Your flowers of May
     are not as enticing
     as those of my January.

It knows
    no domain, no!

How dare you
Stereotype girls
As worthy of a bouquet
And not
How dare you
Imply that
You were not to be seen
With her in public
Was she a monster, a ghost
Or something else?
Was she ugly or what?
Maybe she wasn't as pretty
As those girls
You've been following on Facebook
Liking their profile pictures
Every time they make updates
Or that ******* the wallpaper
Of your phone
Or that girl you've always been dying for
To be your girlfriend
Who looked so much like
That teen star on TV.
How dare you
Tell her you loved her
Call her baby
When all you did in the end
Was left her
For another girl
Who now bears your future baby
How dare you
Drive her home after work
For a week or two
Ask her if she still loves you
Because you think you are still
In love with her
But then after a month
You're with another girl
Took pictures on that
Famous hilltop
Then said she was just a fling
How dare you
Read her poems
Make her believe
You admired her poetry
But all you did
Was get this idea
And tried writing a poem
For another girl you courted
How dare you
Demand for her time
When you were so bored
Of all of your free time
And all she did
Was to free her me time
Just to compromise
How dare you
Tell her you feel the same
When all she supposedly
Wanted was to be just friends
But you hid from her
That you already have your own girl
How dare you
Dare me
Was I a fool
When all I thought
That love
Was the most beautiful feeling?
How dare I?

How well did you
   bring in some kind
   of sweet sorcery?
That one of a kind
   which drifted
   my soul
   towards yours.

How well did you
    unconsciously paint in
    some kind of magical hue?
That one of a kind
    which decorated
    a rainbow
    to this seemingly
    real-time inferno.

How well did you
    create in some kind
    of spring wonderland?
That one of a kind
   which woke up
   the lifeless butterflies
   in my stomach
   to take off for
   its next flight
   but never in solos.

But how well did you
   come from the stars?
Those stars
   which I still couldn’t
    fathom further into constellations.

And somehow,
   you did calm
   my wildest
   wandering thoughts
Reunited
   my scattered love visions

do not show me love
in ways that you only know
ask me and i'll tell you how

He's
    electricity
       running
          through
             my
                soul.

He knew you were brittle so he broke you.*

After endlessly hitting the fire alarm button, out of panic he successfully destroyed the extinguisher's case. His adrenaline came rushing in as if he were Superman. He knew that you have been protecting that weapon a long time ago. But, he knew more than you do that you must subside for a while so he would try to put out the dangerous flame inside you even if it means breaking you.

maybe the women
in my neighborhood
only knew panic
and outbursts
when situations
feel worse than ever
while i've been
teaching myself
how to be nonchalant,
i'm acting chill
on the outside
but my mind
has been drawing
maps and trails
on how i should get there,
the easiest and safest
route to meet you halfway

are you even tastier
than coffee
that i crave for you
even on nights
that i'm widely
awake?

I didn't want you to know how much I wanted you so I kept writing poems about you, put them in a box, buried it at the backyard near the mango tree where I carved your name. And, I left you a note during my last visit.*

I was rocking my chair there at  the front porch cuddling my kitties like an eighty-year-old lady was supposed to be on a sunny afternoon. Then there's this little boy (who looked so much like you when you used  to be kid with chubby cheeks on a picture in a frame hanged from your living room wall) who never stopped nagging me about those letters in a box he found at the backyard.

I shut my door and wiped my floor
I hear the sound of the wailing horns
The day is gone, the night is cold
I close my eyes, my heart is torn

I open my window
The world is quiet and slow
I bow down my head
Trying to figure out
When will this end?

I scream at the top of my lungs
But my voice is so small
No one can hear a thing
I cannot breathe anymore

I cannot move my feet
Paralyzed and masked
From the truth
With sweat, my body is soaked

I cry my heart out
This could get worse
But how will it heal
I watch the sky, and it was never a lie

"i heard a new song from the radio
while driving home," she said;
"what are you waiting for, let's check it out," he replied.

Don't try to make me wait
In the cold dark night
I am my own ray of light
You will melt like snow
You're an awkward firefly
Losing its glow.

Memories,
Nothing but just an old trick.
The past,
Crammed with both agony and fear
Dignity is condemned from the outwitted.

Memories,
Nothing but just a recurring nightmare.
The future,
Hindered by unresolved guilt and shame.
Misfortune shadows the pessimistic soul.

Memories.
Everything that tells your history.
The present,
Judged by the notorious in disguise.
Faith is your only guidance this time.

there are some nights
when you can’t be asleep
you’re out there partying with your friends
sipping every glass of champagne
jiving to the echoing soundboxes
owning the floor, like a dancing queen
and then, there are also nights
when you should be asleep but you aren’t
you’re there on the cold **** floor
thinking all of the crazy stuff you did last summer
sipping the bottle of beer from the fridge
listening to the cringey music
from the old record player
occasionally tiptoeing,
as if waltzing with an imaginary partner
and finally, there are nights
when no matter how hard you try to sleep
for no reason your eyelids won't heed
you stare through the dark night, across the ceiling
maybe, somehow, you’re awake in someone else's dream
he kept saying your name, whispers in the thin air
and then you sigh, “oh please, let me sleep.”

As the skyline alters its guise
From the lively azure
To an idle whitish hue
Which ended into
A mournful shade of gray
Like the shade in films of retros.

A frightening sound,
A roar from an angry beast echoed
After every glowing zigzagged lines
Which I thought he drew.

Louder it went
Like drum rolls
Of an ill-staged concerto,
But uglier it turned into.

Haunted, I cupped my hands on both ears
Crept under the covers
And wished it all away.

run, baby let's run
one, two one four
new romantics, you and i
escape this town now
leave all the worries behind.

I am air
You are fire
Careful, careful
I come over unannounced.

There's a kind of love
that lets you risk
everything.
And, you'll know it
when you finally
meet it.
This kind of love
can move mountains
and cross the oceans.
This kind of love
is something
worthy to
die for.
Everybody
tells you
it's wrong,
even the whole world
is against you.
It may be
too difficult
at first,
but there he is,
Romeo is fighting
for his Juliet.

the stars have pretty much aligned
when my manifestations did work,
a year ago, i scribbled your name
nine times across a blank page
sending you vibrations that i still exist;

now, mercury is in retrograde
i’ve stopped asking for signs over the weekend
a year later, more than nine, a hundred times
your name appears on my phone screen,
stalling, i'm just staying still
send me a text and let me know if in my life
you still want to exist.

they say what you see is what you get
but what if the walls were built too high,
what would you do to see what's inside?

I found you
    beneath my wings
    as I soared against
    the tricky wind.

I met you
    when our whispers
    seemed to harmonize
    with broken strings.

I spoke to you
    like I've known you
    for a century
    or two.

I wrote for you
    in words
    to be read
    between lines
    with rhymes.

there’s no need to unfold
the sentences that
our mouths wish
to speak;
we can sit there in silence,
stare into space;
the peace and the quiet,
your presence
perfectly fit,
soothing me
beyond limits.

Your tan skin
and your curly hair,
I miss
the tingling sensation
they create.

Your eyes
and the curve of your lashes
as they gently pull down
every time
my palm touches
your cheeks.

Your hands
and your fingertips
warmth mine
when you wrap
them around.

Your green
or blue-green shirt,
I think you have one
because green
used to be our favorite.

Your red sneakers
that you often wear
and the way you walk
along the corner.

Your big bike,
the highway,
the rain,
the passing vehicles,
the cold wind
and the drive home.

Your bonnet,
that grey
with zebra-like skin weave
that perfectly suits on you
because you love bonnets
and I think I love bonnets too.

Your guitar
which you and I
both had it played
on the third of the first month
when we’re on the seaside
and it was a Friday
and it was your birthday
in particular.

And I did sing you happy birthday twice,
first over the phone
in the middle of the night
and second on the seaside.

And then, we kissed
and we laughed
and we told each other’s story
of how we fell in love
and I said,
“If ever you break my heart,
I will close my door to anyone.”

So that would mean you’ll be my last
but my tongue is of a fortune-teller
and what’s going on so far?

I'm trying to be real
But you wanted me fake
So let's go on pretending.

remember all the ride home,
i’m behind you, looking up at the skies
trying to hide all the feelings inside,
trying to utter a sound,
trying to get a grip of what should be
in store for us;

remember all the sneaking out,
i wait for you, or sometimes you wait for me
trying to stay dead silent as possible,
trying to pretend we don’t exist,
trying to be real for you, but you never
want me to;

remember all the sneaking in,
your face at the front door, mine pretentious
trying to be awake ‘til midnight,
trying to keep you in my sight, but you let loose
of this thread i’m binding you;

remember all you did, and you said,
just want to forget, just want this to end
trying to dump all the thoughts i had about you,
trying to not to hold on anymore,
trying to remember what it was without you,
so then i could be brand new.

I keep secrets
I hide pain
I bleed silently
I die each day
Nobody asks if I'm okay
I cast perfect pretense
I curse
I plan revenge
I smile
I'm born again the next day.

i used to find escape
laughing at your inside jokes
occasionally glancing at the long roads
while we're driving 'round town;
and now, i'm not in the right headspace
you're still filling up my senses.