#untold
A small sun rests in careful hands,
a quiet, glowing weight—
warm enough to cradle close,
too bright to hide away.
Once stolen by the waiting sky
before the dawn could claim,
it drifted,
lost in open air,
without a voice or a name.
Now ripening along the edge
where night and silence meet,
it trembles at the tender line
where hush and heartbeat speak.
And ready or not,
it leans to rise,
through seams it cannot stay—
it splits, it slips, it softly spills,
and sings itself awake.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 3:57 PM UTC
I don't care anymore?
I'm not sure yet.
There's still a beat at my core.
Have we ever truly met?
I'm honestly sick
It's deep within my chest
I'm Love Sick
So sorry if I can't be my best
My hearts flame had died
And its gone ice cold
I just need time to apollogize
But every time I'd try it was left untold
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
Always and everywhere,
The man who can speak well holds the power.
And the one who lacks the courage to speak—
Always and everywhere—
Stays lower.
No one knows what he hides from others:
The past,
A future,
Or his own feathers.
A past best left behind,
A future woven with lies,
Or feathers meant to fill the skies.
But what if he finds the courage to speak?
To speak of what was left behind,
To tell a future free of lies,
Or simply—
To fly into the open sky.
May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 4:50 AM UTC
Every woman I have met has a story,
A story that sickens me to my core.
The narrative unfolds,
Like an apple she was to the eyes of the venomous serpent,
The serpent that took its life before it was even ripe.
Though just a bite he took, his toxin wove in too deep.
As she seeks aid, a voice said the harm has been done and time always runs a little too late.
How many of these stories remain untold?
A world filled with serpents and serpents that unfold.
_Laai_
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 11:42 AM UTC
Sometimes it's better to leave the pages BLANK
Sometimes the BEST is to not EXPRESS everything,
Let your emotions be wrapped beneath TRUST
Put your LOVE on the lap of future,
Let it BORN with peace.
Don't sum yourself up in ONE word,
Just LEAVE the pages blank.
Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 1:09 PM UTC
I’ve thought about that so many times before,
An itch on my mind like a scratch on the floor.
I’ve seen my face on other peoples memories,
Boxed away in places just out of reach.
It might be my life but it’s just a figure of speech.
A forgotten fallacy, framed through the ages and found in the back room of an old mans house,
Dust blown, leather cracked and spine broken.
Cracked open in two, bent over a knee and followed by the finger.
Put the red ribbon down and let’s talk it over,
Draw a pretty picture and imagine it again.
Where the wind whistles and the dogs howl like stars in the night.
Piercing the black, thick tar in the sky.
Running over clouds and dripping through my mind, thick like treacle but no half as sweet.
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 6:30 PM UTC
what if I have a little too much Bacardi
and I am stumbling around the party
would you take care of me or use me
would you pull my hair back as I spew out my regrets
watch me undress, caress my silhouette
don’t neglect, blow me like a cigarette
knew since we first met, you rev me up like a corvette
what's next, what's next
every since you step into my life its been just blessed
I confess it's been stressful trying to get a handle
or a grip on you and your fit is so cool
you make me want you, so smooth
you want me to want to do things I don’t usually do
give up the flower as you f*ck me in the shower
never thought I would be like this, you are my weakness
smiling during the fall of the tower
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 2:20 PM UTC
Lilipad ako
Pero hindi dahil sa apoy
Hindi dahil sa kailangan kong lumisan
Hindi para magliwanag ang kalangitan
Hindi para abutin ang buwan
Hindi rin para abutin ang mga tala
Hindi dahil sa'yo
At lalong lalo na—
Hindi para sa'yo.
Lilipad ako kasi gusto ko.
Kasi matagal nang nakatanim ang mga ugat ko sa lupa
At hindi sapat ang lupa para sa mga paang mapaghanap.
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 9:29 AM UTC
A love buried in the depth of the earth
skipping the grave that can be lit up
and the bottom of the sea
water billows out of this abyss
netting the eyeballs of the sky.
Then the bottom of the night
was skipped likewise.
Taring the shades of black
there the moon rolls out
in the enchanting half-light.
So it had to be tucked away
only at the bottom of the earth.
Everything the all-inclusive pi
could pop up from that safe womb there
that carries the weight of the matters
but never shows up an equating pattern!
The nightingale scurries to the red rose
bubbling on the morning tessera
as if it mined out the treasure of the earth!
Oh it doesn't seem to be the only one scorer
upon the rose a mirror is up in the sky
‘Love’ is in the eyes of the sun!
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 10:54 AM UTC
You had no right to talk to me the way you did. No right to take ownership over me.
No right to tell me how to dress or even how to smile,
no right babe you were so sinister and vile. You crossed the line when you told me who I could talk to or what I could say after we were done. You master manipulator and I your puppeteer.
Said you’d always be here but you were the first to run.
You pulled me by the strings of my own heart and you didn’t even care about the hurting that would cause.
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 1:00 PM UTC
poem lines run through my head;
unstructured, barely coherent, contemplative,
they were the words & thoughts left unsaid
this heart bleeds wasted poetries like a thriving captive.
IA
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC
Note well
For this is my time to be who I am
And the danger of looking backward
Is at an end
Don’t harp on about
Alligators, and poisonous lizards
For we are free to be,
Just be
Asterisk, mark my place
And untold stories
Be ******
In the un-telling
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 6:45 AM UTC
The righteous white snow
Covers whispered lies.
But soon...
The gore of falsity
Will redden the surface.
Place your hand
Upon the red snow
To reveal truth untold.
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 8:52 AM UTC
It can be beautifully awful
or awfully beautiful
with so many hurtful memories
and untold stories
but mostly are depressing and
unwanted marks of the past
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 12:28 PM UTC
beneath all the stillness,
is an underlying ache and madness.
IA
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 10:36 PM UTC
The beauty if her voice is all she is
The reason why he calls her “His“
Soon, he’ll be able to call her “mrs”
The beauty of my voice is nothing i am
As soon as I extricate it, everyone seems to decamp
Why is her voice’s beauty so powerful?
I may seem precarious with myself, but it’s all i’ve ever known.
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 12:34 AM UTC
#*Sea waves soar
Gulls dive in for a treat
Triumphant
slowly they flap their wings
Sun at the horizon, its job for the day done
There’s a secret untold
The moon to unfold the stories of the day
In its own light*#
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC
Aagaya hai firse samay wahi
Ab hum sar chupayenge aur kahi
Bichadne ka gham toh hai sahi
Lekin us baat ki himmat nahi
Is gham ko tumse baatenge ab nahi
Tumse Milne ki jasbaat ki hai darr wahi
Bin bataye Hume hai jaana abhi
Humko dhoondte tum aana nahi
Humko dhoondte tum aana nahi
Ab Aagaya hai firse samay wahi...
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC
through your ethereal eyes,
through the greens,
is an untold story,
i shall unfold.
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 5:49 PM UTC
The pain untold -
Widen the hopes,
Hide the dreams and roam
Memories unfold -
Until memories are sold.
To that very one
Far from home.
-- Eleanor
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 1:38 PM UTC
Clock is ticking
Being with you is worth living
You're like scenery, breathtaking
As I see you smile is like an art
A masterpiece in every part
Everyday, you keep me on falling
Clock is ticking
At first I deny it
Still can't say anything
'cos I'm afraid of confessing
If this feelings worth of fighting
Inside of me, I already screaming
Also doubt if it's worth of suffering
Clock is ticking
Our time is running
We're just chill and keep on going
I'm about to say my feelings
But it's too late to say
'cos you found your way
Your way to her that can make your day
It's about time not to say
I'll just keep and let this feeling fades away
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC