Hinaharap, tadhana,
Kinabukasang sino ang maygawa?
Ano nga bang napapaloob,
Sa bugso ng damdaming may kidlat at kulog.

Lahat, balot ng katanungan,
Lahat, di nauunawaan,
Lahat, walang kasiguraduhan,
Mistulang ang lahat pagsisisihan.

Nakakatakot nga namang magkamali,
Mapait, mapupuno ka ng pighati,
Masusugatan, manghihinayang,
Sasabihing “kung di nalang sana nagpakamang-mang”.

Kabalighuan ba ang magbakasakali?
Ang paghingi sa’yong kamay ay isa bang pagkakamali?
Pagmamahal sayo’y di ba nagbunga ng maganda?
Damdamin ko ba’y nagpagulo sa isip mo sinta?

Ikaw ang nakakaalam nyan,
Ikaw, ang iyong puso’t isipan,
Ikaw ang magpapakalma,
Sa unos na kasalukuyang rumaragasa.

The rain smashes against the glass,
Shaking and torturing the transparency,
Craving what lies behind the barrier.
The wind batters continuously,
Threatening to shatter the crystal.
Though its appearance is negligible,
It’s holding back such terrible things,
Staying strong against the great forces of nature.
The glass often goes unnoticed,
Its purpose overlooked and
Taken for granted.
Who knew glass is only noticed
When it’s broken?

Waiting is so hard.                   Love is not                Just the thought
  But I'll spend as much                finding                       of being with
time alone as I have to if          someone to                           you
    that means getting to               live with,                    tomorrow is
       spend the rest                       It's finding               enough to get me
          of my life                      someone you can't          through today.
               with                             live without.
               you.                                                             ­       
                                                         ­                                        I will stop
                                              Mornings would                    missing you
           I want to                       be so much                          when I am
       grow old with                    better if                                   with
         you and be                  I woke up next                            you.
           able to                             to you.
         say that I
       have had an                                                               ­     Your voice
   amazing life with               In case you                                 is my
               you.                        ever foolishly                             favorite
                                                forget: I am                                sound.
                        ­                         never not
       It doesn't                         thinking of
          matter                               you.                                   You stole my
    where I am;                                                              ­           heart, but
     I am yours                         My lips                                I guess I'll let
                                                  miss       ­                                     you
                        ­                          yours                                  ­    keep it.
      Every time                                        You give
I see you I'm more                                    me
    convinced we                                  the kind of                 I am so
         belong                                             feeling               ready for our        
       together.                                      people write                  our
                                      ­                            novels                     future
   Cuddling                                              about.     ­               together.
    with you
   would be                                                              J­on York   2018
      perfect
  right now.

You are like the rarest of metals,
found on Mars.
Bright green and deep purple
Like the most beautiful stars.
The boring affairs on planet Earth,
Left far behind.
Always moving our perception,
changing our states of mind.
Like all lovers,
we pretend the galaxy moves around us.
I'm Homerus and you be my Venus.
Loving you makes inspiration easy,
Maybe thats why i had to write something cheesy.