IG Story
I first saw you through my phone,unfiltered, but it was as thoughit happened in slow motion. For so long I’ve been alone--a third wheel on hangouts;bitter, when I see couples. Through a friend,I got to know you. NowI don’t knowhow, exactly,should I talk
I Matter
I am not happyAnd, I would never say thatI am contented with what I haveThe value of lifeI would ne’er understand.Will never say:What I have is a blessing, andI am grateful. I am unwantedAnd I don’t thinkI am worthy enough I am
Flaw…less
Freckles on my foreheadPimples on my cheekPigmented brown/black lipsA face full of imperfections and flaws indeed. Sometimes I face the mirror and tears will fallWhy do I have this face, full of pimples, freckles and allI am tired of criticism and
Reality
Lying on my bed I close my eyes and imagine that life isn’t unfair. Giving myself a false hope. Dreaming for a perfect life and pretending that problems are just a piece of cake, until I fall asleep because of
Save Me
She once said, she is barely Alive; and it was actually unbearable, but she tried to Value her existence, though she couldn’t find the Exit, where sadness has locked her in. She Merely understands why she has to be; and Every minute that passes, she
Scarlet Letters
I sent youhundreds of love letter,alongside my beating heart. What you did was,you sent it back,with a scar embedded on it. Saying, ‘We ain’tRomeo & Juliet,to play scarlet letters.’ Exactly, because…it should be the story of you & me.
Breathe this Life
Have you seen the air?Isn’t it fresh?Have you seen the rain?Isn’t it cold?Have you seen the rainbow?Isn’t it bright? Like an air from aboveMy mind keep dancing from its whistleLike a rain brought by the cloudsMy body keep playing like there
Ang Huling Buntong Hininga
Sinong mag-aakalang trahedya at delubyo na ang bumungad sa pagpatak pa lamang ng taon. Isang normal na araw nagbago’t nabalot ng katahimikan sa sanlibutan. Walang sino mang nagsilabasan, takot na takot sa banta ni Kamatayan. Mga trabaho nagsara’t lahat nagsiuwian.
Poetry of Love
Through the caliginous of lightI am once a fighterWith those battles I’ve wonI think I’m braver than before But then suddenly, you cameAnd you brighten me up in my dusky worldYou tightly hold my handAnd squire my journey With those scrabble momentsYou
Fascimile
A perfect picture painted in canvasThe tale they tell and share in broadcastNo one knows the truth, only care about the dashThe pain they had, thrown away like trash. The sorrow in the eyes and the cry of afflictionMakes them want