Growing Up, poem, Poetry, reality, thoughts

(1 verse, 4 lines) – #19

Humans only change when they reach the precipice.
When they get to the lowest point throughout their life,
Things start to shift and they either become the best,
Or fail the life changing test and be bound to strife.

Alone, Depression, loneliness, lonely, poem, Poetry, reality, sad childhood

(1 verse, 4 lines) – #13

Since I was a child, my growth has been spurred by sorrow.
Now that I’ve grown, I’ve lost more than I could borrow.
Seems I am bound to a demon’s path and tomorrow,
I’ll face the day with only me and my shadow.

animal welfare awareness, Cebu, poem, Poetry, Questions about life, reality, selfishness, War, World Peace

Let’s Stop and Think


I look at a world in disarray.
I stare at a world with such dismay.
Will there ever come a peaceful day?
Will all of our heartaches truly go away?

I ask the human species, will this nightmare end?
How long must we kill ourselves before we become friends?
Is this madness something we cannot apprehend?
Can’t we just heal each other’s wound and make amends?

How many innocent lives must suffer in our chaotic ways?
Why can’t we just discuss things in a peaceful way?
Is violence truly inevitable and do we not have a say?
Can’t we decline war and utter the word nay?

How many more animals must go extinct?
Can’t we simply pause for a minute to stop and think?
Can’t we ponder about the after effects if we push them to the brink?
What would happen to the world if they were gone in a blink?
We’ll die along with them and wouldn’t that stink?

It’s funny how we named our species “wise man.”
In reality, we are foolish creatures who think we own this land.
We are smart, but not too smart to come up with a plan.
A plan that makes us help each other hand to hand.

Let’s open our eyes and look at what really matters.
Let’s accept that all of us are one, there are no others.
What matters is the life of this world and the life of all who lives in it.
Because this world is our home and only by sharing it,
Will we finally find a way to stop our destructive habit.

climate change, global warming, poem, Poetry, reality

Torrid Humid, Weather Swelter

Something is wrong,
Something isn’t right.
Like the heat is too strong
And the sun shines too bright.

I remember when I was kid,
When playing and eating was all I ever did.
It wasn’t this freaking hot.
Right now, I feel like I’m inside a boiling pot.

Here in Cebu, the temperature is very humid.
90 degrees Fahrenheit, yes this true.
If we convert that to Celsius, as I what I did,
The equivalent number is around 32.

Now take a look at those numbers, alright?
And tell me what do you conclude.
You think people here are burning, right?
You probably think the heat forced us to go nude.

You might think this is a joke,
Made by some dimwit bloke.
I wish I was telling you this inside a comedy booth.
But this is really an inconvenient truth.

The world’s global temperature is indeed rising.
That’s why reports of heat stroke are also increasing.
That’s why the ice on the poles are constantly melting.
That’s why arctic creatures are slowly dying.

The average temperature on all land and ocean surfaces
Has warmed to 0.85 degrees Celsius.
That’s 1.53 degrees in Fahrenheit
And that’s a rising number we should fight.

If global warming continues,
It’s not just the animals who will perish soon.
Every living being on Earth will be doomed.
All thanks to humanity’s abuse.

Sea levels will rise and the soil will die.
Vegetation won’t grow no matter how hard we try.
Potable drinking reservoirs will soon go dry.
Almost all life on this planet will undergo extinction,
As we slowly die from hunger and dehydration.

Future generations will have nothing left
Except for a barren place.
A world abandoned to a state of bereft.
A world that has clearly fallen from grace.

Is this the kind of legacy we want to leave?
Is this the kind of thing we wish to pass on?
We wouldn’t want our offsprings to suffer, I believe.
That’s why we must move and take action!

If we truly want to save our existence,
We have to take care of Mother Earth.
If we continue to be negligent and dense,
We end up losing the planet of our birth.

change in people, Giving Up, honesty, messy relationships, poem, Poetry, reality, Youth

What Happened To Me?

I wonder what happened to me, not to us.
We’ve fought a lot as we travelled inside this bitter-sweet bus.
We’ve experienced every emotion it has to offer us.
From feelings of anxiety and fuss,
To feelings of love and lust.

It has been a crazy ride
as we tumble and rise against the tide.
And even though times can get pretty rough,
I regret nothing and I do not regret our love.

But I do question some things from time to time.
Like what happened to me all this time?
Have I changed so much that I didn’t notice it?
I’m beginning to question the mirror and the person inside it.

I’ve been asking myself about what I truly feel.
Like how is it that I love you, but why does it seem unreal?
How is it that I love you, but I’m not crazy about you anymore?
How is it that I hate you, but at the same time someone I adore?

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not choosing other people over you.
Trust me when I say that my love for you is stronger than ten to the power of two.
And I haven’t fallen in love with someone else or anything of that sort.
And if someone else fell in love with me,
All they’d get is my “NO” and abrupt retort.

I love you so much even words can’t describe it.
But I’m not crazy in love the way you are to me.
I wouldn’t really fret about it even a bit,
But I found this “crazy in love” a problem you see.

If I’m going to be honest, I feel bad about myself.
Like how am I not crazy about you when you’re the person I love the most?
I’m like your symbiotic parasite and you are my host.
Yet why am I not head over heels for you and that’s why I am at a loss.

Loss for words on how to justify what I feel.
If I’m not crazy for you, then how can I prove that my love is real?
Maybe that’s why we still haven’t compromised after six long years.
Maybe that’s why we still bicker about the same things I tire to hear.

I hate myself for not being able to love you back like I should.
I wish I can be an expressive lover like you, I really wish I could.
That way, you’ll stop doubting my love and everything would be good.
But I am not like that and I loathe myself because I’m not doing what a “good lover” should.

But despite all of my shortcomings, you’re still here to stay.
You’re still with me and you always make it a point to call me everyday.
I know I should be happy, but I’m honestly not.
I feel like everything is welling up towards a sickening plot.

You have been a very good partner and you’re the best one I’ve had so far.
But I can’t help but think that you and I are not on par.

I don’t deserve someone like you, I don’t deserve the love you have to give.
An amazing, beautiful and loving person like you shouldn’t be trapped to live
In this shitty life and with a shitty guy like me.
That’s why every so often when I pray,
I ask God to take you away
And find you someone else who is worthy.
I pray to God that you’ll find someone better than me.

Broken Hearted, Depression, messy relationships, poem, Poetry, reality, tired of people

I Can’t Take This Anymore

Do you know what it feels to be ripped apart?
Like having your guts turned inside out?
I bet you never experienced the truest feeling of a broken heart.
How could you feel it, when you’re the one constantly dishing out.

Dishing out pain and misery, making ourselves gloomy.
You claim that those thoughts just come out and you can’t control it.
Like the rising tides, for you those emotions are a part normality.
Though I knew you were consumed by your chaotic habits,
I still mistook your insanity as a thing of beauty.

But now I see that this just can’t be.
I can’t live with you and you can’t live with me.
A life with you would only be a tragedy
And I would sacrifice temporal bliss to become genuinely happy.

You see me as the one at fault, you see me as the enemy.
You see me as the one who corrupted your joyful memory.
You see me as the one who caused you so much envy.
You see me as the one who betrayed your trust as a partner and family.

You keep bringing up the past as if those memories could last.
Yet you seem to have forgotten a simple fact you don’t want to grasp.
The fact that you control what your mind entertains.
You can’t control what comes to it, but you can choose which thoughts to keep or flush down the drain.

You keep on demonizing me for mistakes that weren’t even that bad.
You keep complaining about your heartache and that I’m just like my dad.
You keep on killing me with the words you say.
Yet you act like you’re the one who’s the victim every single day.

It’s not like I cheated on you and had sex with someone else.
Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re a scorpio which makes you super intuitive, right?
So answer me this, how many times have I, without a doubt cheated, do you have a guess?
The answer is zero, you poisonous arachnid trite.

Yeah I talk to girls and yes, I’ve sent a text message to a girl with a kiss.
Now I’m not trying to cover myself, but to be fair,
She was my best friend’s nephew and I simply thought of her as a little sis.
It’s not like I had a plan to bang her, like that would be disgusting.
I’d feel like I was having sex with my best dude like brokeback mountain.
But we’re not done yet, oh you still have some flair.
You even took the liberty to say you spoiled my unfaithful intentions as if it was there.

Well now it’s time to shut up girl, I’m tired of your nagging.
It’s time we faced the music because we had this one coming.
We tried to fix it and there were times we thought we could.
But this never ending cycle is the biggest proof that we’re better off alone as we should.

Alone, Depression, poem, Poetry, reality

Reality Inside A Frame

I want to paint you a picture
Of a boy who have lost his way.
He frantically searches for a trail every day.
A trail that would lead to a better future,
But he is always greeted by dismay.

The picture shows the boy on his knees.
His body is covered by wounds and bruises.
His sunken eyes show he is fatigued,
As he gasps for air while he breathes.

The backdrop shows nothing but trees,
Trees engulfed by darkness.
The ground is covered by blood and feces,
While the sky offers no hope of brightness.

In this dark and damp limbo he is in,
He desperately struggles to survive and win.
But the world he lives in is a cruel one.
A world that leaves him on the run.

Deaths occur everywhere, from here to there.
It is a sadistic world where no one is spared.
A world that offers no help or care.
A world that revolves around chaos and despair.

Does this sound familiar to you?
Do you feel like you’re inside this world too?
Do you feel like the boy in the picture is you?
Do you think the world in the frame is true?

I want to paint you a picture
Of a boy who lost his way.
A boy who could be anybody,
It could be you or me.
A boy who struggles everyday
To grasp a better future,
Only to be greeted by dismay.