Your love is a burning desire
In which I yearn for
It betters me,
And with every step I learn
To love more than I ever have
It's never a gamble
With you I'm in euphoria
You keep me humble.
I finally see the silver linings
The solemn, grey clouds become white,
With you, the past becomes concrete
To never be relived.
I'm finally content
This covenant never to be broken
The promise between us
Is forever eternal.
Strip me down
To my rawest form.
To my browns and oranges.
A copper silhouette.
Peel me away
Till I’m standing there
With averted gaze.
Leave me bare
With no recipe.
Strip me down
Lose all my layers, till I’m
Just a component.
Make me an idea,
In its first happening.
A dream yet to be realised.
Look at me,
In my essence,
Am I good?
Ang sabi mo'y di na mauulit,
Ang nakaraan na nag marka ng takot
Sa puso't isip,
Pilit isasambit na aalagaan na kita,
Basta't ipangako mo lang na dito ka lang sa aking tabi.
Pero teka bakit sa tuwing may tampuhan
Ang laging sigaw ay bigyan ka ng oras
at panahon para mag isip.
Sa simpleng pag ihip ng hangin
Na tangay ang iyong mga pangako,
Ang sabi mo di na mauulit,
Pero heto't sobrang sakit,
Ang mga nadaramay unti unting binabalot sa nakaraan.
With ink in my weapon, I sit to fire my emotions,
Raw and authentic, some dispersed and many condensed ,
You read my work and exclaim,
It was the poet who was the sailor in this tidal sea,
It was the poet who brought snowfall in the blazing sun,
It was the poet who met the doom in life ,
And you say , I am a poet and I am born to write !
But in the crooked silent corner of suppressed blazing flames,
When my inks get dry and pages do cry,
I exclaim, " I am a poet and I struggle"!
every move i make is violent.
i viciously rip my headphones from my pocket,
tear paper from its bindings with clawed fingers.
i toss and turn,
i drool and spit.
people ask why my bones creak
like the rotting foundation of an old house,
why my hands are never clean
no matter how long i wash them.
i keep my mouth shut.
i go about my business.
no one needs to know why
my eyes are never still,
why i jitter and shake.
but there's a thickness in my chest that contorts itself,
twisting around my lungs
and weaving through my ribs.
it threatens to burst into the air,
feeding on the horror onlookers feel
when they see the me that is not human.
the reason why.
i am starved.
i want to feel dirty,
to squeeze myself in both hands
and feel my humanity ooze out from between my fingers.
the thickness in my chest grows restless,
and my bones continue to creak.
i remain silent.
Her hair messy, plastered over her face by tears.
Her eyes red and puffy.
Her mouth open and screaming.
Her voice raw with pain.
Her throat dry and on fire.
Her arms feel anchored to her sides.
Her knuckles are bloody and swollen.
Her heart and her mind are bleeding with hope.
Her stomach feels like a can that's been crushed.
Her legs--think they're still there, she can't feel them.
Here's a call
for all those lost souls
trying to find their way
relax..no one does..
A call for those depressed
about about missed opportunities
that might have lead them
Here's a call for you
I know how you feel
unloved, in love with unreciprocated love
alone, lonely, isolated, drunk, voided,
relax... there's nothing wrong with you
because I too feel the same
.. you're not alone