste
At the start of my throat
Every night when I lay awake
I wonder why
It won’t go away

why am i sat here writing poems?
i've never been a poet before,
but it seems that you've brought one out in me.
my fortuitous muse,
perhaps you've revealed to me the better side of my mind...

How are you not with someone?
You're so beautiful and gentle
Funny and charismatic
Caring and unbelievably understanding
You’re like a singular sunflower in a field of roses
People always go for roses
Because they think red is the most
Love Filled color
A dozen roses does not compare to a single sunflower
Yellow means caution
This could hurt
But go for it
Yellow is how I feel about a sunflower

Do you feel it when you’re flying, or does that come naturally to you?
I swear I feel like I’m floating when we hold hands or kiss
How does it feel to be so precious and light?
That gravity can't hold you down to Earth
Such a genuine person
Funny
Smart
Really what's the catch

How does it feel when you walk into a room and time stops?
When you get in my car and my heart stops
A man who walks into a room and the walls collapse at the very sight of him

How has such an amazing person been hurt?
Who was in charge of that
Me?
I’ll never do it again

Have you ever met someone and just thought?
Is it you?
It must be because the walls have collapsed
“Hello,” I look up at you

When I think about you
My mind turns to white noise
The butterflies in my stomach
Multiply
The thump of my heart is so strong
I feel like my heart's a prisoner in a cage waiting to break out
I'll hit my head to get it working again
Breathe in to release the butterflies
Command the beat of my heart to slow down
The art of control
To not spread my legs at the sound of your voice
Waiting for you to paint the canvas
To not turn brain dead
When you press your lips into me
To not jump around like I’m on crack
When we make plans to meet
To not have a heart attack
Every time you tell me you miss me
Like I miss you
It’s an art
To teach my body not to give out when you are around me
To not leak of honey
Crave you in sinful ways

To not turn to fuzz
When I hear your voice
To not explode
when I feel your kiss

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take
     a
       step

INTO ART

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into a new WORLD
of OPPORTUNITY

don't stop your  ~D R E A M S~

                                                 yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
                                flyyyyyyy
let your paintbrush

onto the canvas
                 and into your
                               <3 HEART 3>


IF YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN
          

               ...then you will...

I did not engineer

Nor attempt to construct

The human soul

No

Not I



The mere idea seemed frivolous

Damnably gelatinous and

Above all else

Impossible to comprehend

How silly it might turn out

Indeed I thought this



I did attempt however

To make a spicy jam

One evening at the

End of Winter I believe

Lovely time

When this,

What I consider the beginning of a debacle,

Began



I threw together

Bits, and things, and twigs,

And professional spices,

And Illicit words, and

Brown sugar,

And old tea,

And harmless fun

And Puppy Dog Tails,

And I’m allergic to snails,

And something that I called Steve



It could have been Tom

But it looked like a Steve to me

Despite its arguments that it was

A Barbra through and through



I stirred and fiddled and sang

To this black and thin glop

I indeed attempted to call

A spiced jam concoction

That was tap-dancing in circles

On my stovetop without permission



When, no I know, the usual happened

I became bored

Yes

Yes Indeed I did

Bored

Thoroughly

Bored

Bored

Bored



Where was I?

Oh yes.

Bored



Bored of this

Damnable,

Jammable,

Fred Astaire

Not spicy jam



So I left what would become

The self-engineering diluent,

Now a vicious, viscous, and crude thing

That would become the human soul

On the back burner  

While I cooked some pasta instead



I prefer pasta

It is delicious

Not like that mistake of mine

It continued to be a mistake of mine

It was not pasta,

It was not spiced jam,

And I never remembered to throw it in the Hazmat bin

Whoops



For a year

I believe

It could have been a week

A very long and tiring week

Or seven years

When I heard the back burning

Singing back to me

About apples with a crisp bite

About fireworks that misfired

About drug needles used to sew together sanity

Was this too spicy?



With its two voices of

Hospital dust

And

Captive applause



Oh my,

This couldn't possibly

Taste good

I believe whatever this has

Festered into without

Adult supervision,

I believe it might be beginning to turn

Like milk and wine



I bottled it in a wooden bottle

And left it on the stoop of an orphanage

To find a good home

I wonder if this not spiced jam

Has found a good home

Last I heard

They all went from it to They

And attended Engineering School.

Minahal kita higit pa sa inaakala ko
Minahal kita higit pa sa sarili ko
Minahal kita higit pa sa buhay ko
Minahal kita higit pa sa pamilya ko
Minahal kita higit pa sa oras ko

Lahat nang 'yong minahal kita kasi akala ko mahal mo din ako.
Ibinigay ko ang lahat ng meroon ako.
Subalit, ako'y tila nagkamali.

Tila na pa-isip ako...

Balang araw makakalimotan din kaya kita?
Balang araw makakamove-on na ba ako?
O kaya naman, balang araw mamahalin mo na rin ba ako ?
Hulaan ko, hindi.

Kasi... alam ko naman, sa simula palang talo na ako.
Masaya ka sa mga taong kaya kang pangitiin, patawanin, paligayahin, at higit sa lahat kaya ka nilang mahalin, sapagkat malapit na sila sa puso mo.

Ano nga ba ako sayo ?

Ako lang naman 'yong tao na nag bibigay ng effort para lang makita ka.
Ako lang naman 'yong tao na, pupuntahan ka kasi alam ko nalulungkot ka.
Sa tuwing magtetext ka ng...
"Good am/pm gawa mo ?"
"Tara, Kape tayo ?"
"Tara sa tabing dagat?"

Ako namang itong si engot...
"Sige ***** na ako after 5mins"
"Wait lang paalam lang ako kay mama."

Dali-dali ako pupunta sa bahay niyo, dahil sabik akong makita ka.
Ewan ko ba, hindi ko alam kung anong meroon sayo ?

Kahit anong pilit ko na iwasan ka, pero sadyang mahal talaga kita.

I flew were rain descended
gleaming like an iris
waiting for the sunshine to sneak
behind the tenebrous clouds
to endure the sprinkles of nippy water
flowing like a queen in majestic raiment
streaming in routes
delivering pristine rinse to flora
and I penetrate right into it
to dance to the melody of its music!!
©shadeofalonelygirl