Dusk to dawn, you keep draining me,
Chug me up till I’m the whiskey you need.  
I don’t smoke, but I crave cigarettes after ***,  
Smoke then ****—what’s coming next? 
 
But darling, keep it just between us—because secrets are sweeter when I don't kiss and tell.
Baby, you know I can't control this feeling, but I just want to keep it to myself instead.

**** my soul the way you lick my body,
Kiss the **** out of me, I miss your fire.  
The smell of your sweater fuels my desire.  
When I wear oversized tees, I feel your trace,  
Like your touch still lingers, leaving its place.  

It is making you cry every time
You give your love to me this way.  
Saying you’d wait for me to stay,  
I know it hurts you, but it tastes like pleasure in pain.  

And I’m kissing you, lying in my room,
Holding you until you fall asleep.  
And it’s just as good as I knew it would be,  
Stay with me—I don’t want you to leave.  

You intoxicated me with your love so true,
I fall deep into the rabbit hole with you.  
I fall upside down, not on my knees,  
But begging silently for moments like these.  

I might like it oversized on me, 
But underneath, it’s your hands I need.  
Come and be my pillow, soft and true,  
You look so tired, let me baby you.  

In this vanilla twilight beneath pale skies,
Drop-dead gorgeous, you ignite my highs.  
So hot, I needed an espresso shot,  
You’re my craving—are you feeling what I’ve got?    

I’ll touch myself, but no, it’s not the same, 
I love when your arms play their claiming game.  
You’re **** in person, but do you miss me too?  
Does my body haunt the best of you?  

Are you happy? Or does longing remain?
I’ll hold you close, let’s burn in this flame.

Guess who's back, back again?
(snitch is back, snitch is back)
I've created a monster inside of me
no longer the pretty, petty and kind girl
I am tired from all of the drama
It's been distracting me, non-stop now
In oceans deep, I will not curse you
but I hope you drown, *****
When oceans rise, like lion roaring
You were the prey, he will devour
God knows and sees my pain, I know
you've been in pain too
but I can't stand your scandalous deals
bruh, "you are educated but scandalous at the same time"
I looked up to you, treated you as the G.O.A.T
but nah, instead, you are the literal goat
The scapegoat.
believed you were saved by a handkerchief with Latin prayers
you sold your soul to the devil
now you can't see me eye to eye
strongly believed, you did had a faith in the eye of Horus
but never believed in the power of our God, our personal savior and creator
you were dark, I was bright and pure
forgiven, point taken.
but i never forgot, honey
I do forgive, but what you did is never forgotten.

So, everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
listen now to what I am about to say

Snitch is back, *****
She rose form the grave
she never sleeps in hay day
and even back at night too.
black candles, lit
black and red roses, petals on the floor
caskets opened, unburied body
dead or alive
I never cared less of what I should be caring for

"Did you know someone told me?
A friend of mine said... Do you know about so-and-so?"

You know what? I don’t care.

Before you assume I’m the person they talk about, ask me first. Confirm it with me— whether it’s true or not.

Girl, if you don’t want people thinking your character’s cheap, don’t be a backstabber. Don’t be a gossip. Stop spreading lies that aren’t even true.


If you think you gained something from my life, then sana all. Should I start handing out study guides and questionnaires? You seem to know so much—almost tempting enough to knock you down a peg.

And for those still clueless about their own lives, just ask your neighborhood gossip. They always know more than you do.

You are my favorite feeling
That feeling I'm longing to find
You're that feeling I'm missing
That feeling I'll never leave behind

I have come a long way just to find you
I have gone too far cause you're always on my mind
I hope you'll meet me halfway
And I'll wait for you along the way

I'll never want to forsake you
Cause you're impossible to find

If fate and time will only be by our side
My love for you will never be denied
If you'd only let me love you
Baby, I won't let go of you

You are all the thoughts in my head
And all the love in my heart
Baby, I'm yours for eternity
And you're mine for infinity

Ooh, you're always in my head
And you have forever owned my heart

Thank God, I have already found you
Thank God, you’re already mine to keep
Oh, you’re that man I’d always wanted to keep
Cause you are my answered prayer

Thank God, I already found you
And finally, I already have you
I already had someone to call my own
And I will never be forever alone

Come with me where dreams are born
And time is never planned
Come with me where our love is born
And our future is long planned

Take my hand
Yes, I'll take you to Wonderland
Take my hand
Since you're here with me in Neverland

Baby, you may not know it yet
But I have already loved you
Ooh, I already did the first time we met
Yeah, I do love you, love you, oh

We can make it through the test of time
You and me against all odds
As long as you’re here with me
Our future is secured and long planned

For more moments and years to come
You are the one I want to share my life with
For more ups and downs to come
You’re the one I want to build my home with

You will always be my favorite feeling
That feeling I'm always missing

I know someone—a human, yet she moves like a wiretapper.
She hears everything, spinning stories from words never spoken.
Even her son is helpless—
A spoiled brat, untouched by the struggles of life.

She is just my granny’s nanny,
Yet she acts like she owns the place,
Always feeling at home—
As if she were part of the family.

But she shattered my trust,
Weaving lies from thin air,
Telling stories that were never true,
Never with proof, yet full of accusations—
Claiming she saw me steal food or worse,
When in truth, she only saw what she wanted to.

I can't even look her in the eyes,
Not after seeing her for what she truly is—
An untrustworthy woman,
Driven by strange ambitions,
Spinning webs of deception,
As if lies could build her a throne.

And yet, as time moves forward,
May karma write the final chapter,
For even bad bunnies cannot outrun
The shadows they cast on others.

Meanwhile, the mouse is off in the USA,
Living the easy life, carefree and idle,
Leeching off a spouse
Already burdened by depression.

While we, on the other hand,
Struggle to care for our grandmother,
As my mother loses sleep,
Worrying over how to stretch her pension,
While they look down on us,
Hoping we’ll just give up and leave.

Trained to be insane—
or just desperate to be the same?
Either way, darling,
I don't spar with egos or chase small minds.

Never argue with a fool—
they’ll drag you down,
make your blood boil,
and call it a debate.

But oh, the peace—
when the toxic ones go silent.
Like the trash
took itself out.

Weak souls spread whispers.
Foolish ones believe them.
But your opinion?
That’s not my reality.

This is my life.
My rules.
My terms.
Not yours to rewrite.

I noticed everything.
Every shift, every slight.
But I stayed silent—
because the noise
after my quiet
said more than enough.

imbecile, corrupted minds
who would have thought
my poems are filled with rage
others might thought I had a mood swing
no, actually.

I just love to roast the people I hate.
because when I directly tell them what I feel
they might not take it
feeble minded, I was flabbergasted
what an obnoxious foul smell mouth
Intoxicated mind from overthinking over nonsense things
perhaps not.

we transferred houses, I was a missing in action, for the eyesore sight of my enemies
but you, oh honey, is a no permanent address
plastic people, ready to be burned
their bodies walk forward, but their mindset thinks backwards
their souls moonwalk, now you only realize our worth
when we are gone, not out of sight, not out of touch anymore.

because you are like a tin can, empty
like your mind, brain dead
never fool, never idolize
your money may be much, but your time is running out.
not because you are rich, does not mean you can buy manners everywhere
sweetie, manners cannot be bought like expensive things
learn to know the difference.

At exactly three AM of VI/X/XXXV— it was a decision I made that changed my life. A rash decision based on what I wanted to feel at that time.

This was the hardest story I could ever tell the world—about what really happened to me. It was an awareness, that we have to be very careful who we chose to welcome in our life.

Everyone can be our friend—male or female, regardless of what gender. But some men, though I do not overgeneralize the fact, that my perpetrator is a male. A xxv-year old male, never attractive or my type—but he was a corrupting minor.

I was only XV at that time, maybe what made me drawn to him, was how he saw me regardless of how invisible I was in the eyes of others. I love the attention he gave me. The time he spend with me. But I was not his and he was not mine as well.

For some, it was an eye-opener but for some it was grief.
That nightmare I experienced, I hope it was only a dream that when you wake up it was no longer there;
But, that was not the case, at all.

He left me a scar that took me forever to heal, a trauma I cannot get rid of. I struggle to trust people's intentions. I judge people easily when someone wants to come into my life. I questioned God from before, I even questioned my identity.

Will someone love me or accept me? I felt so ***** at that time. Everytime I look at myself in the mirror, I look like I was too transparent for everyone to see when they look at me.

When someone talks behind my back, I became anxious.
My therapist diagnosed me of having Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PSTD) because even in my dreams, he visited me.

To the old me, back in XXXXXV—I am sorry that I caused you too much pain. You struggled on your own. You became home-schooled, faced the challenges on your own, sent away by your parents for a rehab, you learned how to become an independent person. You found your way through Poetry, you opened your old wounds for people to look at, not being judged.

To the young and naive you, thank you for being brave. For facing your problems on your own. Thank you for molding me into what I am today. I hope your inner child is healed already, because you were forced that at such a young age, your mother believed that "Maturity comes with age" but you realized that "Maturity depends on the kind of experience you had."

To the new me, you can smile and laugh now, for you have been freed—not by kindness, but by years of forgiveness and repentance. Let go of things that we cannot control or hold dear of. Life is always like that, very unpredictable and chaotic—but it is very pleasing to live a good life despite of its chaotic measures.

---_yndn.

There is always a different side to every story
But this one's an interesting history
This story was no allegory
But a fact-based tell-tale to tell up until century

It was made up by these maritesses
Feeling inspectors, judges and witnesses
As if, they saw the scene of the crime
Blabbering about nonsense things at that time

Just like the issues fade, people fade
It might take us all in a decade
But they revealed everything
And it gets interesting

We go round in circles blaming everyone
Some scattered hearsays and hoaxes are on the run
Trying to please everyone
That ***** sure had a lot of fun

Who among these people are deserving to be blamed?
Yet, we can't even point fingers or name names
How about a rain check on the situation
Let's ask her for her true intentions

Now you try to walk around losing your head
I heard, the devil is off with your head
But have you seen your head in that silver platter
There's no need to flatter

Now you're everyone's talk of the town
All of the rumors were spread in your town
You let everyone down
In your sorrows, you drown

Well, let me tell you the story of the couple from *
I know you were either interested or intrigued to hear it too

Little did everyone know
She felt guilty, went to his grave and pleaded to him to forgive her
The deceased's kin were too angry to face her
Vengeance will be served, and so is justice too
Karma is already on the upper hand's menu

Moments are capsulized that turned into memory
A congratulatory address turned into an unforgettable eulogy
Beauty sleeps turned into "in the loving memory"

Even my wounds that cut so deep can’t be healed by a band-aid
**** up and forget the promenade
Let me take you somewhere to juggernaut down memory lane
Every grain, every salt, you’re no saint

You’re the mastermind of everything
Every time the pendulum swings
Karma is already knocking on your door
I hope you rot in hell, down to the core

Time flies by so fast, the moment you broke his wings
He can no longer fly away with his broken wings
Sometimes clock ticks’ life away
Whenever we were unaware, it goes to waste or fly away

By the way, orange shirt suits you.
Being behind bars is one of the things I like to see you in.

you know what's fun?
roast people using poetry
no pun intended, no revenge included
just pure wordplay
I like how they boil their blood at me
you deserve it,
I could only care less.
I could do so much more
It was like my mind was an abyss of words that cannot stop overflowing like a waterfall
and my ideas keep on coming nonstop.
I love to roast the people I hate, especially my enemy,

And you cannot stop me

(Written in diabolical red ink)

why did I bother coming home
when my home was not considered
a house to live in anymore
It was like a ticket all the way to hell
Why don't you hold her hand and not mine
I was drowned at sea, I should have died instead.
Why am I still here?
Wrapped in cords of machines and popping pills
Just to keep me alive.

Why do people sometimes mistook kindness and friendliness to flirting?
People already assume I like them or if I have romantic feelings towards them. But no.
Do not give people the wrong idea just because you are kind to them, make it clear, "I do not like you as someone romantically."

It’s hard when you’re not close with your parents.
Because when they’re angry at you, there’s no one you can turn to.
I’ve mastered the art of crying silently — no voice to be heard, only the tears falling.
And with the blackout, no one can see me in the dark.
You can’t even hear me breathing, because I hold it back.
I’m used to it now.
What hurts even more is when you’re praying, and the tears fall before you can even speak the prayer.