i ought not to worry
about the time i've wasted away
because i know fate
will treat me right someday.
she will bring me someone special -
the person who's gonna stay,
and make everything better
when skies turn gray.

because "hold your faith; trust your travels,
all things good, will soon unravel. " was what she said.

(your eyes are like
the meadow blades,
just one look,
a stroke with an idle hand,
gives my heart her pounding,
has blood running from the cuts wide open.)

it's a tender delirium;
when you sway
to the beat of your rhythm
when you pass my way.
cause even after all this time,
my feelings have never waned,
i still want to make you mine,
​even though its the otherwise i've feigned.
so tell me how do i make known
of this love i found
cause you've already had me dethroned
and ready to drown.

i'll chase the dreams that are part of my control,
and live the rest on fate's parole.
-
i am beyond what
i've perceived of me.
i just have to keep my eyes shut
and complete my journey.
the path ahead lies
my destiny
and i will rise
in order to be free.
-

a beast is this abyss,
for I have learned that I can't be as I please,
even if I religiously made a wish.

to be separated by a force unknown
from the lover I wish to call my home -
this is not the kind of pain I wish to make me moan,
not the feeling I want to experience with chills inside my bones.

"tick tock" goes the clock
and step-by-step we have walked.
i could've held you longer,
but it would only make my resolve weaker.
know that with every goodbye,
a part of me is stolen
but yours shall be the reason why,
i'll always remain broken.
i love you -
i really did once.
but i'm sorry -
​things changed in the last few months.
call it bad timing,
but still, it dictates everything -
could you have loved me sooner,
we'd be living our happily ever after.
but too late was the day,
you chose to say
what you've been feeling all this time,  
and now, we're past our prime.

one.
pick a path and start your stride,
don't become the victim of your pride.
live life knowing you've walked the lines,
and satisfaction to always be termed "mine".

two.
keep it simple, take it slow.
if you want her, then don't let her go.
just say the words and she will know
how you've appeared to melt her kingdom's snow.

three.
learn your words and choose them well,
for tables turned and bridges fell,
from these simple letters we've used to spell.

four.
think wisely, feel strongly,
build a home where you are caressed softly -
always surround yourself with people you can call family.

five.
at every corner, at every turn,
give yourself the credit you have earned.
have a little break, take a deeper breath,
you have travelled a long way
and you should be proud of that.

strong tidal waves
   i plunged into an abyss beyond hope
a horizon out of reach
  i looked for you even when my eyes were closed
lighthouse beyond the darkness
  you were there even when i didn't want you to be
storm clouds fulfil the thirst
  you taught me that tears could make a cup of tea
ice caps threatened the earth
  my friends told me to look away even when they knew i can't
rocks beneath begin to move
  my affections ought never to have won
water begins to consume all they could
  we was never a word to be heard
everything is blue
  our stories were meant to hurt

/dʌɪv/
[verb]
(the act of simply jumping straight into someone without considering the effects of it, ​nor understanding who the person really is.)

and you remind me of
the moments,
as i read poetry,
the times where i
dive head first
into the unknown -
drowning myself in the
whirlpool of thoughts
belonging to
someone else and somehow,
relating them all to myself.
its also the
sense of comfort,
when i only focus on the
beauty of the melodies,
overlooking the tenderness
of certain details
as they convey a different meaning,
forgetting to consider
the sadness,
the human
hidden underneath.
its precisely so
that you became my poetry,
the one who had me hooked
with the remix of his dictionary -
the rhyming words that made me forget
to look beyond the facade
​he has written for me to read.

affections are not mine to give
for in love i do not believe
but my heart has made reason foe
and i am afraid that this will not go
recant the curse you laced in your gaze
and let me return to my earthly ways
with forgiveness in jealousy
that once consumed
and only the memory of the man
who would have me wound

poetry does not reflect truth
it is but a painting of one's thoughts
conceived by the emotions one feels
obstinately devoid of accuracy
but filled with tender authenticity

poetry does not reflect truth
it is but a flowing river of reveries
where reality transcends the realms
and chase the light of possibilities
with the particular intent of pleasing

poetry does not reflect truth
it is but a manifestation
of abstractions concerning itself
with various human themes
and the need to feel

i have been searching everywhere
for the reasons why things are so
forgetting to look inside myself
for all the answers i need before i grow

there is a certain familiarity
in picking up my skirt
and drifting with the wind

but i choose to forsake the tide
if it only brings forth dirt
and everything mean

i have been searching everywhere
for the reasons why things are so
forcefully believing that
crowded places can ever be home
​
but some words must be spoken
​in order to feel whole