I can be black
You can be white
Never together
Like yin and yang
You took up the majesty but i was always there, always ignored.
We were like a game of hopscotch but after every game I felt I was on a wheelchair.
We were parallel, forever and always
Never together.
It all comes back to me when i stand here as you wore white and he wore black at the altar.

The tremors of her lip
Measured seismographic.

The fissures of her vows
Arrived at her throat.

Her diamond band never shifted;
She broke away from me.

For I said,
"We all die alone with our actions."

As we go to rest our bodies
in our soft, warm and cozy beds,
our minds drop from the highest mountain peek,
down to a nonstop fall that becomes the universe,
lightened by stars that shine in every single one of us.
Yet thode stars are so far away.

We fall in deep thought of confusion and doubt
that then becomes an inexplicable emotion.

We defy the laws of physics
to travel though the wormhole
and find that the other side of the universe is closer than we think
And that love really has no boundaries but just a twist in space.

-HeartCore (Kenth B. Soto)

We were huddled up, resting in a vacant lot.
Her eyes singing to me a serenade of sorrowed
embroilment. She was a moment away from
being a glancing thought in my mind.

We collaborated on our misfortune, designing
what we could to rebuild. But the lot was vacant,
and everything we tried either subsided or just
collapsed in tattered folly of what was tried.

We, us, each other.. just weren't like that which
was built upon the understanding of the other.
*** holes had collapsed leaving vacant spaces
that we once filled together...

We tried to mend bridges but words washed
them away... we tried to hold each other,
but we were like magnets. Close but further than
we thought, she walked away, I just stood there.

We were waves
traveling in a rope
tied so tightly,
so tense

Our centrifugal force
was imaginary
it only existed
when we were
in the same focal point

When our world
began spinning
we tried holding on
there was nothing

We had
a moment
and then it was gone
like waves
on a tightly tied
rope.

i'm not good at expressing my thoughts.

i'm not good at picturing how the clear skies hugged my heart, or maybe how the storms drowned me into depression.

i'm not good at writing how lovely the sounds of nature, how it rhythms with our heartbeats when we lay down and watch the stars.

i'm not good at describing your beautiful smile, how it reminds me of the clouds, and how your company reminds me of the earthquakes around the world.

i'm especially not good in painting words about how much i missed you since everything.

but one thing i'm surely good at would be missing you.

Corruption
is an overflowing
abundance of inadequate language.

As few will fathom
the misleading of those in lead,
and those who think they see
may be mislead;
even more than those who don't.

Our ends
are never the beginning
madmen are not our conquerors
but instead the folly of commoners.

It was our lack of a auspicious aptitude
that begets us to lament
even the foggiest of concepts
beyond our notion to conceive even simplicity.

It was only eager creatures
that  yearned for the world to be theirs
so instead of uniting the kingdom;
we were segregated into classes
and left without language to communicate.