#shakespeareansonnet
The world is seen by eyes alone and lost,
And up above afraid the stars shine not.
Oh what’s a life when we ignore the cost?
So here are we, committed to the naught.
The birds are gone the sky a soundless void,
And down the flies do fall like tears once cried.
We thieve and take until we’re tired, thus cloyed,
We are what we become, we cannot hide.
Our morals were outbought to be resold.
And our great loves were left outside to rot.
Our home abandoned by the hands we hold,
We never tried — we are the bloodless clot.
There are no eyes left now to view the stars.
While we are lost, their shine will heal our scars.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 3:29 PM UTC
It’s not a remarkable rarity,
Not a ruby reflecting the rays
Of the sun, indeed, serendipity
Is like salt in the Monterey Bay.
It’s the dollar you find in your pocket,
It’s the hummingbird visiting home—
The song you would keep in a locket
If you could, for it plays like a poem.
You needn’t be lucky to find it,
It is not a matter of chance.
Open your eyes, be unblinded
And you’ll see it in every glance.
The moon, the stars, the heavens on high
Are not hidden—simply look up to the sky.
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 7:42 PM UTC
O golden blaze, thou sovereign of the day,
Whose light doth stir the heavens' vast delight,
I dwell afar where shadows love to stay,
Yet yearn to bathe within thy burning light.
Thy warmth I feel not, only glimpsed afar,
A dream that dances 'cross the void of years.
Though I, a lonely and forgotten star,
Shine still with love and silent, distant tears.
Thou canst not know the longing in my flame,
Nor hear the whispers in my solar song.
For time and space do mock love’s gentle name,
And deem a bond like ours a dream too long.
Yet still I burn, though fate keeps us apart
A distant fire with thee etched in its heart.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC
When I see the face of my maker here
I’ve never seen a more beautiful thing
My maker is not God nor is it fear
Fear is just the outcome and the offspring
So far gone are the values of our men
Fighting in the names of Gods expired
Crying for the right to love so long dead
On shaking ground but argued required
You’ll see the face of your maker and weep
When recognized by your own scarring heart
If eyes open to spot that bloodied creep
A maker’s face may close both from the start
Your matching face can only seem to choose
Decide if he’s the maker or are you
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 6:03 PM UTC
If the time is not right and I die – just be brave,
Read this to ease the brokenness inside, Love!
Let the tears run from thy eyes down to the ground of my grave.
I’ll accept it as condolence for my body underneath - for my spirit above.
My vitriolic tone shall not surprise thee.
I wrote this to whoever has cared.
Grief can be expressed, but not forever – I am now free.
Thereby in hearts - will leave scars and on time - will leave fear, instead.
If time concurs, I now have to die to wake up my legacy.
This is the inevitable sorrow that we can’t run into, but face.
No one can heal, but at least try to find some remedy.
Send love, above is farewell, and in the earth is your warmest embrace.
The life of ours won’t end in death,
It is in living without love and leaving without legacy at our last breath.
- Aubergine Cher Bautista
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 5:07 PM UTC
With these broken feet, I'll stand.
I'll wake my soul to life without gettin' fear of my dungeon inside.
I'll let go of my fear where the grievous suffering is in store.
& I'll let the world of truth be the one to deplore and abhor.
- Aubergine Cher Bautista
Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 3:30 AM UTC
In my arduous heart - dwells my fear.
Weighing egal rights, before the spring.
These ices from winter colds,
Heat up by the sun that never gets old.
I’m the sun on the day of summer
You’re the ice in the winter.
You said, “I don’t need a piece of your shine”.
You’re getting colder and for you it’s fine.
How can I let you be?
-If you stop at the count of three.
I think I should go now…
‘Cause I can’t take this anyhow.
- Aubergine Cher Bautista
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 11:30 PM UTC
As this world runs in cruelty and in greed,
Our eyes see the world perfect-blindly.
Those who have power stay unfair and unjust, indeed -
The stated laws were implemented tightly.
Power over humanity exists in today’s world.
We as powerless have no right to scrutinize, but to concur.
Their pledges remain twirled -
The hurdle stays in abundance with no cure.
It is in us where the grievous suffering is in store;
And we have none to succor them all.
The hunger and incurable malady strike humankind in any form.
It led to increased mortality, decreased economy, but who to call?
Whoever has power, our safety cannot be guaranteed –
They are the ones that makes our life at risk.
They stand as an impediment for our nation not to succeed.
Their fall is soon our victory – this is not in the pace-brisk.
It’s been a year, still no sign of good deed.
Half of the world is asleep –
Some shock for awakening their soul is what they need.
We have lost enough; at least we have ourselves to keep.
The string of our patience reached its limitation.
Rich people hoard too much and now most of us left deprived.
Who’ll lift marginalized Filipinos in our nation? –
Who'll give us fair allocation that is incumbent for us to survive?
Tedious journey might it seem.
Our souls’ little voices are still unheard.
What life this could be without our soaring dream? –
We shall move our mountains even gratification is deferred.
Now, the time is ours to stand as one with clenched hands,
It’s time for us to deplore and abhor their thoughts.
It’s time to listen in our souls' little voices to be heard at once.
And it’s time for us to break the darkness by our flaming oath.
- Aubergine Cher Bautista
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 11:59 PM UTC
Who gave you that name, Cinderella? Grey
Like the faded ashes they make you clean.
Strict as the hour-glass, they haven’t seen you gleam.
Granular vision curtails them to day.
Cursed curfew; trickling sands serve time’s keen gain.
Chandeliers and red wine, the ***** a dream.
Midnight’s starlight in your slippers, you flee.
Shatter all the glass; then, with me, remain.
Sharp as its edges, coarse time vanishes,
Like the bacchant’s memory, your form’s bare.
Soft feet brushed by sands, lips seal promises.
Exiled, like your gown, we don’t belong there.
See through me, Cinderella, take my hand.
Your name’s gold-dust; I’ll sign it in the sand.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 12:50 PM UTC
How can I able to start this line?
Words are lapsing, not my heart.
Just give me time to think about rhyme.
And I will do mind its rhyme scheme just for this part.
Its sequel dwells within our past.
Like their love when they first introduced the world to us.
How gratitude can be seen?
Not through giving medal as the best mother on earth.
But through giving respect that's what they need.
Recognize their feelings at the same time, their worth.
Reminiscing yesterday will bring strength tomorrow.
Like the sunset will have to set its beautiful hue without tears and sorrow.
And at their sunset, we'll see their lips twist into a sardonic smile.
Their eyes will twinkle with mirth, without thinking about their time.
-Aubergine Cher Bautista
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 3:27 AM UTC
All these lies and smiles I eat
Rest in my head like the tombs of the dead
And make a tally in mind, I keep
For the time comes soon, I shall shed
The decay that stains dry lips black
And Pollocks the mountains of my cheeks
Like webs of a spider, left unchecked
A scorn of thorns I will mete
For each scar of a promise unkept
Has nested a home in my dried-up heart
And unlike you, for whom I've wept
Their bitter voices keep me warm
Betrayal grips me like a forgotten lover
I dance in your demise, and rise - untethered.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
my head feels funny so i thought i'd write
a sonnet in an attempt to get sleep
tired eyes meet heavy thoughts meet long nights
lonely hours breed thoughts of hearts sworn to keep
why do these thoughts always come back to you?
oh, all the things i would give to forget
me swearing to you my love and time too
when do promises become cursed debt?
maybe i am not the best with my words
i have a disposition to sadness
does that mean you can cut my heart in thirds?
tearing me apart in your cruel madness?
though still confused, i'm glad you ****** off
though i'm without sleep, i am moving on
we were volatile, a **** molotov
now i can move peacefully into dawn
though lacking you, it is still a new day
i would not have it any other way
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
Imagine a natural disaster
A mass collection of terrible things.
Think wind and rain and clouds that start to stir,
A noise so loud that it makes your ears ring.
Tormenting a whole town 'til it is done,
Just raging devastation all around.
Why do you terrorize us just for fun?
Is this where all your attention is found?
But after it is through we all come out
And realize exactly what happened.
This disaster brought out all of our doubt
It was not there we all just imagined.
Oh, dream that reached us all- thank you so much.
You got us out of our own evil clutch.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
The sun that shone so bright upon the ice
So cold, so hard, the ice, but yet so white
The water froze so long ago by lies
But then the truths revealed the shining light
The love thou have suppressed won’t fade away
Infect your mind and heart it will; again
Just let thy warm emotion free; You may
Be warmed and cared about; again
But if you let thy heart be open wide
The sun will shine on you with light divine
The one you love may with your heart coincide
Maybe the one will not but you will shine
If love, at end of life, you can’t recall
it’s like you won’t have been alive at all
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
My mother stole the stars when I was young.
She dug them graves and built them tombs of stone
and dark replaced the light where they had hung.
The moon lamented in the sky alone.
Buried alive, the stars began to sing.
They sang me lullabies so I would dream
of when the sky was bright and burning,
when Earth was lit by constellation’s gleam.
I heard the stars and dreamed to set them free.
I longed to see them ease the lonely moon
and light the night with fire to paint the sea.
Yet they remain buried in dark and gloom;
for I was young and slept the night away.
I didn’t know dreams died with rise of day.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
Two brown stars alight with fire fill my heart
with wanderlust. I'm aching to explore
the cosmos she creates within her art,
Galaxies expanding evermore.
Autumnal tones reside upon her pate
And winter's temperance somewhere in her gaze
With summer's passion lurking in her gait,
Spring's abundance in her creative ways.
The seasons below join the stars above:
A marriage of both mortal and divine.
Exploring and chronicling new love
Amidst these cartographic words of mine.
And if, by grace, my journey isn't bare
The borders of my heart shan't keep her there.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
Our love was endless as the grains in sand,
and when the sea and wind welcomed you in
the middle of the night, across the land
I travel, wishing for your matching grin.
The waves were sweet, unlike any other,
a voice drawing spider webs on your skin,
you had the haste to forget a lover.
And I do not blame you but I wonder-
Shall I compare thee to a short lived love?
Shall I call thee but a true love still?
In flight now is nothing but a dove,
below are hunters with thirst for a ****
My dear, we are but two stars in the sky,
soon you will see that I’ve drawn an end nigh.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Emotions are cast before blinded eyes,
To stand before the final test of time.
Will our future look on us and despise,
One hundred forty characters of rhyme?
Jaded words cast into the endless sea,
Or three words said behind a glowing screen,
Generations look back with shame and see,
Romantic nothings not one soul did mean.
The birthing of passion is all but gone,
And often are we caught up, bound, and tied,
Trading away for screens our forlorn dawn,
Lost in the sea, in the black, raging tide.
So our time shall be remembered as thus,
One hundred forty characters killed us.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC