Di naman sa tamad,
di naman sa lahat,
meron lang talagang subject
na di ko magets.
Nakaka-sad.

Merong subject
na ang sarap tulugan,
yung parang na-overdose ka
sa paglaklak ng sleeping pills.

Meron ding subject
na kung iisipin,
di naman magagamit
sa tunay na buhay.
Pwera na lang sa
"Can you replace my X
without asking Y?"

Merong din yung subject
na terror ang teacher,
kapag naleleksyon,
isang balde ang pawis mo
dahil baka ikaw ang mapagtripan niya,
tapos wala kang maisagot.

Merong din subject na madali lang,
yung akala mo pasado ka na,
pero mali ka!
Dahil pagdating ng exam,
ang hirap ng mga tanong.
Yung feeling mo,
di naman nabanggit sa klase,
kaya ayon! GG!

Pero kahit ano pang reklamo natin,
wala tayong magagawa.
Dapat pag-aralan para di magkaalanganin
sa katapusan ng sem.
Dahil kung di bagsak ang grade mo,
baka DRP o INC naman. Naku po!

As Poets we tend to find beauty in the horrid.
We put fear in love but still
fall for it.
Far from the beauty and the beast
we find beauty in the beast.
Like a double homicide, suicide
And a love letter left behind;
  
"How could you! if I love you even now when I contemplate our deaths I still want to be laid a rest by your side. As for him, his body can burn and be turned to ashes. Or should he be buried in a open casket thirty feet deep so the heat can moist the skin and help it rot  away. The stink for the filth he is. Let the dirt cover up what the worms and the magets will eat. God please for give me for the actions I will shortly take, yet these are not my sins. You showed me the path of peace but today the devil over took me. If you can't find it in you to forgive me then then you're not righteous.  She is my wife and not even in death we'll be apart."

That love is so deep it cut through the skin swift like a samurai sword. No pain as the blood gushed from the neck like it hit a vein. Love so strong it sprung hate... so deep that pierced through the skin with a double edge knife. Not once not twice but thirty-three times as if death was sent by christ. Not one cut was precise.
That's the beauty in poetry
As two body lay a rest
Floor covered in red
Sirens approach
In blood he writes
If Picasso would had never displayed his art the world would had never known him
A bullet in the magnum
As he laid next to his wife
kissed her with trembling lips one last time
Digged the gun deep into his mouth
So far deep he gagged then
plaow.
Last bit of blood splatter

The beauty of love and hate
A poet a artist master-take is finding beauty in death as in life.

24-7  
Heart beating so fast
I'm a need a machine to start keeping up that
Before this knocks me on ***
Gave it my everything
Gave you my all
But you fucjing let me fall
And now  all I can do I ball
Its lkke a ******* haunted hall
Your spirit won't leave me alone
You're the devil
And you're feeding off of me
Jusy let me ******* be
I need to be set free
From my thoughts
From my brain
From my memory
It's eating at me
Like magets on open flesh
There's about to be nothing left
Because you have taken the rest
The rest of me
Can't you see
Do you even care
Or are you just a player
Who thinks he's got smooth air
Your air is polluted
Like the streets in China
Foggy for miles
Can't see a foot in front of you
Yet you tell me you're one of the best
Ha yeah maybe one of the best narcissistic.
That's all you got
Amd the talent to **** peoples hearts minds and spirits right off this earth and into to the dark black underworld of satin himself