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
Why is it painful to love?Why is it painful to love? in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
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
The PromiseThe Promise in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
i never saw a man
cry before me...
i'll listen to you,
i'll go to sleep now
we can meet
in a dream
in the heavens
just for us
in the paradise
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
The Nightingale's SongThe Nightingale's Song in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
had burn down to ashes
and you rose from it
in a time I didn't expect
and once more,
we already soared together
but as we glided
drops of tears
your wings will flap
you'd fly...you'd descend
to kiss the bosom of your dreams
four or five more years...
your wings will flap again
you'd fly back to where your dreams were born.
your keen eyes,
which I never looked at
and your wild senses,
which never tingled me
would I still want to see?
would I still have the passion
to grip you in my palms
when I yearned to hold you captive
in the webs of my veined cage
which was fastened by bloods of love...
A Modern Romantic EpicA Modern Romantic Epic in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
since I heard you say
you love me
that let my tears pour
the nights after
I was overwhelmed
but because I missed HIM more...
look, I'm sorry
I'm this rude
it's just that it hurts much
thinking over again
why God won't listen
to my prayers
I...I plead many times
to win HIM back
but I lost.
and it hurts even more
thinking all this time
why God will give me
...when He knows perfectly
I won't learn to love you.
because I know
I never will,
ever since the day
I saw your crumpled hair
your wounded wrist
your untied Chucks
your smoky thoughts...
felt your drunken emotions
your drugged demeanors...
found out your woman history
heard your grave songs
read your mad poems
there's just one thing
I'll like in you
the fact you were there that night
HE broke me
and you stayed
with your gestures
to put back my remains
you played a hero
you are recognized
with due respect
you played a friend
with all my heart
please don't play
Death Of An EmoDeath Of An Emo in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
my bedroom is my coffin
sprayed with sweet formalin
I lay still with my bloodshot eyes open
as my chaotic mind is wondrin'
I think I need some nicotine
to kiss the smoke as it spells your name
I think I need some wine or caffeine
to taste your heat when we're fuckin'
I think I need some cocaine
to get away from all burden
I think I have to lick that bloodstain
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
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
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...
The Next Best ThingThe Next Best Thing in Free Verse More Like This
I am drawn to you with every breath,
Following the need to take your hand in mine.
The urge to caress your inner sides,
The need to wake up to you every day.
The love I have for you is not perfectly complete,
But it feels as good as it can be,
Aside from simply,
Being with you.
Having No AnswerHaving No Answer in Free Verse More Like This
As you are crying into my chest now,
Asking why I am not giving you an answer...
My heart battled my mind over which truth I may give you.
We've been here before,
The moment where I could answer a million questions,
The point where I don't know if you really want the answer,
Or simply a mean of comfort...
So sometimes I do wonder how you would feel,
If you were to know that I could be the answer.
The Forgotten Room01/07/09The Forgotten Room in Free Verse More Like This
I could be the smiles in your eyes,
The laughter to make a thousand words to paint that perfect picture...
And still barely complete.
I could be those tears in your eyes,
Caressing the anger of a love incomplete.
But maybe I am just that reflection,
Of a simple mind,
With enough love just for you.
Perfect EnoughPerfect Enough in Free Verse More Like This
I want to be the guy you wanted me to be,
The one to hold onto and wishing everyday to see.
And I would be there for you,
Like how you always trusted me.
Laying you to sleep,
And caressing your every skin.
So I really can't wait to see you where you want me to be,
At a place not so perfect, but it's perfect enough for me.
all i wanted was you.hello there,all i wanted was you. in Free Verse More Like This
i used to think i was
only alive at night, i
only ever lived in my
dreams, but as i've grown
older i've come to realize
dreams don't last like
we think they do.
i'll stay until morning,
and never come back.
i gave up on everything i
ever wanted because you
told me you'd come back,
you swore you'd be there
when i got home, you
gave me a sense of security
i had never had nor will
i ever have again.
i'll be there until you need me,
then you'll never see me again.
i guess this comes with growing up,
there's something to be said for
people who are able to live so long
in a world that takes all you have
and gives you nothing, they say with
age comes experience and knowledge,
but how do we gain knowledge except
through our times when we find our-
selves broken and lying on the floor
of a bathroom we've never been to
i've waited forty years, maybe fifty,
just waiting by my window, hoping you'd come home.
i used to believe in angels,
i used to believe in love, i b
this is bananas.we call ourselves writers but we'rethis is bananas. in Free Verse More Like This
really just liars. we're choking on
words we never had
to begin with, every
-thing we had we stole.
digging deeper into emotions we
don't have and pretending we've
seen the world
through the whole
world's eyes. we don't even have
our own eyes.
if we did we could read what
we were typing, since no one actually writes anymore
everyone just blogs and rants online, and we would have the decency
to tell ourselves to shut
up and start living our damn lives.
we're not drowning in our words, or
your words, we're choking back laughter
from the absolute pile
of bullshit on the screen.
again. paper is irrelevant and out of date.
nothing we own is original.
we are a combination of
everyone & everything in our
hell, even that line was stolen.
loljk actually i wrote it but i know
some douchebag is gonna steal it soon.
blank.i saw you today.blank. in Free Verse More Like This
i didn't have any words.
just an awkward smile.
and then i tripped and fell.
politics.i always wished andpolitics. in Free Verse More Like This
wanted to be an airplane so
i could fly
away from your
to dump on me.
i never wished on shooting
stars; i only tried to
catch them in
my pocket and sell
them for freedom and
i know there's something
good out there and it's going to
someday, but this night
sky is scaring me.
i'll just try
to keep holding on
to this dream.
i was a young pilot on
my fourth birthday as
i witnessed life as
it end, everything meant something
then and we
stopped believing in
only believed in
i'm a fan of scribbling.sometimesi'm a fan of scribbling. in Free Verse More Like This
i'd like to get
drunk; to be at that
point where you're completely
still able to form sentences,
and maybe see if
i can write better.
all the good writers
are alcoholics anyway.
and i want to be like that.
i want to
get high just to see
if it's really
told me it was; if
you feel like
you're flying through
clouds of pleasant
i guess that's what we
called love in the
and i still live by
i like to pretend
out of my
mind just to
see people react
and to see
the pity i always acted like i
wanted; and maybe i'll
what goes on
inside my head.
i'm not really as
drugged as you think
and i still feel like
i'm in love with those
Alone...You feel confusedAlone... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You feel alone
You try to reach them
But no one is home
Where are they now?
Where have they gone?
They say they're out
But the lights are on
Two by two
Four by four
When they numbers are odd
Whose shown the door?
Nobody's PerfectShe's not a perfect girlNobody's Perfect in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But she never pretended to be
She's not a size 0 blonde
With perfect complexion
But she never wanted to be
She's not the most popular
The prettiest or smartest
The best dressed
Or the skinniest
But she never asked to be
She doesn't always get things right
She sometimes chooses wrong
Sometimes you offer your opinion
But she never asked for it
She follows her heart
And she follows her dreams
She might not always get what she wants
But she always tries to suceed
Dancing IrishDancing Irish in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The night would last forever
on that warm summers eve
for my father would come to visit
and a child's heart would believe.
He ran his fingers through my hair,
cupped my cheeks and smiled.
then he knelt and kissed the top of my head
our special way of saying "hi".
We sat outside on the front porch
listening to the quiet sound of the rain.
My father said, "It's the dancing Irish,
The dance on rooftops when it rains.
They're small, these Irish folk.
Can you hear their tiny feet?
They dance merrily and heartily
to the rains swift, falling beat."
I ran into the middle of the yard
laughing, "I wanna dance too!"
So I began to boogie in my nighty
With no socks, and of course, no shoes.
Laughing, my father joined me
and together we danced till we were dizzy.
Dancing like true Irish folk,
Merry, barefoot, and free.
But my smile faded when I saw the roof.
Pointing, I cried out
"There's no small Irish people!"
I huffed and turned about.
My dad only smiled and said
"They're spirits, invisible to th
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anything through the fog, and there were people standing and crying
and shuffling their feet to get out of the rain,
but he couldn't see
so she died.
in the end it wasn't worth it at all, shivering on her own bed
haunted by the breath of her nightmares.
in the end it wasn't worth it because nothing changed
and there was no realisation, and there was no white light,
and there was no heaven, and life just went on and on and on
and in her dreams he cried, he came back,
and he was kneeling by her bedside,
wearing her favourite shirt with the blue and red stripes
and pleading, pleading, tears shivering
down his cheeks like beads of sweat.
but she woke up and he wasn't there.
so she died.
[he wasn't there.
he didn't come until it was too late
and she was already six feet in the ground,
underneath thick soil but still palpable,
still unbearably powerfully there.
he only came back during the funeral
because he on
this.you have shaded eyes quiet smile dark hair love ─this. in Other More Like This
and I could do anything
if it wasn't for you.
collapse the borders on the edge of my vision;
everything's faded out to black shards.
It's cliché and stupid and it won't mean a thing to you, but I know
I won't be able to breathe when you leave tomorrow.
the shield whispering around my skin
was untouchable, I thought, perfect;
no one would be able to get in.
But you passed right through without even trying.
around is what you always are, around here,
around the block, running circles around my head.
You get around so much your friends tease you
about all the girls you've held and dropped,
and I can't say I love you without lying anymore.
ecaping heartbreakwhen she cries her tears are edged with mascara and knowledge.ecaping heartbreak in Short Stories More Like This
she's hiding under the layers and layers of makeup he slathered onto her. for the sake of making her beautiful. she's so used to the same product, but she knows she needs a new makeup remover. one that will work, wipe and clear her mind. because she doesn't need this -- but she wants it.
she's digging through the chaos of her mind, struggling to find a piece of clarity. but all she can find is despair and nights on the couch with ice cream in her lap and a phone to her ear. i thought he was the one for me, but i was wrong. again. it hurts, and sometimes when the clarity strikes her across the cheeks she realises she can't do it anymore. she can't take this anymore.
she murmurs to herself like she's suffering from a mental illness. 'he was this to me. he was that to me. but she's never asked herself what she really wanted. all she's been taught to do, time after time, was to keep his smiles
GoneStark, leafless trees,Gone in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Their towering forms
cast uncherished shadows
long into the chasm.
'Will be remembered',
'In loving memory',
'Forever in our hearts',
For what happens when those
Who deceived us,
Are also damned to hell?
None of us can make a lasting mark on this earth,
For even scars fade
And we are gone;
With those who promised to remember us
Also cast into the pit.
In memory at all?
I think not.
The Dead WordsI condemn myselfThe Dead Words in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To this cold chair,
Surrounded by those
Who are not there.
But in my loneliness I find
An almost comfort, of a kind.
To be alone forever-more,
In the world that does exist no more.
Upon this pedestal I cry
Out to the Knights and, though I try,
From this lone place they do not fly.
I cannot help but wonder why
I don't exist unto this world,
Where princess' hair sits round, all curled
Upon their shoulders by machines
That scar this world, once so serene.