My hands are of wrinkles
Worn out by the passing of time
And yet dearly cherishing on my palms
A small pendant silver & bright

Wear it not around my neck
For my poor eyes see not
But leave it brushing on my hands
For be it a gift from God

Like a Jackdaw
you threw freedom away
And stood on the windowsill
Eyes resting off the lane

The pendant such beautiful gift
A shining star falling from above
And yet lay still in the hands of another
The truth a Jackdaw would not want

The universe plays a winter song
A soprana, tenor, bass & alto,
You lift your wings & slowly left
Scared to be called a thief of a pendant, a desire that was no fate of yours.

Kung distansya ang kailangan upang mapaglapit muli ang ating mga loob,
Hayaan mo kong lisanin tong mundo para lang mapagsama muli ang pagsusuyong napagiwanan ng tadhana.
Sa aking pagbabalik,
'Wag mo sanang malimutan na ako pa rin ang iyong kailangan
At ikaw lang ang aking kanlungan.
Patungo sa kaunlarang
Aking inaasam,
Hanggang lahat ay di pa huli,
Hindi ako magpapahanap
Ngunit
Ako sana'y iyong matagpuan muli.

(g.d.)
(c.p.)

Behind that cheerful smile
hides a very sad girl.

No Matter how mad I am at you.

When your hand reaches out for mine, I know I'll let my finger intertwine with yours.

Hell, I'll squeeze your hand tighter.

She was the unfinished puzzle
She was the guitar with broken strings
She was the meadow stripped of green
She was the crooked table of support
She was the inner voice of reason

She was the dream forgotten leaving a shadow of frustration
She was the rush of a fresh storm promising heavy rain
She was the ever-changing bricks in a decaying building
She was the wrecking ball extinguishing it from existence

She was the heaven-sent false prophet
She was the flower ripped from its stem
She was the blank pages of a neglected book
She was the dust covering all abandoned objects
She was the frustration in desire

She was the locked door
She was the vacant room
She was the thought with no voice
She was not love

In the midst of a crowd,I saw him from afar..
And suddenly,just like that..A wound appeared on my heart..



Everytime,I looked at him,I felt more wounds appear,
I guess I grew addicted to the pain,as I fell for him..right then and there..



I bled and I hurt...I nearly died from all of the pain..
But still...My eyes managed to always travel back to him again...



Ofcourse,he never looked at me...he didn't know I existed..
And every urge to look at him,I frequently resisted..



I tried to avert my gaze,but my feelings won everytime..
And I never spoke of what I'd felt..As if it was a crime..



A million whispers unspoken..A thousand confessions unheard..

And my heart withered everytime, he didn't notice a single word..



It pained me to look at him,It pained me to look away..
It pained me to not be able to tell him,all that I had to say..



And even if I'm on my knees, and my survival has no chance..
I'd give up everything for the sake of just one more glance..



Another glance..Another wound..I can feel my blood ooze,
But if living on..means living without you,then I must kindly refuse



He is my poison, He is my cure..
He is the very blade that'll **** me..but for him.I'll endure



Another **** on my heart,as I watch him move across the room..
and I can feel it all around me..I'm about to meet my doom..



He walks over and asks"Have I seen you before?"
I feel another sharp pang on my chest..I can tell..I can't take it anymore..



I try to open my mouth,but I feel myself stop breathing..before I even dare..
His love..in the end..was too much for me to bear.



And I leave, just like that..before I could tell him ,why I had scars on my heart..
Before,I could even,tell him I'd loved him truly..my soul silently departs..

You asked me why all my poems are sad
Why they can never be happy
And I looked at you and said I don't know
But you know what the day you left
You were getting your happy poem
I was in the middle of it
So to answer your question
Happy doesn't last long enough to get a poem
I get glimpses of happiness
But never enough to form words
You see a poem takes time
It has to brew inside of you for a long time
Now the happy poem is just
Broken pieces of something that could be
Now its words drips with sadness
Drip Drip Drip
Like the blood down my wrist
Drip

Why do we think
love will fix us
and make us whole

When in the end
it just leaves us
more broken than before

I think we need to stop
thinking that one day
they are going to comeback
and give us the apology
we deserve
because life is not a movie
and sometimes there is
no closure with endings
so we need to hop over
that bridge and let it go
**let it go and move on for
life is not always a fairytale

He wants to say I love you
but keeps it to goodnight
because love will mean some falling
and she's afraid of heights