"boba" poems
Tahimik at tila nawalan na ng ganang huminga ang mundo
Nakasarado ang mga labing to pero alam kong punong puno
ng mga sigaw
ng mga hagulgol
ng mga mura
na pinipilit na hindi makawala
Dahil alam ko na kahit ang boses ay maubos
hanggang sa tuluyan nang mapaos
Hindi mo pa rin pakikinggan
Dinadaan nalang ang mga sakit na naipon
sa pagsulat sa basang pahinang pinipilit mang pagtagpiin
ay tuluyan nang napupunit
Gawa ng mga luhang kumakawala sa mga matang bulag
Marahang pinapahid dahil sa namamagang pisngi
Katulad ng pag-iibigan natin
Sa pahinang ito
Tuluyan nang nawasak at paunti unti nang naglalaho
Nabura na ang tinta at naging malabo na
ang mga salitang Mahal na mahal kita
Ipipikit nalang ang mga mata para tumigil na
Kasabay ang paghaplos sa nanlalamig na espasyo
Sa bandang kaliwa ng ating kama
Dito dating nakahimlay ang isang nilalang na nagbigay halaga sa kalawakan
Ang nagparamdam ng tunay na kahulugan ng buhay at pagmamahal
Pinapaniwalang ang pag-iibigan ay tunay at magtatagal
Pero mahal
Bakit ang mga halik ay napalitan ng mga mura
Ang mga yakap ay napalitan ng mga sampal
At ang mga matamis na ngiti ay napalitan na ng matalim na mata
Nasaan na ang pinangakong walang hanggan?
Alam ko kung gaano kasakit ang mawalan
Alam ko kung paano mawasak ang mundo ng isang iniwan
Pero alam mo ba kung ano yung pinakamasakit?
Magkatabi tayo at magkadikit ang mga balikat
Walang matitirang espasyo sa gitna dahil sa liit ng higaan
Pero hindi ko maramdaman na nariyan ka
Mali..
Alam kong andiyan ka pero alam ko rin na ang pagmamahal mo ay naglaho na
Sabi nila masakit makita ang mahal **** may kasamang iba
o hanggang kaibigan lang ang tingin niya
o wala na siyang ibang nabanggit kundi ang isang taong ayaw sa kanya
Putang ina
Hindi nila alam na mas masakit ang nararamdaman ng isang tangang katulad ko
Na pinipilit pinapaniwala ang sariling mahal mo pa ako
Mas masakit yun
Mahal hindi mo ba nakikita ang mga mapuputlang labi na minsan mo nang nahagkan?
Hindi mo ba naririnig ang mga hikbi na pinipilit kong itago pero hinihila pa rin palabas ng pighati?
Hindi mo ba nararamdaman kung gaano kita kamahal, kung gaano ako kahangal?
Gusto ko lang naman pakinggan mo ako
Gusto kong malaman mo na ayoko na
Na kahit ayoko na ay ayoko pa
Ayoko pang bumitaw
Dahil natatakot akong maligaw
Sa paniniwalang ang iyong palad ang gabay sa mundo kong minsan nang naging bughaw
Ayoko pang mawalay sayo
Ayoko pang ako’y iwan mo
Tawagin mo na akong tanga, gaga, boba
Pero Mahal kita
Pero Ayoko na
Ayoko na sana
Sana pigilan mo ako sa pagtangka kong pagbitaw
Pigilan mo sa pagsulat muli sa mga basang pahina dahil huli na to
Halikan ang mga nakasaradong labi nang mapalitan ang mga mura ng mahal
Mahal kita
Oo na hanggang sa huli
Kahit matagal nang sinasabi ng mga mata, labi at puso ko
At nakasulat sa huling basang pahina na ito
Na Ayoko pa, mahal ayoko na.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
The Christmas rush has started, and the countdown has begun
Advent doors are opened, but look what you have done
You've ridiculed the Bounty bar, and your spoiling all the fun
Why buy a Celebration, if your not happy after one ?
What's behind the cardboard doors, what did you all expect
A gold ring perhaps, or the keys for a corvette?
Why bother with an advent, when you have no respect
There's no need for chocolate genocide, or coconut neglect
You shouldn't be so outraged, with your Christmas Celebrations
I don't understand the malice, or the advent hesitations
If you don't want a bounty, buy heroes or sensations
It's hardly a matter for Interpol, or the united nations
Celebrations are your choice, there's no cause for your regret
The outcome is quite obvious, why are you so upset
Are the pictures not a clue, to what your gonna get ?
No rarity of Bounty hunters, so don't mess with Boba Fett
Are Maltesers that much lighter, in a Galaxy far away
Maybe you will find Mars, in between the Milky Way
A Twix or Galaxy Caramel, they we're for a different day
But you've dissed your celebrations, and no longer want to play
Some YouTube clips have surfaced, and I have read the blogs
I think it's just pathetic, seeing chocolate thrown down bogs
Your creating your own misery, as well as yule time logs
You won't be very happy, when your toilet blocks and clogs
On day two you still complained, and you wanted to resist
Is that because the chocolate, was not on your Christmas list
Would you be pleased with mistletoe, if you never did get kissed
Christmas spirit has been lost, with your Snickers in a twist
Some people are just morons, that's the message that they've sent
Their expectations are to high, and cruel jokes are never meant
Why is Bounty not as good, to start of an event
A Snickers in your calendar, doesn't mean a ruined advent
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
Many creationists view the duckbilled platypus as an enigma that evolution cannot explain.
Super-Platypus attempts to escape from aliens.
Am I one of yours? Little Platypus?
In August of that year the Submarine Support Depot
platypus debate began.
Out of a large cloth travel bag,
Diana pulled the furry platypus hand puppet
platypus-in-a-can.
Boba Fett told Darth Vader, "As you wish," he was really saying, "I love you."
I took a quiz once that told me I was a platypus in a past life.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
If you're a bird than I'm a stone
You are time & I had to toll
If you are lonely, I am alone
You rock but I don't roll
You are coffee, but I'm not creamer
You're a realist, **** that, I'm a dreamer
You are Han Solo, & I'm Boba Fett
Sometimes I think it'd be better if we never met
I hate you I hate you I hate you
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 6:22 AM UTC
I. Cotton candy streaks painting an indigo sky
Behind streetlights, sitting on a red sidewalk curb,
Next to paper bags of thrifted clothes
With your best friend
Outside a coffee shop
Her laugh on the ride home
Your favorite song on the radio
And she remembers the way back to your house
Without having to ask for your address
II. Eyes closed and
Your heart beating a little bit too fast while
You hope no one notices the way your hands are shaking
As you clench your fingertips down rosewood frets to 9 gauge strings
And pray you hit the right note
The drums behind you to the tap of your foot
Where you can feel the bass from beneath the floor
And the voices singing along
And you think to yourself
that maybe its not magic
But its the closest thing by far
III. Walking what feels like way too far to go to a grocery store
Because there’s nothing to do after school
With your friends
And your backpacks are too heavy and
The road stains your socks because your shoes hurt too much
believe me when I say a gas station sign can look like the gates to heaven
Safeway chicken tenders and boba over bio homework
Sitting on a metal table and waiting for the world to pass by
Or at least until you can drive
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 7:29 PM UTC
When I was younger Nanu
Told me bhoot kahanies of
Treacherous masked nishi
That crept on four long legs
Wreaking havoc among
Peaceful village homes
I sleep with lights on always
Lest the silent boba crept in
In 2001, I discovered bhoot
Wear the mask of friends
With benign, serpentine voices
That sat inside mosques to put
Innocent men in prison and tell
Small children to fear the sky
I sleep with the TV on always
Lest the silent boba crept in
Bhooth walk between us
Tell us to fear each other
Until we cast off our names
Convinced that these are
Weapons waiting to be
Utilized against us.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 4:44 AM UTC
windows up
walls down
in the backseat of her toyota
staring at the green fluorescent car clock
9:37
he looks over his shoulder in the passenger seat,
the boy who could breathe without inhaling
a mere party trick.
i had always wondered what it felt like to be a teen
stupid as is seems
i was sheltered once,
hidden from night rides
obscured from midnight hikes
asleep instead of the early morning mcdonald trips
my friends were more persistent on making me to eat with them
than making me exhale dancing fumes with them.
i only know the double chin grins on our snapchat stories
the rude jokes, the black ripped jeans, and snapbacks
the lime green socks that matched the stair railings
and pink sliders never looked better.
the “6:30” movies (5:30, shhh, my mom can’t know)
and the crinkling of empty water bottles in the backseat
i felt alive tonight,
even through the tough,
sushi stores and reclining movie theaters never felt more like home.
and boba stores that stay open late with neon open signs
welcome us
9:37
the “oH mY gOsH iTs a DoG” screams
the photoshoots with random men wearing fake Coach hats
the posing by wooden desks
the lights that lounge effortlessly above
encaptures our spirits and brighten them
i don’t drink, but they smoke
but tonight, beer can’t buzz us more than boba
and childish giggles escape from my wide smile.
so this is what the lullabies were about
this is what katy perry sang about
this is what i had been waiting for
to experience moments of pure awe and affection for those around me
to see them smile in slow motion when they understand a joke
or react to something
our collective experiences are understood
no words need to be ushered to empathize
as we dress like the night,
we transform into it
the stars flicker for us
the moon gives us her blessing
and the sleeping sun gives us our space
9:37
was meant for us
the clock stops
and time stretches its arms to infinity and beyond
i could live in the frozen frame of this evening
bomber jackets, jean jackets, and tattooed planets
the inside jokes, the enjoyed hoax, our future hopes
they live inside the car clock that reads, in green, 9:37
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
the ghost of our past is all around the city
i miss you as i pass the park
i miss you as i walk the streets
i miss you as i order my drink,
my green apple boba
if i’m unsure of what to get
i’ll always know my green apple boba
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
We were on top of your rooftop, still five inches between us, looking up the sky and fighting the urge to hold hands. I thought of all the things I kept within me.
I didn't even like you, at least that's what I thought.
I didn't like the way my name slips through your tongue or how calming your voice sounds over the phone.
I didn't like our late night conversations about how vast this universe is and how the both of us are mere particles in this world filled with billions, silently in anguish.
I didn't even like our afternoons spent biking around the park, enjoying the breeze and color of fall, our favorite season of all.
I didn't like the way you smile at me whenever I'm being serious, when I'm in this corner contemplating myself, you'll flash that sarcastic smile of yours that makes me want to punch you.
I didn't like the way your palm touches the back of my neck whenever we would kiss,
I didn't like the way you say "I love you", soothing and calming,
I hated myself for never saying it back.
"I love you" you would say
"I know" I'd reply
The truth is that I don't just like you or love you, it's a very shallow way of labeling what I truly feel for you.
My darling, I live for you.
I live for these moments, I live for your smile, your sweetness, and warmness. Even words aren't enough to describe the euphoria that you give me.
You've kept me alive, you're the reason of my every breath,
You're my rock.
And I live for you even when you drive me insane, especially then.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
And as my favorite book says
"“You can be Han Solo, ‘And I’ll be Boba Fett. I’ll cross the sky for you.”
Now we're back on your rooftop, hand in hand, no inches in between.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
Nunca vou pronunciar essas três palavras
Isso não significa que não existam
Mas quando as tento dizer em voz alta
Nada sai dos meus lábios além do ar.
Nunca vou dizer estas três palavras
Decidi fazer disso uma regra
Como Maria Madalena
Não sou uma boba amante.
Nunca vou pronunciar essas três palavras
Mas isso não significa que não seja verdade.
Não vou ficar calada, nunca tenha medo, mas por enquanto,
você não sabe " nada de nada".
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
I found out that Taylor Swift wrote off country music today.
At times I wonder, who do we think we are?
Owner of our own hearts?
Sinkers of ships?
Destroyers of dreams?
Children of destiny?
My name's Monica and I don't own my heart.
I borrowed someone else's though and he's quite kind to mine in return.
I don't sink ships unless I have to and I'd never give up country music no matter who I thought I changed into.
I laugh too loud and I spend too much money of coffee, energy drinks, and boba smoothies.
Honestly, I could use a real makeover.
I try my best not to destroy dreams
but I find myself clinging to the thought of fate and destiny as much as the next cheesy romantic.
I cry too loud, too much and too often.
God has a special place in his heart for people like me.
I crave attention but only sometimes and it's usually accompanied by a dull ache in my chest.
I'll get back to you when I come to a conclusion on what that is.
I don't say "no" to a cold one at the end of a long day.
Sometimes -and this one is embarrassing- I yell back at the guests when they yell at me.
(I may be in customer service, but that doesn't make me a verbal punching bag.)
I've got issues and attitude and an inability to stop putting myself down.
Who do we think we are?
Everyday I change my mind.
But not about country.
Taylor, what were you thinking?
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
I got mocha boba for once
I’ve taken the first step
Thank you for that
Goodbye green apple.
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 11:00 PM UTC
Boba bubbles in our milk tea
Kids in the bathroom getting high
All fashions out in the open
With no dress code to abide
Movies, songs, clothes and parties
"Buy things!" Shout messages to our eyes
Discovering the American ways
From barbecues to facists' ides
Discovering our stance in this world
Making laughter and love on the sly
We'll celebrate our youth as it passes by
Birds of different plumes in an azure sky
Last games with our friends
Before the fall goodbyes
We've got social media on lockdown
Just until our working times
We campaign for people and our earth
Each day we hear more lies
Letting our voices ring out
Under the endless sky
In the summer heat we stroll
Every now and then ducking inside
Most of the prep work is already done
But some college calls still lie to the side
Each day each nation's dystopia grows
And the resistance comes up on the rise
For change, youth, and play are all rising high
In the bright, hot summer sky
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
Peel me like an orange, layer by layer.
Slurp me like iced tea with boba's gentle tap,
Sniff my skin like roses in the morning dew.
Consume me like ripe mangoes and olives, a blissful thrill,
Heal me like a whispered promise, a gentle, loving pill.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC
inhale, exhale.
close your eyes, and count the beats of your heart
imagine.
imagine that you're far away on a secluded island
imagine that you're floating on air
imagine that you're sleeping on a cloud
imagine you're on a calm beach, waves slow to fall
inhale, exhale.
close you eyes, and count the beats of your heart
dream.
dream that you're laying down in a nice flower field
with a special someone ;)
dream that you and your friends are biking fast
down the city on a warm summer's night
dream that you're having some boba with your friends
on a nice strawberry-sky afternoon on a rooftop
inhale, exhale.
close you eyes, and count the beats of your heart
breathe.
breathe and just keep breathing
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 8:57 PM UTC
I think of your smile
I think of your jokes
I think of your soft brown hair
I think of your sparkling eyes
I think of the way you wear your jacket
I think of the time when you first came over to talk to me
I think of the time we first sat beside each other
I think of the time we shared boba
I think of the time you brought me home
I think of the time you kept trying to talk to me
I think of the time you try to come near me
I think of the time I've waited around for you after work
I think of the time we messaged each other
I think of the movie we watched together
I think of the pizza we ate
I think of the time we talked about sports
I think of the time when I met your parents
I think of the time you first held my hand
I think of the time you picked me up when I fell
I think of the way you laugh
I think of the way you kissed me
I think of us
I think of what we could've been
I think of you when I listen to music
I think of you when I watch tv shows and movies
I think of the hugs you'd give me at my front door
I think of the way you looked at me when I left
I think of our conversations
I think of the trips we've planned
I think of the time when we were vulnerable
I think of the way you made my heart flutter
I think of the way you made my blood rush
I think of the way sparks flew when we touched
I think of you when I'm about to leave the house
I think of you when I look up at the stars
I think of you when I play the piano
I think of you when I exercise
I think of you when I wake up
I think of you when I cook pasta like how I did for you
I think of you while putting on my make-up
I think of you when I'm about to pray
I think of you before I go to bed
I think of you even if I don't want to
I think I'm not over you.
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
kursi panjang atau sofa panjang?
lebih ke kursi panjang deh, tidak empuk soalnya
tapi masih nyaman
sembari ditemani kamu dan boba
dari pagi sampai petang
masih betah saja berbicara
tetapi kamu teringat kewajiban
sudah lewat ashar, hampir magrib
lalu segera kamu pamit, takut ketinggalan
lalu punggungmu adalah hal yang kulihat terakhir kali
terimakasih, dan maaf ya
dari aku yang melamun dan menimbun banyak pertanyaan
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
wanna go have an unhealthy amount of boba and cake
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 9:47 PM UTC
Maple syrup, two pancakes and grossly made hashbrowns...
you forever have a place in this life as a friend,
and a place in my heart.
for without you,
I wouldnt be as strong as I am nor be as wise.
I wouldnt be spending 50 bucks a month for confidence nor going out for our dates? coffee breaks from the world
Chai milk tea, boba of some sort, and you...
you changed me for the better, y/n
this might have been made on the fly and im tired as hell
i wanted you to understand that,
this big ol heart of mine,
cares more than you can dream
and loves you more than you can imagine...
Jun 12, 2022
Jun 12, 2022 at 8:33 AM UTC
Stuck here memorizing lines.
Lies
That i will tell the guy in the chair
Every moment watching me
Judging me
Waiting for a slip up or a pickup or a step down like a hellhound
When did seeing become so different
So what we see does it actually matter when all of these people tell a million lies just to flatter the guy in the chair
He's still watching me
I'm too young for this
It's not worth the boba
But lonesome people don't change their favorite color to green like the rest of us
I like pink
And to think without a second thought i can think
Whos illusion do i have to see through?
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 11:49 PM UTC