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1.5k · Mar 2016
Ken
Ysabel Cruz Mar 2016
Ken
Until when do we,
have to hide away?
All we do is chase the day.
Do we stay or flee?

Farther we inch apart
to places we've never touch.
****, I will miss so much
the things we did at heart.

I'm indefinitely impatient
and you were inevitably,
indefinitely,
complacent.

How could it all end?
Two years of this.
All I wanted was your kiss.
But to you I'm just a friend.

It hurts to see.
You caught up,
while I was your backup.
I hated it. I didn't agree.
To the same boy my heart opened to that later on took it away from me. I wish it back.
1.3k · Oct 2016
Waves
Ysabel Cruz Oct 2016
You never really know what’s coming,
a small wave, a big one.
Life is surprising,
because someone came along.

With every crash of a wave,
the stress is washed away.
Every minute spent with you,
I have faced the earth, brave.

The day arrived when I had to wear my veil,
a beautiful white lace of purity.
This day embarks us to set sail,
of our moments of gentle charity.

It may be inevitable,
for the high tides to drown us away.
Let’s not make our impulses irrevocable.
Together we can fight the days of gray.

Waves don’t die,
same as my love for you.
Look at the sky,
the stars shine for me and you.
A poem I wrote for the 50th anniversary of my grandparents.
1.1k · Apr 2016
Redamancy
Ysabel Cruz Apr 2016
It is the feeling when you receive a cup of coffee to calm your nerves.
It is the feeling when you breathe in the musky smell of the ocean.
It is the feeling when drops of rain touch your skin, your lips, your fingertips.
It is the feeling when you take a photo and see the beauty of it.
It is the feeling when you venture through the forest.

It is the feeling when you have a love returned in full,
redamancy.
(n.) a love returned in full
947 · Mar 2016
23:56, 01/30/16
Ysabel Cruz Mar 2016
My heart beat like a drum
endlessly falling for you.
I licked my lips of colored plum,
hoping it will touch yours too.

You held me like I was yours,  
and it meant that you were mine.
It was a night like no other,
a feeling of cloud nine.

Your left hand wrapped upon my right.
Your right hand on my immobile arm.
I held on to you too tight
hoping that it will be no harm.

It was a feeling like no other
to finally feel loved.
Fortuitously slept, rather
than talking to my beloved.
A car ride with a boy that my heart opened to.
819 · Jun 2016
The Metaphor of You
Ysabel Cruz Jun 2016
The clock has run out of hours.
The ocean was beckoned by Poseidon.
The torn plucked berries of poison.
I was never going to be yours.

The gravity kept us grounded.
The roses bloomed till its death.
The clouds had finally wept.
*I was left wounded.
692 · Mar 2016
Mistake
Ysabel Cruz Mar 2016
You chose her
A heart was broken
Two eyes blur
A dream was not woken

"I wanted you."
*******
All alone in the skies of blue
Was it all a skit?

'Her' didn't want you at all
You have no one but an empty space
Now who is standing tall?
To me, you are just a familiar face
Goodbye ******* :-)
653 · Mar 2016
A Messed Up Mind
Ysabel Cruz Mar 2016
I am haunted by a past,
full of nightmares and a gun shot,
a melancholy day,
a restless night.

To when will I be,
at a place of a new me.
Here I am again.
Lost and never found.

I thought I was fine.
Little did I know
that I was wrong to say.
I was never fine.

A home is where
your undying heart stays.
I lost my home.
All I have is a place to live.

Every hour I am awake
at a place not a home.
I turn inevitably insane
like a gun unready to aim.

I am all alone.
Not a single one
can interpret what I feel.
Moreover, I am the black sheep.

Do I get to keep who I am?
NO--I can't.
I am limited to what I need.
How can I be better?

A water pipe that has a hole
can be fixed with a bit of tape.
However, it is never fixed
only pretending to be fixed --covered.

I was never fixed.
I was only pretending to be.
It's been a year,
and yet I am found at a grave.

Friends help.
Family don't.
I though we'd go as one
to overcome.

No one is listening.
I am watched over by
a ghost of
---nothing.
640 · Jun 2016
Pattern
Ysabel Cruz Jun 2016
A common regularity,
far from a classic rarity.
Painted streaks of words,
in a monotone minor of thirds.

A repetition of strokes in action,
unaware of the situation.
Beautiful abstractions,
of created translations.

No words of assurance,
could explain the abrupt piece,
destroyed for insurance.
A beautiful disaster to release.
You were a pattern in my life. You were present then absent and again and again. Now I am letting you go to keep my sanity intact.
628 · May 2017
Goodbye
Ysabel Cruz May 2017
We were never an inch
closer; to what could have been.
A repetitive game of trying to reach
Is it my fault I spread myself too thin?

A close second to be yours
Thinking all the spaces were filled
You got me for two years,
all locked up and unfulfilled.

Done crossing the finished line
Came in last and unsurprised
You were never mine.
I went home with no prize.
This time I'm more certain of letting you go.
623 · Apr 2017
Human
Ysabel Cruz Apr 2017
It has arrived at last
where my heart is never wandering
of the time another heart beats
It is not functioning yet pumping

The neurons in my brain
they never electrify anymore
It was too felt: the pain
The stigma now invisible

Air is now only drawn for
a pair of lungs that are mine
breathing for less not more
The O2 was unassigned
Goodbye Ken. It is finally time for me to let you go.
588 · Nov 2017
To my best friend,
Ysabel Cruz Nov 2017
legality is yours to conquer
with me or not
you, you have the power
never forget me in your thoughts
because time did not allow us to be together
happy birthday, laters
522 · Jan 2018
You are the sun.
Ysabel Cruz Jan 2018
"I don't know who and where I am anymore."

"You are here."
"You are hiding like the sun behind a cloud."


When the sun is ready to shine and leave her hiding place, she will shine so magnificently bright.
She is so bright that she gives light to everyone.
She is too beautiful to be forgotten that it is saddening to encounter when she sets at 5:52pm, but she never disappears.
Despite the darkness making it difficult to see her, she is present.


"I am disoriented."

Even the sun has her moments of disorientation --the solar and lunar eclipses.


"I want to hide forever."

She is too bright to keep herself hidden for too long. She will come out, eventually.


"You are the sun."
Laters
445 · Feb 2016
The Night
Ysabel Cruz Feb 2016
I never saw the night like this
Countless stars shining through the abyss
A quarter moon full of light
I never knew this is how beautiful the night is

I wander through my countless thoughts
How it would feel to twinkle like the stars
How it would look like to be as bright as the moon
I wander every night that I see how beautiful the night is

To see is to believe the wonders of the night sky
Its color of blues and whites makes me
Calm as how the wind is
To see is to believe *how beautiful the night is
385 · Dec 2018
Sleepover
Ysabel Cruz Dec 2018
Come over
I'll be waiting
Hours has passed
and yet I am still anticipating

Sun has set
curtains have closed
Are you still coming over?


My eyes shut close
from the waiting
A warm touched
my bare shoulder

Sleepover.
For a boy, I'm falling for.
140 · Apr 2020
quarantine
Ysabel Cruz Apr 2020
An awkward place
the whole world is facing
a tragedy; a seemingly lost case
What should we be doing?
To the people who are lost in the world’s battle of COVID

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