Why is it painful to love?
We never know
but when it slits our being
it can last a lifetime
We never know
but where it hits us
We never know
but who hurts us
is always the most special
We never know
why they always do
we're just always left wond'rin'
so We never know
how to heal the wounds
if ever they do heal, still there's always deep scars
Wet DreamsWet Dreams in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
as if you never made me cry
I stared at your lips
I remembered how our teeth clanked
the first time we kissed
I heard myself giggle.
then you spoke
as if we're in good terms
I felt your warm breathe
I remembered how you dirty-talked
while you tickled my ear
I felt stiff
while you embrace me
as if you never hurt me
I sensed the longing on your skin
I remembered that day
we lost ourselves
I miss you baby...
I felt so cold inside
I was awaken
I peeped out of the window,
I felt colder,
then I realized
I am crying...
just like all the nights
I hear myself say
"I MISS YOU BABY"
that I can't help but wish
to have even just a dream of you...
March 12March 12 in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
di ko naramdaman
na bertdey mo
di ko naunawaan
wala akong alam
kaya wala akong karapatan
na turuan ka
di ko napansin
naisip ko lang
ng umalis ka.
pwede ba magpaliwanag?
malungkot din ako
'andyan ka kasi
at 'andito ako
kaya lingid lahat
'gang 'kala na lang
pero ang totoo
pareho lang tayo
nawawalan ng direksyon
pareho lang tayo
may luhang tinatago.
Love OverdosageLove Overdosage in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
You gave me everything
so that I'll learn to return them back to you
I received nothing
You made me a possession
so that I'll know to whom I belong
until you forgot that I am also mine
You studied what I really am
and you realized I am not like you
so that you needed to mold me into your likeness
You loved me too much
until we both drowned
as we lost ourselves
because now what you see in you is me
and you started to think that you are me
so that you won't understand
because you spent all your time
trying to make me understand you
until you forgot that you should have understood yourself first
still I know, you won't listen to me
because you spent all your time
trying to make me listen to you
until you forgot that you should have listened to yourself first
now you say that I don't love you
because you think that you already lost me
but you never thought that what's left in you is me
because you long lost yourself
and it kills me...you just don't understand
why of all people, it is you w
I want you to know...I call you by your last name...I want you to know... in Emotional More Like This
You said my name is beautiful. Thanks, but you know what? I don't like my second name - Jean.
I was born May 21, you were born January 1. I am 20 days, 4 months and 13 years younger than you, doesn't matter.
You like younger women, we're vivacious. I like older men, you're wiser.
Blue's Clues! February 14 last year, my date and I watched the movie Baler. February 14 this year, I'm dating someone from Baler.
I understand that your family is very important to you. I have this feeling that if circumstances will force you to make a choice, you'll choose them over me, right?
Back to our old school days, you hate P.E., me too XD.
Haven't I told you once that back in college I lived with a nurse, a PT, a med tech and an orthopaedic surgeon?
We came from 2 different worlds. You're from the world of medical science, I'm from the world of communication arts.
I'm afraid of needles, of injections, of giving birth, of pain basically.
We both have this bad habit of le
Dear Romeo,Dear Romeo, in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
no'ng una tayo nag-usap
naisip ko you're just one of 'em
busy, snob, metropolis men
i waited for your e-mail
nangako ka e, pero 'ala
i knew it, somehow it still hurt
'ala na 'kong balak umasa
but then nasorpresa mo'ko ha
days passed na kasi, still tumawag ka
nahiya pa ako
it's your aunt pala who added me up on fb
and now they tease you...
nangingiti ako hehe
pag nangungulit ka, madaldal ka pala
who would've known hmmm
'di ako mapakali sa work
pag nagvibrate na mobile ko
musika na s'ken voice mo
'di na nakakatamad umuwi
i know you're waiting e
and my day would be complete
'di na nakakabagot
childish pero masaya ako
lumulukso ang puso ko
'cause you're my Romeo
i'm not a princess, this isn't a fairytale
but i'm your Juliet
Getting Over HimGetting Over Him in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
does not mean forgetting him...
or stopping from loving him.
It simply means getting back to the basics
no more 3-hour phone calls every night
no more 500 sms a day
no more weekly dates
no more monthsaries
no more future plans...
Just being by myself again
without him...without him...
I Am Your Nude PaintingI Am Your Nude Painting in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
during your permoblack nights
when color-blindness embraces your heart
and your permogray emotions
control your left-hand brush strokes
as your permowhite stares
melt down the wooden easel
leaving just the bare shadow
of my candid nakedness
as my ebony crown flows
smoothly as the sea waves in the morning
and as my sapphire eyes glow
brightly as the nights in Vegas
with my moist lips driving
a sensual winding road
my temple sways with the melody
of the gush of your artsy blood
and I stand on the tips of my toes
as I raise my arms to fly
I feel feathery, I want to be blown up
but I can't help but sense
that my toes and my hands are nailed
to the pores of your canvas
I am framed and hung
in the museum of your name
you are a god, you are worshiped
I am in love, I am jealous
with my GEMINI
that one who posed behind the easel
as you nailed my toes and my hands
to the pores of your dead canvas.
The DatelessThe Dateless in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The tip of the crescent dagger above
seems to point straight to my eyes
it's bloody rusts shower
and everything they touch is wounded
The giant cedars are on guard
each exhales some sulfurous fume
eLove YoueLove You in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
with a push of a button
and a click of the mouse
from my screen to yours
I am sending my love
with a cyber kiss
and a code for a hug
False Hope, Then Hope Falls...False Hope, Then Hope Falls... in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
like when an eye winks
the heart sinks
like million thorns,
of ifs and whys
of doubts and crys
that boils the blood
that brings such grudge
would end in misery?
pulled by gravity
wish as if dead
deep down the grave
that's how hope falls
when hopes are all false
and soyou could my somebodyand so in Letters More Like This
if you let me be your no one.
we could cancel each other out;
balance one another.
complete the other.
the combined insanity
of being a whole person
and being nothing
and make us.
and maybe, for once in our lives,
we could be entirely normal
and a little bit sane.
it sounds like an interesting thing to be.
but you would have to be the somebody,
since somebody is a whole person
and that would mean you're perfect.
and we could dance
we could dance to songs.
ones that tell of how magical a thing
watching a tree grow
day after day
and how innocent
the earth may seem.
and then we could dance
to music without words
because it never really ends.
Angel-SpeakIt isn't rightAngel-Speak in Settings More Like This
throwing a child in the river
without their coat
and without their keeper
without artistic merit
in your last words to either of them.
It isn't right that you would cover their faces
It isn't right
that you waited til night
when Sturgeons would be
nearest to this treat
while the moon is huge and you without a camera
or your wine.
It isn't right
that you do any of this ~
even cleaning your nails
or nursing your fist
especially when you'll get no credit for it.
Shelly Sells See-ShellsEarth's warm plushy slush;Shelly Sells See-Shells in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and what mud up a mountain!
and too soon
become the celestial halo
She is the thing
that bases a Spring
upon white-washed Winters
that would still melt
Swaying like a drunken Venus
she smells of cool fish from a warm cheese board
She is a jewel~colored rawness
inks a ring that orbits
the wave of the
and the Sure
Stand Alone ComplexHer one glow'er moved slower than the other; a misaligned eye, she guised.Stand Alone Complex in Philosophical More Like This
Hair headed to the side in a dip of doubtful pride, it was the de-laid
and dopplered doublings.
The past and paranoias stayed put while her lucidity spun in a snowed, global storm.
Down a drain very sieve-like, went most beliefs which were guesses at best
and the band played on for those popped loose plugs.
Sun-salted slugs juggled time and most illusions for her smile.
All the while there was a style to that note she never wrote,
as no pen could ever send what she meant.
Emergency Broadcast SystemThe crashes of Space reach an eager EarthEmergency Broadcast System in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and it boils down to fuming carbon after all
Like I knew it would...
the basic basis of base
and I've reached it.
Touched, Tagged and Clutched
For keeps and wreaks of going home on the hood of a car
Devoured by true hunger
Not a honed
Rabbit-chase Habit case
Hardwood floors and lockable doors
Nickel Hinges no match for soupy silver
He killer her - that
Gun that would turn on Anyone
And while shooting out twisted transistors
there was finally something to watch.
RessurectionCircles sucking oil from a room assumed dryRessurection in Philosophical More Like This
and the pressures bring bleeds in the walls on all fours
and bends in
the floor where the toes dig
Tongued divets in bone
and sweat seeks to sting
I am swollen
made whole from
I have risen.
O's raised from a river in Hell...
The Rings a Warlock drew
The shadows of babbles, the bubbling pours
from an opening scoped by the Darkest allure
Arbitrary Precision PieceSparkleArbitrary Precision Piece in Philosophical More Like This
an Hour in Glass
of sand-less amounts
rattled and off
when something like you
neat little waits and measures
I fell to the floor
though shapely 8's
it all still twinkled in me and
threatened to count
drawing a line in me
while gongs swung well past hit
You ticked and buzzed
like a good idea
what shaking stilled promised to fix.
Dry SirenSnatch & MatchDry Siren in Concrete Poetry More Like This
your water rats
Know where - from why they came
Catch a Batch
of fire ants
Give them each a name
"The Left, you'll note, is West and woe",
says Midnight to a Moth
Just as you would reach the East
is cannon fodder thought.
Collect all who would follow You
and warn them not to go
Unless they've made it more than clear
You are Best Bet Undertow