What do my words matter?
Im just a poet
Every time i open my mouth and speak the truth it just falls out of everyones ears
People do this for years
And the foreshadowing becomes predictable

Its been years since we've met.
Years since we last said hello.
Years since I fell in love with you.

It's been years since we both left school.
Where we both were reckless teenagers.
Years since we left marks on our wrists.
I've stopped, I wonder if you ever will.

All these years, do you still remember me?
As your dog?
As your monster?
As your temporary lover?

I still remember you.
I remember you very clearly.
Because all these years,
I've never stopped loving you.

Three decades back,
A communist,
As a fad atheist,
To my chagrin
You taught us
"God doesn't exist!"

To my surprise
After mass
I saw you yesterday
Kneeling down
Hands upward
Wholeheartedly when
You Pray.

Out of His mercy
And benevolence
No doubt
God will forgive you
At once,
For what matters
Is your repentance.

But  I can't help to ask
What will be the fate of
Of those credulous children
At their formative years
You sent off the track
Without a mental map
To return back?

Me and time are not good friends
Time won't bend the rules for me
Time gets mad when I don't pay attention to her
She tells me she can't control what she is

I get mad at time when she takes away my days
I hate her way I hate all her ways of doing things
The way she makes moments of pain feel like years
And the moments of joy feel like seconds

But despite all of that
Those aren't the real reasons
Why me and time are not good friends
The real reason is because

Time doesn't like my annoying friend
Procrastination
Procrastination never leaves me alone
And time gets jealous

Procrastination is with me
at this exact moment
Time got mad*

15 minutes ago it was 5:16 pm and now it's 6:50

The emotional/intellectual gaps between people
are so much farther than miles.

To the only guy I regret walking away from
     It’s been more than five years
          But the pain in your eyes still haunts me
               Now that I can’t have you
          I suddenly want you
     Now that you’re with somebody else
I’ll tell you I love you
     Everything you said is like an extract from a good book
         It’s so beautiful and
              yet heartbreaking.

Eighty years
to love,
Twenty-nine thousand, two hundred days
to leap,
Seven hundred thousand, eight hundred hours
to learn,
Forty-two million, forty-eight thousand minutes
to laugh,
Two billion, five hundred and twenty-two million, eight hundred and eighty thousand seconds
to live,
One lifetime
to leave…

We'll smile for the camera
Smile for the picture,
Then why won't we smile
When we see our reflection?
We'll held our cups up
And scream 'cheers' together
But we are not cheering,
We are actually trying
To clear up our conscience.
We'll discuss about ***
Like we are the masters
But the truth is,
We are still not over
Our last ex.
We act so precocious
To start the next stage
But we are not conscious yet
To leave this stage.
We should stop expecting
To do what we see
We are still on time
To change
What others will see.