This world seems to be…
—
⠀ filled with false tears,
⠀ untamed fears, and
⠀ cold and lasting warfare
⠀ kindled by pride and
⠀ egotistic maniacs with
⠀ daunting faces behind
⠀ unfiltered masks of
⠀ power and putrid fame…
And the start of every beginning
seems to be our end.
Do you see it?
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Let all of me shatter, just let it all break
Warp all my realities into superficial fakes
Let lose all this anger, inhale all this rage
Let the chaos take over this mundane stage
I never meant to let go of me
Perhaps I held on too desperately
This noose I have around me tighten
But I’ll wear it in all glory- a velvety golden
It feels hellish and cold, all eternally frozen
What used to be idyllic now a concrete garden
In diamond bricks of scarlet stone-cold blood
Is my heart laden in so-called pure love’s mud
It does not matter, no, not anymore
What’s supposed to come just let it forth
Let’s raise holy hell in my ruined heaven
Hail this sullen prayer from a faithful heathen
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let me out of here
get me out of my own mind
please take me somewhere
somewhere memories don’t bite
somewhere I could be alive
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In the deepest parts of my darkest shallows
I hid behind my words-
the one place I belong
And in various shades of black and white
I thought that maybe I-
could try and right the wrongs
For once maybe I could erase this pain
in a tear-soaked empty page
where I thought I could begin
I thought I could use my dusty pen
to try and mend my heart-
just go over what’ve always been
But I’m lost…in all that’s been found
without a way, drifting unbound
just to rewrite- I wish I could rewrite
write any story-
just anything…
anything but mine.
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Knights without valor
To a king without a crown
These few fallen soldiers
Have been turned into clowns
Their shrines have been sullied
In temples of ruined realms
Amidst a land that is barren
In an ambient of thousand elms
They were called “Chivalrous“
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I loved it when you look at me
with your sweet and candid smile
and how you do those silly faces…
those blissful sparkles in your eyes
you’ve shown me joyful revelries
and moments you wished frozen
Those picture perfect memories
that I’ve never once forgotten
I’ve captured them all into portraits
and cached them as my own
All it took was a click and a shutter
and forever they were cloned
I used to hold your silent thoughts
in landscapes of lovely scenery:
sunrise, blue skies, and wide horizons
moon-kissed oceans and greenery
I have to say, I miss our travels
those sunset train ride window views
Those twilight mattes and pastel sunsets
and oh those pretty midnight hues
And yet, alas, you’ve got something better
Lighter, thinner, much easier to bring
It even has that thing called “filters”
And much more awesome splendor things
But I hope someday I’d wake again
to see your smiling face once more
and get to capture one last shot
a photo of what I truly adore…
—author’s note—
I wrote this entry for a challenge called #inanimateobjects challenge
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To the lady who’s become
My fortress
My base camp
My recon squad
My execution troop
To the lady who’s always been
My gentlest pillow
My sturdiest wall
My quietest alarm
My loudest conscience
To the lady who’s worth
A hundred soldiers
A thousand doctors
A million teachers
And a lifetime worth of friends
To the lady who pushes me from heights
so I can learn how to fly
and catches me
every time I fall
To the lady who plucks her own feathers
to patch up mine
and fixes my heart
with strands from her own
To her who shaped me
…my molder
…my clay
Accept my longest poem
My shortest rhythm
My sincerest speech…
For taking up a zillion and one roles in my life
I thank you most for being a mother-
My mother
For a zillion and one times
for a lifetime and one day more
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he who’s judged
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ as king of evil
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ speaks the purest of all the truth
for the words that come ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
from the devil’s tongue ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
mirror the vilest of one’s ruse ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he whose penance
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ is to bring down judgement
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ to souls, sullen, in sinful whelm
a slumbering deep ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
in sacred darkness ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
a sinister core to an infernal realm ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ his monstrous face
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ gives grimful shape
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ to his grief and hideous sorrow
in dawn-less nights ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
and lucid spite ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
shedding wings and dusting halos ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he seeks salvation
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ and absolution
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ from sins of his foolish arrogance
for his scarlet rage ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
now gone in ages ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
Drowned in shameful ignorance ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ in desperation
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he seeks redemption
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ imposing justice as the devil
will he be forgiven? ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
his sins forgotten? ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
or will darkness pull him back towards Evil? ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
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Hindi naman kailangan na matalinghaga
Di naman inaasahang puro lang hiwaga
Ngunit tila ba nilalaro lang ni Bathala
Pinagtagpo ngunit di itinadhana
it doesn’t have to be all poetic
not all too magical, not all too mystic
but as if by God we’ve been divinely played
destined to meet but not fated to stay
Bakit kung kailan hindi ko na akala
Kailang pag-ibig man ay tila ba banyaga
Dinig mo ba’ng bulong ng mga makatang
Pinagtagpo ngunit di itinadhana
and just when I thought to me it’s never dawning
when love seemed nothing but a foreign thing
do you hear the silent rhymes these poets say
destined to meet but not fated to stay
Paalam nalang…
fare well-
—author’s note—
…in case you’re wondering, the original piece (left-aligned text) is written in Tagalog.
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She wrote love letters
on tiny sticky notes
Told tales of “forever”
in stupid corny jokes
Sang songs of fury
with laughter and giggles
Hid pages of her diary
between spaces of her riddles
…and he calls her “Mary”
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Sparkles and Poetry 
