You have found your home
in the arms of someone
I couldn't be
and all the glitter showers
I used to love
turned into dust
my eyes can't stand.

He's the wind,
I'm a dust.
Maybe I might as well
learn how to accept...

We weren't supposed
to breathe
the same air.

northern lights
ice from my pockets
embracing coldness
love sprouts within.

I sleep to escape
but even in dreams
you remind me
of what pains.

I've tasted rust
long enough to
convince myself
how one's own words
could bleed him
to insanity.

She got tired of being
someone's ruby
so she turned her heart
an adamant in freeze
Now she ramps on fire
only diamonds could saunter.

You put confetti
in every chaos I choose
to bottle up
that whenever I explode
I see colorful reasons
to go on still.

I built this tall and thick wall
around my heart for years
for intentions I know would
protect me.
I've always been prepared with shields
which I never failed to raise
whenever needed.

Was I hurt?
No.

But I wasn't that careful on
choosing who I allow
to come in through this
tiny hole I've created only for
whom I thought deserved.

And now I find it hard
really, really hard

to let him out

for the wall might crash

along
with this tiny
beating
heart of mine.

You said part of healing
is showing my truth
so I told you my story.

Only it was too late
to notice
I was already drowning

from healing over him
to falling deeper
with you.

She had outgrown
places she once thought
she'd die leaving behind.

Now she had ceased all pain
as she seizes her days
flipping her wings
above all winds.

A leaf hath fin'lly learn
how to let go
from its branch
in the warmth of summer air.

No one heard the sound;
it whisper all the saddest part
how in the midst of its traverse
someone has shown caress

-the love it never had
until it fell on the ground
along
with someone
it had never thought.

And then one day
I just woke up
with a promise
of not crying
over the same reason

again.

So much kinds of hunger
in this world you'd meet
and the only craving being kept
denied
is the most painful one
one had to have-

that longing for someone
you know you can't be greedy for...

Beautiful people are those
who wear their crowns in thrones
they do not whip nor grim
in awe they care for praise.

Beautiful people are those
who earned a spot in board
like kings and queens in games
protect them or you lose.

Beautiful people they call themselves
in applause they held heads high
chin up, eyes down on men
or the masks and crowns will fall.

You said I was rare
and finally
I found the reason
why I always longed
not to be attached

All that is rare
I suppose is a stone-
not to be melted
but to burst.

You just proved it
the moment
you walked out
the same door
you promised not
to leave footprints out.

She feels so mad
she couldn't even
look him in the eyes
for she knew that once she does
she'll be lost again
fully,
madly,
deeply.

He said he have known me
more than anyone could.

I believed.

When he asked me
How I am,
I pinned the sweetest smile
I could
as I say
I was fine.

He believed.

I've decided to peel off
the parts of me
you have touched.
Burn it all out;
and through ink,
I washed all
the traces you left me with.

Now I'm a bleeding sheet
with marks
I see as materpiece.

Does it hurt to love someone from afar?

-No.
What pains me more
is loving someone so near
without being able
to touch him.

Someone you are always with
and should never
be in love with.

Over the hills
we watched the sunset
and I couldn't help
but admire all pastels
mixed through air,
so I captured that very scene.

Now that I look upon
the memory,

I wish I was also able
to take a photo
of that someone
who made me see it

the first
and last time.

a lil girl asked her mom
one summer  night,

"Mom, why can't we just
love those you love us
and unlove those
who don't?"

glittered eyed
her mom answered,

"My child,
truth is...

it isn't love
until it demands
no love in return.

it isn't love
until it is painful."

I still don't get it
how humans seemed
to be so picky
when in fact
both
black and white
chocolates
have just the same
sweet taste.

Can't we just
perfectly blend
like cookies and creme
that gives joy
to the littles?

I know it's kind of itchy
when a wound starts to heal.

But please, do yourself a favor
by not scratching it.

Or else your platelets
will get tired.

Some yearns for me
others mourn for me
There are those who wanted me
and those who are afraid of me.

I hear them call
in different despairs

But none of them could really
give me
the love I always
long for.

Collect mem'ries
on sunny days
when dandelions bloom
even in autumn
when leaves fall apart.

Collect mem'ries
on windy days
when the only comfort
you had's a blanket
even on rainy days
when thunderstorms
echo here and there.

Collect mem'ries
when sky do cries
and rainbows bow
when clouds in shapes
and lightning screams
when birds sing songs
all aftermath

Collect mem'ries
from the most timid smile
a stranger gives
to the warmest hug
your love bestows

Collect all mem'ries
from all laughters that causes
stomach cramps
to the most painful cries
you shed at night

Collect
Collect them all
keep them in a jar
with others on a shelf.
for there
a vessel that complements yours
lies...

You are also
someone else's prayer.

I hope you'll
remember that
while chasing after
someone who
isn't yours to keep.

I didn't love him into halves
to leave myself the half that I deserve

I loved him in whole
'cause that's his worth

though in pieces
I received my heart back.

I was in the middle
of reading an
old dusty diary

when suddenly
a familiar man
hovered through my door
without even knocking.

I couldn't talk
couldn't even move
as we connect thru eyes
while my heart sings
the familiar rhythm
his too could harmonize.

He slowly walked
towards me
and I found myself
clutching the familiar
ache my heart had been
bleeding
since the last day I saw him.

He reached for my hand
and I was contained
with thousands of
nameless feelings.

All I knew was that
I'm in thorn between
touchig him
and holding that
old dusty diary.

Now I'm left
on the very last page
without any choice
but to  let him go
and close
this old dusty diary.

They all come in different moods
like the ones we see in all
different faces on streets
we walk on every morning

But I know someone
who owns all of its faces.
She keeps them in a closet
hanged one by one
so it will be easier for her
to pick which best suits her day.

And oftentimes
she chooses her most favorite one-

that one with a perfectly
curved lips
teeth shown
blush on cheeks
hair untied

with eyes that say:
"Hold on a little longer."

Those same eyes I always see
behind all different faces she wears
in front of her shattered mirror
every morning.

I shan't compare thee
in any catastrophe
I've been thru all storm surges
and before you came
I've been a swirling tornado.

Had I've known you'd put
all colors back after all my storms,
I wouldn't had let any
thunder's screams scared
all hell out of me

for when we met,
all aftermath made sense.

she cries,
grateful
to this
one thing
that never
get tired
of witnessing
all her soundless
pain
within

Tried to wear make up
and smiled
only to find out
some marks can't be
concealed by colors.

Tried to wear wings
and fly
only to realize
how powerless
I am against the wind.

Tried to step
on the ground
away from fire
only to melt.

And became ashes..

Burnt from pain
brought
by walking away
from someone
I used to love.

I tried.
And still
trying

at least.

It's something real, yet intangible;
something no one could ever touch
while everyone could surely see and feel.

We feel it like breeze,
we see it like bubbles.
For a moment it was there,
and then in a blink it was gone.

I hope that
when it touches you,
you embrace it so tight.
So tight before it disapears;

And when you see it,
I hope that you won't miss
to cherish it-
to look at it,
to memorize its corners,
to hear how it sounds like,
to appreciate how it looks like
before it vanishes.

For this precious thing
comes in a form different
to what it'll be
when it comes back.

You'd only meet
one of its many faces
once.

So please...
when it's there in front of you,
feel it.
Just FEEL IT.

I left
and for the first time,
the pain doesn't feel
like a torture anymore.

It fact,
it even smells like rain;
pouring all at once
with sadness
yet with hopes.

Darken the sky;
paint all the stars.

I know it's cloudy
and the universe cries.

But please,
do bring me the moon.

and be it known
that we are still
under the same sky.

We might not be privileged enough to
choose who we could love
but we will always have the freedom
to choose what could hurt us.

And at the end of your battle,
I hope that whatever you have chosen
will always worth all the pain.

Being in pain is gives you sadness.
But being unable to feel it makes you the saddest.

So face it.
Let it consume you.
Lament over it.

That's how you learn.
That's how you
get the best in you.

And now I beg
to hear you laugh

For the very last time.

Uprooting all mem'ries
so as we both
could move ahead.

But even rocks didn't warn us
of how waters from the riverbank
might overflow.

How would you know when is enough?
-When it's already too much.

Then when is too much too much?
-When you've given too much, yet your too much isn't enough. It wouldn't be enough. So enough.

-‎Or maybe when you've given too much. You've been too much you've exceeded enough. So enough.

Either way, learn when to tell yourself ENOUGH.

She fights battles
her smiles
would never
tell

she stands
and dusts
her knees
like nothing hurts

and everytime
she breathes,
she reminds me
of how a warrior
should live.