i hope that when i wrote you a poem
you'll read it
it's not about you
not totally describing you
or what you did to me
or how we used to be
it is not a mere poem
it is my heart poured into letters
--my soul's message for you
so whenever i write poems for you,
I hope you read it.

i was reading my own poems













i cried.

today feels like yesterday
and tomorrow's just another day
can someone tell the difference?
only time runs but not with my agony
it never runs out
still waiting for the death of darkness
but still i love the night
when someone walks in through
my strong great walls,
they break
when will be my daybreak
i want to finally learn to love light
because it seems to love me
then realized it was not about any other entity
its just me and my sadness
it never got any better,
somehow thankful to the lies
because it keep my dreams living
so whenever you see me smile
maybe i just get used to it
and yeah.
the saddest poem i'll ever write
is never really written in these words
the saddest poem i'll ever write
is the hollowed part engraved in my heart

Kung may pluma lamang ang puso
Isusulat nito ng malaya ang mga salita
Na hindi mabigkas ng mga labing tikom
Sapat ang tinta nitong pluma
Pamalit sa takot na pumipigil sa sarili

Kung may pluma lamang ang puso
Hindi na kailangan pang pagtakpan ng ngiti ang bawat sakit
May buhay ang plumang ito
Alam niya ang kanyang silbi, ang maghatid ng katotohanan

Kung may pluma lamang ang puso
Isusulat nito ang bawat pagkakataong nais niyang tandaan
Mga alaala na dala ng kasaysayan

Kung may pluma lamang ang puso
Maipaparating niya ang bawat pintig
Ng ligaya o sakit
Malaya ang plumang ito
Walang magbabawal kung ano ang dapat at hindi
Walang pipigil sa pagkawala ng tunay na kulay ng bawat pintig nito

Kung may pluma lamang ang puso
Ito'y susulat ng tula na magsasabing ikaw lamang ang magiging papel na nais nitong sulatan

Kung may pluma lamang ang aking puso,
Ikaw ang nanaising maging papel
Malaya ang plumang ito at ikaw ang kanyang pinipili
Buhay ang tinta ng plumang ito
At sa iyo, bilang papel, nailathala ang pinakamagandang kasaysayan ng pag-ibig
Na binigyang buhay ng
isang pluma at papel

devour me 'o daredevil




                             I'll be the danger that you want




                                                        if you promise to **** me afterwards

ilang hakbang pa ba ang dapat kong lakarin nang may piring sa aking mga mata para lamang makalapit sa iyo
patuloy na nasasabik sa mga araw na lumilipas ngunit hindi pa rin tanaw ang liwanag na magsasabing may pag-asa na
para mayakap at mahagkan ka ng walang kilometrong pumapagitan sa ating dalawa kundi tanging silakbo ng dalawang pusong tumangis ngunit pinagtagpo ng pag-ibig

what feels like home
is remembering the taste of morning breakfast
while the sun is still sleeping
and the coffee beans smells so fresh
it is the wake up time and how
you loved to stay in bed for five more minutes
when mom yells at me for not
cleaning the sink properly;
it is waiting up for dad to come home
waiting for his hugs and chocolates;
it is when dad back hugs mom while she was busy
and I'll laugh coz I think its funny because she'll complain;
it is when brother is extremely mad at me
after being caught of playing his electric guitar
it is when the doggos are playing with us
in the middle of the night while the tv is on
what feels like home are simple little things
that made us want to go home
instead of finding reasons to escape
I'm coming back to the same house everyday
but still I miss to feel what true home is...