Damned.

She is as soft

as a cotton feather.

And as sensitive

as a baby’s skin.

 

But deep down,

Lies a monstrous soul.

Suppressing everything,

It grew to be mean.

The mask she wears
For other people’s pleasure

Hides the darkest corners

Of her mind.

At the crack of dawn,

The cover cracks like glass.

And starts to unleash,

The demon behind.

Now awake,

A little groggy.

It’s as if the monster

Had left her being.

But no one knows,

It’s always there.

Evermore, underneath,

Slowly breathing.

Battling the demon

Has always been tough.

They think she’s okay,

Assuming as always.

They’re not cognizant

Of what she actually deals with

A constant battle

That’s been going on for days.

Or weeks.

Or years.


 

I can’t write right.

Sometimes I can’t write,

my mind’s being deceived.

Not sure if it’s right,

don’t know what to believe.

 

A blank piece of paper

stares intently back at me.

I can’t even bother

to write meaningfully.

 

It’s as if every inch

of creativity has been taken.

Maybe I just need a pinch,

or  a life-changing awaken.

 

Take me back

to those days,

when I don’t lack

the words to say.

 

A few drops of inspiration,

something to set the mood.

Using my imagination,

to write something good.

 

Perhaps, my talent is missing.

But, I can’t seem to discern why.

I used to long for writing,

letting every word go by.

 

I am thirsty to create anything

that will leave your literary soul

hanging, banging, jumping, craving.

Will I achieve my goal?

 

 

 

 

A magnet attracts a non-metal

I let my walls down 

For a guy who wouldn’t bring me up.

He said he likes girls who like pink;

But I’ve always liked black.


He searches for the sunrise, 

While I await for the twilight.

I let my feelings flow

For a boy who wouldn’t let go of his past.


I love his smile,

But he hates his own smirk.

He prefers his coffee plainly brewed,

I want mine with milk.


I spend my time alone;

Quietly.

He spends his in a bar;

Loudly.


But lastly…

I was attracted to a magnet, 

But I was non-metal.

I knew I stood no chance.


I still had my hopes,

My wishes, my dreams.

But, alas, I accepted it;

He will never be mutually attracted to me.


 

Pagod. (Tagalog Poem)

Dapat ipikit

Ang maririkit

Mong mga mata;

Ipahinga at saka muling magsimula.

Ihaon mo ang yong kamay,
Sapagkat ito’y nangangalay.

Huminga ka,

At ipahid ang mga luha.

Utak mo’y nangingilo

Litong lito, hilong hilo.

Pagod sa buong araw

Na pag-aaral; hanggang sa ito’y umapaw.

Bibig mo’y nanginginig,

Di maintindihan ang tindig.

Maputla at tuyo,

Mula sa buhay na kinalbaryo.

Mararamdaman mong

Nawawalan ka na ng pulso.

Makakibo, ay di magawa

Pagiging uto-uto ang naging pag-asa.

Pagod at lungkot

Patuloy na sumulpot.

Mga pangarap ay dumidilim,

Nararamdama’y kinikimkim.

Pagod ang nagsilbing kumot
Kasama ng kaba at takot.

Sarili’y di inalagaan,

Buhay patuloy na pinabayaan.

 

Will you?

“You’re worthless,” 

My mom said.

“You’re stupid as fuck,”

My dad said. 


“I’m alright,” 

I said.

“Stay strong,”

They said.

“Hold on tight,”

My brain said.

“Wanna rot and die?”

My heart said.


Am I truly worthless?

Or maybe not.

So I took the blade,

And put it on my wrist.


Blood spilling,

Tears falling,

Heart breaking,

Tired of living.


This time,

I cut deeper.

Thoroughly.

Surely.


Oh, the pain,

The agony, 

The hurt,

They don’t all go away.


Tell me, God, 

Is this how it is?

Swallowed by the 

Words of others.


Tonight, I plan

On dying, leaving,

Fading.

Will you miss me?

 

Our common humanity.

Why not accept

What is the obvious?

Are we, people—

Always so hard-headed?



For one God 

Created us all;

Beneath the skin,

Lie our souls.



Stop the 

Stereotyping, 

The discrimination,

The racism, the superiority.



The  homophobic acts,
The rape culture,

The act of violence

And injustice.



Goddamn it, people!

When shall we stop?

When we are all dead?

Wake up, open your eyes!



This is not 

What we are 

Supposed to be,

Are we not? 



We are human beings,

Designed for greatness.

Designed for good,

For integrity.



Yet! 

Yet, we have thrown 

Away God’s gift.

What a shame.



Until then,

Our common humanity
Is a fiction; 

A demoralized truth.



For its people,

Are not yet ready.

For the people,

Are living in stupidity. 


 

Fear of failure.

Suddenly, exams are here

What do you do?

You should never fear,

For what I say is true.


Exams help us in different ways

It retains knowledge and tests our skills

But in some days, 

We’re afraid of falling like we’re on a steeply hill.


Do your best,

Accept your failure.

For a written test,

Isn’t where knowledge is measured.


Breathe in, breathe out

And let this go.

This isn’t what life is all about;

You must take things slow.


You are not your grades.

Perhaps, you are yourself.

So don’t take that blade,

Put it back on the shelf.


You are reserved for far greater things,

Something worthwhile. 

You’re only a human being,

Gentle and fragile. 


 

Did I or did you?

Tell me…
Did I even really know you?
With all the lies I’ve heard from you?
Did I even really know you?
When you left without a single clue?
Did I even really know you?
When you shyly said ‘I love you too’?
Did I even really know you?


Did I really?
Or did I not?
Because you had the courage to leave me here
While I’m struggling to fight the tears?
Or better yet….
Did you even really know me?
Apparently the answer is no
Because if you did
You wouldn’t have to let me go