Take the scissors,  
And cut around the edges of my heart.  
Don't worry about how it looks.  
Fold whatever part of me  
That you need to make the first cut.  
I'd be surprised if you find any part  
Of me that's folded neat.  
The kaleidoscope of construction  
Paper that is me.  
  
I consider myself a collection  
Of scars and different colors—  
Of the things that I like and dislike.  
Even the wrinkled pieces of myself  
I've forgotten about.  
You've brought light to those pieces  
With each snip of your scissors.  
I've noticed how quiet and content  
You've become.  
  
You cut, and I bleed in color—  
Purple, blue, and yellow.  
Of all the shapes you've cut,  
None of them are painful.  
Watching you mix up the different color pieces of my soul,  
Your love, the stick glue that  
Gives these pieces more functionality.  
  
I breathe easier, knowing that you're here.
No longer restricted  
By stagnant stillness.  
You can even fold them into an  
Airplane and sail across the room.  
I haven’t had this much fun  
In a long time.
Don't forget the scrap pieces

i don't want you to feel successful, i want you to feel like a success
so that if anything goes wrong you don't think of yourself any less

when the nights are longer and darker and the prizes become few
i don't need you to win first place, i just want what's best for you

so if one day you come home and tell me that everything is just too much
that the assignments are unending,
that the trauma just exacerbates such

a feeling of discontentment
a validation that goes awry
if you look at yourself in the mirror and can't help but start to cry

i'll shatter every reflection and then redraw them so you can see
this is what you look like, you're everything to me

first place, the winner, the poet, the CEO
you are who i refer to when i think of where i want my life to go

i don't need a million dollars
i need you to be okay, to keep speaking and writing
i wanna hear everything you have to say

so if one night you come back to me and say nothing went right
i would put your face in mine and say
you're still the prettiest sight

if the theatres were all empty, and the books were never sold
if the restaurants went bankrupt, if all the meals sat there cold

if nobody saw the vision, just judged the draft to be
if everyone hated your work
you'd still have one fan - me

i don't want you to be successful
i want you to be happy with who you are and then realize
you're a million times better than the version you thought was too far

so that when lake starts to mirror and the sun can't help but kiss your shine
i'll tell you the definition of perfection
and then show how you're the picture that i use for mine

and underneath it says 'successful. a brilliant person to know. we can't wait to see all the places they will go. and all the careers they will pursue that they believe the were never good enough for.'

i don't want you to be successful
because that implies you weren't successful before

you're gonna be outstanding, but if 'out' stood in front of you
it would take a seat
because it knows that there's no comparison to

if beautiful fell apart, it would be full of you
i'm repeating it over and over until you memorize it too
that you're gonna be successful

but if success never came, i would draw you to represent it
i would still draw you all the same

The words from your letter drip like honey to my evening delight,
You brighten my soul through the beauty of your creativity
And bring colour to my world as the sun runs out of sight,
Pluck your daring heart from the tree of uncertainty,
And scribble with a smile your heat's intent.

It's been a while since I've wrote a poem, or an entry
It feels like I haven't been honest in almost a century
Feelings are deeper that what we actually feel.  
The emotions quickly turn into something more real.
Maybe anxiety or depression,
But let me tell you, it's all the same, a lesson.  
I was once in a deep dark place,
Confronting the mirror, I couldn't look myself in the face.  
Shadows clouded my every thought and emotion.
Making me feel as if I would never escape the commotion  
All around me was help, yet I couldn’t seem to cry out.  
I couldn’t move, and started to fill myself with doubt.
"Will they ever notice I need to be saved?"
"My voice seems to have completely caved"
All of a sudden, it felt as if an angel had come to my assistance
I gave them my hand with no resistance.  
Slowly I was pulled towards life once again.
I saw things as if my life had just began.
Everything now glows with a new spark and fascination
Everyday I find more and more to give me inspiration
Once I allowed help to take its course on my destined path
I’ve learned to accept the truth in the aftermath.  
Live your life with purpose,
There is much more meaning than what's just on the surface

muling iikot ang mundo sa araw,
may darating na panibagong
bagyo at kapanatagan
na nagpapaalalang
ang iyong pananatili ay hindi para lang sa kawalan,
sapagkat
kung paanong kumikinang
ang mga bituin sa kalawakan
ay gayunding
masisilayang muli ang bukang-liwayway;
at sa iyong pagtingala
ay may langit na nag-aabang
sa dadalhin  mo pang hiwaga.

magliwanag ka.

**mahalaga ka.

To every woman,

With thick thighs and a curvy frame
Don’t be shy or ashamed
Flaunt your hourglass figure
There’s love for bodies that bigger

To every woman,

With long legs and skinny frame
Don’t be shy or ashamed
Strut that supermodel walk
Silence all the negative talk

To every woman,

With a tall physique and supple frame
Don’t be shy or ashamed
You posses the beauty of an Amazon
Stand tall whether it’s heels or sandals on


To every woman,

Know you are loved and adored
By real men all around the world.

Let me fall if I must
The one I am becoming will catch me
They say its a bubble of delusion
Confidence will throw me to the wrong side of life
Either wrong or right
Results should shine
I shall fall
Till when I can catch me

Weeping and frightened
Could differentiate white and black
Unarticulate skepticism
Wasted cognition
Not anymore

If it's levitating
I shall fall
If its spiritual awakening
I shall ...
If its self assurance
I shall fall
Till I catch myself finest

No more doubts
Living in the trust
Till watered plants bloom
The one am becoming will catch
A greatest