mga salita sa likod ng pinid na bintana ng aking kaluluwa

losing the wits to breath, i am suffocated. this myriad of thoughts might be the death of me.

nawa'y yakapin mo ang iyong sarili sa mga panahong sa wari mo'y walang taong aandukha sa iyong pagkatao.

“I envy how birds defy gravity.“

Nakakapagod mapagod
maglakbay sa mga daang
pinili nating tahakin sa una
pa lang...

irog ko,
mahalaga ka sa'kin sa
bawat oras, munuto at segundo
di lang sa araw ng mga puso.

mahal kita,
sa bawat pag sikat ng araw
at pag labas ng mga bituin sa
kalawakan tuwing gabi...

aking tangi,
ikaw lang palagi.

nakakapagod din palang maging tao.

Suffering is living, suffering is when we know we are breathing, we cannot let sympathy or altruism shield us from finding the truths of this world.

-🍍

You smile like there's no tint of worry in your lips. But eyes speak truth, anyway. I love your bravery. I guess eldest ones are really built differently. I could somehow see a reflection of my sister in you. Your soul aches to puke out some big words you can't utter because you don't want them see you breaking. You wore a sturdy armor. You're a great warrior and those scars are evident. Yet sometimes, inevitable circumstances come where your body can no longer tend the wound and it would stay fresh for days. I hope you knew that you can't always keep those hidden. A warrior also needs a doctor to mend those deep cuts at the back. You have limits because you're a human. But humans have humans, you can always reach out to those you love and trust.

I know you're not okay and it's okay-- it's okay to tell someone too.

―🍇

—

ako'y tutula, mahabang mahaba,
singtatag ng semento,
ang ginamit na punla.

tinta at pluma;
ang hawak na instrumento,
papel at lampara;
ang kaagapay sa pagkatuto.

sa aking pagsusulat,
madami na ang naiulat,
mga pangyayaring naganap,
sa buhay at mga pangarap.

ginawang paksa,
ang pananaw sa buhay,
pati mga taong nariyan,
at mga di-buhay na bagay.

sa atin ang bukas;
kasabihang aking sinunod,
opurtunidad palaging bukas,
sarili'y palaging ibukod.

ako'y tutula,
mahabang mahaba,
ako'y uupo,
tapos na po.

—

-🍍

. Love, treat me like a treasure that's so fragile and rare,
and I'll handle you with utmost care—

a care that you haven't felt before,
you will surely crave for more—

with gentle hands and a tender touch,
I'll treat you better than your past
with love and never too much.

–🍑

I don't want to eat, but i don't want to starve.
I don't want to be around people, but i don't want to be alone.
I just want to stop existing, but i can't do that without dying and i don't wanna do that either, i hate it, i hate this feeling.

-🍍

Gazing into the mirror's glass
I see myself, a tear-stained face
Fragments of doubt and shadows cast
Never embracing that flawless grace

Staring into the mirror's gleam
Imperfections, my reflection's theme
I whisper, "I am pretty," it seems
Yet the mirror's truth, a self-esteem scheme

Confronting the mirror's steadfast gaze
Why do my lips seem so out of place?
Must I find that perfect angle to amaze?
In the mirror's truth, I seek solace

Confronted by social media's dazzling lies
Why do they effortlessly mesmerize?
Filters masking imperfections, a guise
While my so-called beauty within me lies

...and after all those deep cuts
you choose to hide, here you are.
standing still. still pretending
everything is under control.
that it is fine to fake your smiles and such
while carrying baggages you choose to clutch.

does pretense bring satisfaction true,
or rather suffocate the real you?

darling, let me remind you now,
it's okay not to be okay somehow,
to ask for help when burdens weigh,
to shed tears and show vulnerability's sway.

for faking that all is fine and grand,
won't grant you freedom, nor release in hand.

learn to let go, release the weight,
unburden your soul, it's never too late.

I never compelled myself to write about you. Since I am not good at gathering words to describe how I actually feel or express what my mouth wants to utter. However, I will allow my thoughts to consume my mind as I think of you. I let them guide my pen, and let my hands write all that my heart wants to convey about you. Since you have become my subject, I am now capable of connecting you to all the wonderful things as a metaphor. Yet, you surpass them all because you are incomparable. Writing about you will always bring me pleasure.

My love, I am incredibly grateful that you came, as you are the one that I've prayed for, my one and only — my always.

To K.W.P.
-your peaches

Life isn't a cage,
Nor a four-walled hall,
Or unbreakable chains—

Escape confinement, walls so tight,
Break free from the cage you built in the night—

Release the doubts, like chains they bind,
Let them go, set your spirit unconfined—

Demolish the cage, its bars no more,
Shatter the walls, your spirit will soar—

Unshackle yourself, break free from the bind,
Embrace growth, leave worries behind—

Strive for greatness, reach for the crest,
Make a change, let your soul be blessed—

Surpass your limits, let them fade away,
Embrace the journey, seize each new day.

—🍑

love, as long as this thing inside my chest pumps still
and every other organ that would keep me alive and breathful — know that i'll be the greatest fan of your life that would cherish your existence in a way that l can— with no confusion. love you in so many ways i know i can show you how, not just after death do us part but beyond life time.

If I would but delve into my innermost soul,
I could find me a forestous home
Tall and deep green in its lush,
Leaves ever lovely, that in love I'd blush.

I could live in a tree house
Filled with shelves of different adventures,
I wouldn't mind the mouse
For I certainly love the beauty of all creatures.

I could live in solitary there
Without someone who's a romantic dear,
I'll be in love with life without roaming
through love affairs, that's a certain.

And oh, the kitchen will be full
on all kinds of utensils and stuffs
for in cooking I am ruled
I could bake, make pies, and doughnuts.

I'd flood it with my artistic self
It will be an all-in-one realm
For I fancy being a wordsmith,
And a fonder of canvas and paints.

What a lovely abode would it be
There, I'd live as a bird so free
With a nest full of majestic mind works
And make it a home where I'll be joyous― even if alone.

― 🍇

he maketh me believe
that love can heal any
sores we choose to cover
by smiling— that it is
bearable enough
to despise something
we can't hate before
though t'was draining...

little did I know that
loving again wasn't
part of the healing

yet, it will just
cause us more pain
after believing lies for
lies that will gives us
goosebumps
instead of butterflies.

- 🍑

hindi kita masisisi kung bigla kitang ginusto, tinuruan mo ba naman akong magpakatotoo.

- manga

lagi
kong
nakikita
ang
sarili
kong
mag-isa,
sabagay
sinanay
mo
pala
akong
wala
ka
sa
oras
na
nais
ko
sinta.

- 🥭

it's the unexpected
rain that pours and
left me drench, then
the cold wind blows
as i ushered myself
inside to make me
warm yet the fire is
out and everything in
the house is covered
by dark. i'm not talking
about the rain nor the
house.

mirror, mirror on the wall
thou have seenest me at front
tell me the honest phrase
give description of my tangible face.

"yes, yes, your highness
but don't take my words as tease
for my knowledge is of them
thus, honest part will i proclaim.

thou yieldest a macabre visage,
thou art a book of torn pages,
flawed as the roses' thorns,
loathed for your disgusting horns."

i know, but i did dare ask still.
after centuries, tears will cascade again
not in the pity of mine countenance
but of the worlds' eyes (mirror), crooked.

―🍇

kung hindi ko man napabatid
saiyo sinta ang mga salitang
nais mong marinig at manulas
sa aking dila, nawa'y sapat na
ang aking mga matang buong
pagsuyong tinititigan ka.

"Chapters of our Love"

In the book of life, our love unfolds,
The Chapters of Our Love - a tale retold.
Begin with the innocence of a tender glance,
A prelude to passion, a serendipitous dance.

Chapter one, a story of two souls aligned,
Exploring love's depths, beautifully entwined.
Pages filled with laughter, echoes of delight,
A narrative written in the language of starlight.

Chapter two, a journey through stormy seas,
Yet love's anchor holds, steadfast and free.
Weathering challenges, forging bonds anew,
The strength of our love, forever true.

Turn to chapter three, a season of growth,
Cultivating love, the essence of both.
Garden of dreams, where hopes intertwine,
In the fertile soil of devotion, our love will shine.

Chapter four, a reflection of shared dreams,
Moonlit whispers and sun-kissed beams.
Hand in hand, we author our fate,
A love story destined, an eternal soulmate.

Chapter five, a symphony of shared delight,
Harmony resounding in the moonlit night.
Our love, a melody that time can't erase,
A crescendo of passion, an everlasting embrace.

In chapter six, through valleys and peaks,
Love's resilience, the foundation it seeks.
Together we conquer, together we stand,
Side by side, entwined hand in hand.

Turn the page to chapter seven's embrace,
Unveiling the beauty of love's lasting grace.
In quiet moments and whispers so sweet,
Our love story, an enchanting retreat.

Chapter eight, a tapestry complete,
Threads of love woven, a masterpiece so sweet.
Through trials and triumphs, we've come so far,
The Chapters of Our Love, a celestial star.

As the final chapters gently unfold,
Our love story, timeless and bold.
In the book of us, a legacy of love,
A tale written in the stars above.

As chapters unfold, weaving love's design,
The tapestry of us, radiant and divine.
Through every joy, through every tear,
The Chapters of Our Love – a forever premiere.

"Rise to Radiance: A Symphony of Confidence"

In shadows cast by doubt's cruel embrace,
A soul, underestimated, seeks its place.
Embrace the journey, let courage unfurl,
For within you, lies a majestic pearl.

Banish the whispers of insecurity's call,
Stand tall, like the mightiest tree stands tall.
Believe in the power that rests within,
Let self-love be the melody you spin.

In every flaw, find a unique grace,
Your essence, a masterpiece, time can't erase.
Chase away shadows, let confidence rise,
A phoenix ascending, claiming the skies.

Dare to dream, let ambition take flight,
You're a symphony, a beacon of light.
In every setback, find strength anew,
For greatness lies in the essence of you.

Embrace imperfections, they're strokes on your art,
A canvas of life, each piece a part.
Rise from the ashes of doubt's bitter sting,
Discover the anthem your heart wants to sing.

Through valleys of darkness, seek out the dawn,
In self-discovery, a rebirth is drawn.
You're a constellation in life's grand array,
Believe in yourself, let confidence sway.

In the mirror, see a reflection, bold and true,
A kaleidoscope of colors that make up you.
Shatter the doubts, let self-worth gleam,
You're more than a whisper, you're a triumphant scream.

Like a river that winds through the rugged terrain,
Forge your path, let resilience reign.
In the dance of life, find your own groove,
Confidence blossoms when you dare to move.

Celebrate victories, both big and small,
In self-love's embrace, stand proud, stand tall.
For in every trial, in every test,
You're a phoenix, resilient and blessed.

Embrace the scars, each one has a tale,
A testament to the storms you've set sail.
You're a novel, unfolding page by page,
Confidence blooms with wisdom and age.

—

a beautiful view
is what you are
you'll know what's true
you're like a star.

look up at the sky above
you'll see blue, a color to love
your eyes, your nose and lips
so tempting, give me that kiss.

flowers and you
are all the same
look at the mirror
you'll see what i mean.

don't hurt yourself
or the sky will turn grey
love yourself first
and everyone will stay.

a day with you
is a dream come true
pretty flower as i stare
you're a woman to care.

—

-🍍

Across My Sorrow

In shadows deep, where sorrow finds its home,
I tread the path of unwanted pain.
A twilight dance, where somber echoes roam,
Across my soul, a whispered, mournful strain.

The weeping willow, with its branches low,
Laments the tales of love that slipped away.
Each tear it sheds, a timeless ebb and flow,
Across my sorrow, where the heart will sway.

Yet, midst the darkness, blooms a fragile bloom,
A glimmer of hope, a flicker in the night.
Through tear-streaked skies, a moon begins to loom,
Across my sorrow, emerges gentle light.

So let this sorrow be a solemn plea,
For solace 'cross my sorrow's vast, dark sea.

—

"STRAWBERRY"

in a still valley, beyond the meadow,
a plant sprawls in the summery glow,
and the sweet scented clouds arise,
and touch sunset strawberry skies.

black diamond crowds on silken wings;
and daylight's exotic chorus sings,
sweetest blooms scent strawberry park,
and starlight magic is the even dark.

near the oaks, where the wind turns,
the roving brook babbles and churns,
lovely birds sing along to the silence,
as pale butterflies break the suspense.

besides the freshness of blooming trees,
there's abundance of wild strawberries;
and solemn sunflowers nod at their sun,
in their windswept, summertime run.

with golden taste and sour texture,
it has a view of a sunny azure,
wild days scream at the strawberry's bark,
and beautiful, scented shadows after dark.

-the end

—

-🍍

"A Hurtful Syndrome"

In the shadows where emotions sway,
A Hurtful Syndrome begins its play.
A silent ache, a heavy load,
A symphony of heartache, yet untold.

A syndrome etched in shades of blue,
Love's betrayal, a bitter hue.
Promises shattered, trust undone,
A painful saga, just begun.

The heart, a canvas bruised and worn,
A melody of sorrow, forlorn.
Yet within this poignant strife,
Resilience blooms, reclaiming life.

Through hurtful echoes, a strength unveiled,
A wounded spirit, love regaled.
In the syndrome's grip, a tale unfolds,
Of healing hearts and our story I hold.