And perchance, somewhere in time, we will cross each other’s path again and by that time, I would be lying if I tell thee that I have forgotten every single pain you’ve caused — the pain that I’ve carried within my psyche. Those unsavory noises still hunt me in my sleep, in my darkest moment,…
Read moreCan you still be my poetry this time?
You can stop writing if your pens ran out of ink. You can always stop visualizing metaphors for someone who never loved sugarcoating, and the expressions you showed really didn’t matter because after all, every piece would end in a period. You can always stop heartbreaks from being the subject and Schoenberg’s complexity to transform…
Read moreSomewhere in the future,
there will be a time where happiness is too hard to find. You are just there, sitting in the darkest corner of your room while holding an empty bottle of liquor. You are there crying silently. And that is the time you’ll realize you have grown up already. You’ll be full of wounds, you’ll try…
Read moreWhy Travel to Future?
The now is all there is No past and no future We like to think there is Oh! deceiving allure Don’t own that, don’t own this You’ll never know for sure Tomorrow life might cease Instead, learn to endure You’re dead, how come you missed? You missed the only cure You missed the…
Read moreThey say you will only experience freedom in college.
You can sleep what time you want. You can dance in your dorm as much as you can. You don’t have to follow the proper mealtime. You can do whatever you want because you are far from them, you are far from home. And I say, is it freedom? Or more like lonesome? No more…
Read moreTell me more about freedom — then tell me more about life, too.
Suffering doesn’t end that fast. Pain is always inevitable. Heartbreaks are translucent in all directions. You see, everything we do has distortions. And in opposite ways, we act for the things we never wanted to have. I guess that’s how we define life. We never wish for perfection if we’re already flawed. We never think…
Read moreYou are too good to live in this cruel world.
Starting from this moment, I will no longer be able to hear your soft barks every time you see me. Starting today, I’ll practice myself to stop looking for your shadows and the gentle of your hands. You’ll be remembered — not as a dog who served for our kindred for how many years but…
Read moreYes, I am worthy, too.
Lately, I’ve realized how self-worth should be defined. It would always be something that brings out the victory while being the worst fighter of our own. It would always be about serenading tantrums — whatever it would bring, wherever our feet would take us. It would always be somehow realizing how better you can be…
Read moreAs the waves roared by on the seventh…
… by the morning drills, as the sand turned into something more than pixies running over the hour clock, as the sun dropped its magnification beholding its warm rays, and as the stars showed up by the Aurora Borealis forgetting the moon above — I eventually found myself. But, when the waves became silent, the…
Read moreEven though how much our parents…
… told us that they love you and your siblings fairly, there will always a time when all you can do is to sit at the darkest corner of your room while crying silently because you are that one member of the family who is the black sheep, always blamed, because you are you and…
Read moreDo you still think of me like how I always think of you?
Whatever we do from moving on and forgetting — in every night we wasted for a cream-colored paper aching for the metaphors we had in mind — we always end up looking down to someone in a white-tucked glee on a wooden chair by two in the afternoon. Whatever we do, we always have that…
Read moreLet me come back like…
… it’s the third of May — messy hair, tucked pajamas, and a face of an almond-colored brow. Let me come back to where I was used to when I thought I couldn’t find myself the moment you broke a part of me. Let me come back to where I’ll forever stay — like a…
Read moreI tried to find myself…
… in different places. In different embraces. In different roles. And in different lives. Until I realized, I was already lost, I don’t know where to go. And oh, I was so dumb. Why do I crave for paradise and different colors of the sky? Why do I want to fly to the moon? Why…
Read moreAnd if only our afterlives exist,
I’d still wait for you in a place where flowers bloom but never wilt. Because in there, I found you first in our present — and in there, I’m sure I can find you again in our next. – El
Read moreWe sometimes think…
“why am I existing” or “what is my life all about” Well dear, the purpose of life is to give life a purpose. After all, we are made differently. Mend yourself, create your path. You’ll never get lost, you’ve just intersected with somebody’s road. – Razl Teman
Read moreAnd on the next few years,
there will be a time where I’ll open my century-old journal again. I would look through the pages and caress every part of it — until I find you. There will be a time where your name wouldn’t scare me anymore, as if it was a gunshot and I was a bull’s eye. There will…
Read moreGrandma was right.
Falling in love is the best part of living. It brings out the creativity you’ve been hiding. It makes people strive hard just to impress someone they love. It could lead you to write hundreds of poems and compose millions of songs. Love is so powerful that it could change someone’s entire life but sometimes…
Read moreTo the man I’d always dream before
You should greet me for waking my mornings up realizing how good my sleep was — because you weren’t there. I had my cup of milk and it felt like living a life without you as a part of it once. And I should tell you — if only I had my chances — sleep…
Read moreAnd yes, it is easier to write…
… your own fiction story using your imagination and of course your pen than writing your own life story. As we grow older, some people will try to be the author of our own life—your parents who want you to be a doctor but all you want is to publish stories, your cousins who want…
Read moreTrapped in a shady blue…
… of whirlwinds from my past, it was me — it was me howling like thunders and wishing for the night to hush me to sleep amidst the shivering coldness. In that body I was trapped with thorns coming out of an ash green, swaying like I’ve never been this hurt before. People would choose…
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