#12am
"I'm okay" "I'm okay"
whispering to myself, hanging upside down
tears dripping down to my toes
when I break down mid stretch.
"Just breathe darling"
I coach myself, nearly rocking back and forth
on the wooden floor
while the clock reads 12
and everyone else is asleep.
The muscles wrapped around my chest
and my back draw tighter still
-like piano strings:
they wait, poised for the merest sound of footsteps.
And the air doesn't quite find my lungs
my mind won't come off high speed
and I thrash through piles of *******
to find the water-stained, warped, ripped notebook
and a gaudy pen.
Then I begin to scribble, compose,
quietly wail and rage
as stroke for stroke
I map out my traumas and my guilt;
slowly tattooing my hurt
like poetry on my skin.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC
Gandang iyong taglay ay naguumapaw, at ang ugali'y napaka.
Higit pa sa nakikita ng aking mga mata,
Ako nga'y lubos na humahanga.
Sa aking panaginip ikaw ay napapasama,
Ikaw lamang ang nasa isip, aking sinta.
Ako sana ay iyong namang bigyan ng karampot na pansin
Sapagkat ikaw ang pinakamahalaga sa akin.
Nagiimpok na ng pangarap, tanging hangad ika'y nasa aking paningin,
Sa iyong mata ako ay matagal nang nagpapaalipin.
11-12-18
12:14am
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
i have been fighting for so long
can i rest for a while?
i have been hearing a song
just to survive another mile
another mile filled with burden,
filled with heaviness and sadness
i have been searching for the place i belong
that will never use me as a wile
i have been finding rights between wrong
because i am so fragile
fragile to accept that truths were
made out of lies
i have been faking myself to be strong
is it obvious that it's a lie?
i have been keeping this for so long
can i cry for a while?
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
I can’t help but remember the night where everything ended.
The make up running down your face.
The clocking stating that it’s 2 AM.
The door of my cheap apartment room closing as I watched you left.
It’s 2 years later and I’m still in the same apartment room.
Instead of me remembering,
I drink and I forget.
But I slowly begin to realize.
That everything...
S t a r t s
To go
b
l
ur
ry
And I can’t seem to put the pieces back together.
I wake up and it’s all bleak.
It hits me like shattered glass.
It comes in fragments.
But I’m okay with this.
Because I remember the night it all ended.
Your makeup running down your face.
The clock stating that it’s 2 AM.
You leaving my cheap apartment.
And me staying there.
Just to stay.
And think.
And believe.
And hope.
That someday.
You would finally come home.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
*With each day's torments in life
I take my brush and
try to paint out my soul
Where to begin or end
not knowing at all
but still love to paint
to find solace within my heart!
To paint or to write,
is my usual confusion
so did both while writing & painting
my soul out!*
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
who knew it was going to be this way?
for you to believe that your life is amazing and nothing can break this stream of happiness you are drunk on.
for you to only then realise that this is a world you have created as an illusion for this dystopian world that surrounds you.
no one can hurt you.
or so you thought...
you've only ever been open to everyone around you.
this is the source to your ultimate weakness.
and you're the only one to blame.
you're vulnerable and have no opportunity to fix this.
maybe this fact isn't a bad thing; we're just viewing through a negative perspective.
on the road to self-destruction...
and i didn't even notice since i've been blinded.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC
*Light shines through windows,
painting on comfortable carpets.
Stairs creek after steps passed
and throats clog after whispers caught.
Waves crash against sand,
playing soft symphonies in lonely ears.
While hearts break as glass smashes to floorboards
and bodies fall into pieces.*
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC
12am
Alone
it's times like these
I wish
I was silently
wrapped around
you. . .
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
Her head spinning,
her head numb,
and yet she refused
to leave
And maybe that
was all it took,
a selfless gesture
to make me feel
loved and understood
She said
"I really don't want to
leave you alone tonight,
will you really be alright?"
I'll certainly try.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC
a protective mechanism;
unsightly, yet all you need
to keep out deadly passions
some may call is masochism
yet it is the fear that i'll bleed
from digging at the lesions
of a love long lost
and then i met you
as if you were a blanket
shielding me from the hurt
this world can cause
only your warm touch blank it:
all the pain that has been inflicted
oh, how i long to be yours.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
I am not the girl that you settle yourself for.
I am the woman that you solicit ***** words to but never touch.
The woman that you kiss but never wed.
That you dance with but never share home.
I am not "welcome mats"
Or "family dinners"
Nothing about me will ever settle you.
I am full lips,
And soft hands,
Dangerous mind,
And beautiful goodbyes"
I am pleasant "good mornings"
But only because I leave it there.
I am not see you later.
I am the after thought of beautiful,
Something elegant but,
not sensual enough to give into,
smart but, not notable enough to settle for,
I am heaven sent but not suited for marriage,
And I am wet dreams, not yet solid enough to build on.
I am too long, heart on sleeve
But not steady enough to keep you there.
I am kisses too far overdue,
But not striking enough to linger after in your morning.
I am sorry that I cannot be your sun
And I love myself too much to be your moon.
I am sorry,
I have to leave you here,
I am sorry,
I took up so much space in the aftermath,
The in between,
Of you and the one girl who will settle you.
-Indigo Morrison
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
We're trying to save each other
trying to put back flickers
trying to mend each other's guts
trying to attach our broken parts
trying to complete each other
but no matter how hard we try
we just can't.
Something temporary
like what we are
could never fix a deep
gaping
fathomless
pain
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
At night,
When people is sleeping
I am crying,
Trying to end the pain
But it just feels impossible,
It would never get better
And everyone seems happy,
I try to hide the sadness
But you don't know
How difficult it is
To stay strong.
(m.v.a)
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
you are cigarette sticks just lit,
you are a fresh wound on an old stitch.
a disorder spun out of control,
watching as madness takes hold - clutch
breaks - what happens next - your
life begins to unfold. creases form like
scars that never quite leave, mistakes
we break, we drown and we bleed.
i can't live without them is the greatest
lie: love kills you from the inside out,
toxic chemicals rampage fire through
your veins: hooked, hooked, hooked
lined and sunk; funny how we continue
to live with it only because we die with it.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
Not once did I ever convince myself
that I was good enough for you
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC