Beauteau

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The beauty I see in you is beyond compare
I’ve seen something the universe couldn’t
tell
And even how many times you asked for a stare
You don’t really have to ask for my eyes are fixed in your care

You told me how you love the way I asked questions
When the world always shut me up because of my intentions
You appreciate a girl who always doubt the world’s explosion
Of ideas about stars, aliens and different poisons

Okay let me tell you stories that I always dreamt for no reason.
I’ll look at you differently and love all of your imperfection
We’ll leave the world by giving the galaxy all of our conversation
We will burst into red cosmic color
And escape a world and leave all of our sorrow

 

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108 Words For You

 

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I could write a thousand poems for you to find me in the middle of verses
I could print it in a notebook for you to feel the heartbeat of every words of my past tenses
You used to smile at me before all of these agony turned into cases
But please bare with my stuttered voice as I shout to the world all of my broken pieces
Hey, could you try to look at me with all your faces?
So that I’ll see a love that I used to dream with stars and traces
Let’s walk on the moon and try not to float in different phases
I’ll hold your hand even the world threw us all of those curses

Can’t be

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I see you driving your old car in the    pavements of the 14th street
You called me but I pretend not to hear you at all.
Remembering your presence makes me so weak that I have to spoke
All the memories i have to remember and told,
That I am not the same girl You used to hold in an artwork
I can’t be the same thing you ignored a thousand times to escape what has been hidden for more.
I can’t be your alice in a wonderland who you could hypnotize into childhood fantasies
And I can’t be the same reason for you to dump an innocent heart back to its misery

Shore

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Well the best part of loving you is the way you used to call me your own.
You possess a galaxy inside your hand and held it tight as it is shown
You can bring the madness inside me when all of my fears collides into sore
You created a world where being a saint isn’t as bad as some prayers ask for more
You are the coffee that keeps me alive as I waited for
The time we’ll meet in the middle of the shore

GiveFor

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I love to write the pain I always have. Stories that only the pillow in my room could hear as I cry unceasingly in the middle of night. I love to put my heart into words and my cry into songs. I love to dance the craziest old little songs. Feeling. Filling everything that’s been so heavy, memorizing all the good pictures of past and fury. Calling out all the under rated part of all my stories. I am cold in the middle of summer. Summer that I considered as storm. Person, that I used to be my world. But love is greater than the plot and twist of the master author. It is something that could really be so wrong. To believe that stories ends in tragedy and begins with great fantasies. I couldn’t try to direct my own floor. You act as if we’re strangers in a Romeo and Juliet scenario. But make me end this with a heart that forgives you for so long.

Matter

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You called the atom of of all the gases that are unseen
It exploded like a star bursting into lights of our speen
We can be the best in the world that matters
We occupy the space of our hearts that can’t be gathered
We have the exact mass of the art that you always utter
But we are weightless till we fall apart and shattered

PLUTO

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I really don’t know how it feels like to be your galaxy. Again.

I forgot all the constellations we’ve watched to form every line of disguise.

We escaped the world and rode the fastest star that brought us to our own milky way.

We couldn’t just stop laughing at aliens playing around the circles of saturn.

We also you used to slide along the comet tails we saw between our space

But all stars meant to die.

We can no longer find ways to swim along the bright light of the sun.

It seems forever that we couldn’t try to spy around.

But It is hard.

To believe that I am the pluto you once loved.

 

Uncolored

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You left me uncolored.
You left me unwanted, until one day,
You came back with lots of crayons
I asked you why you let me suffered in white for so long,
But you hugged me in screaming colors
You make me blue when I haven’t seen you
But you make me wonderful even without cue
I asked you why you painted white when you left
You told me that you prepared me for something red
Now that you’re here holding me with butterflies in my head,
I will try to color myself without your touch and your help
I became wonderful as ever,
Holding myself with rainbows in my hands
I thanked you for bringing all these colors,
Because without you leaving, I’ll remain white dull and full of sorrow.

SPEAK ON ITS PEAK

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I wanted to be heard.

Someday, my voice will be heard and everyone will listen to all my stories that keeps on killing me. I will be heard around the world and become an inspirational speaker that could help thousands of youth who are suffering from depression. I will be used to change the world and become a Filipino writer who writes unceasingly. Loving people and serving them would be my honor. I will be heard. And someday, when that day comes, I will still speak. No matter how small my voice can be. No matter how hard it would be. I will succeed.

YOU STAY

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I used words to cover up everything that’s been bothering me. I used silence to show you how hard to accept everything I thought was true but unluckily it’s not. I used music to ease all the broken memories of you and me. I used our time like tomorrow will never come. I used every little things that could probably longer the conversation. I used my voice to tell you how much you make me feel secured and happy. I used my smile to make you feel like you should’ve not let me go. I used my feet to come running and chase you. I used my eyes, to anything that would make me believe that it’s not a lie. I used all these pain, to create an art. I used every pen I see to write another story, but you hold the ink and I couldn’t see myself turning another pages. You left me hanging into questions and untamed voices inside my head. You left when you’ve said you won’t do a thing to make me leave. But you stay. You rather stay to my surprise. Stay with her. Away from me.