Saturday, July 24, 2010

I will write it all down

I will write it all down
Until it bleeds
I will write it all down
Until the bleeding stops

I will write it all down
I will write in rhymes
I will write it all down
And rhymes it may not

From sunrise to sundown
From beginning to end
How it all started with bliss
And how it ended in pain

I will write it in lines
I will write it in verses
Until you realize
That I actually make sense

I will write it all down
That’s what I will do
Writing it all down
‘til I get through to you

July 25, 2010
11:57 am
Angeles City

Because I need to breathe...

I never found myself
surrounded by so much smoke
the one the comes from a stick
that comes with the faintest light
I used to walk away
or just pretend I don't care
but now I inhale it all
straight from the stick with the faintest light
and while immersed in this curtains
I can breathe and think as well
I can write as I fill the air
with nicotine and a very bad smell
but because I need to breathe
and I need to be relaxed
the very thing that I despise
has kept me company on those late nights

July 24, 2010
6:48 am
Angeles City

*written online, as is

Saturday, July 17, 2010

I am not a poet

I am not a poet
I am poetry

verses flow through me
like blood flows through my veins
I hold not
I keep not
no matter
how hard I try

emotions burst into verses

it doesn't matter
how nonsensical they may be
they flow out because
they have a life of their own

poetry lives through me
I am not a poet
I am poetry

July 18, 2010
8:57 am
Angeles City

Sunday, July 11, 2010

One-word poetry: Zombie







July 12, 2010
7:41 am
Angeles City

Saturday, July 3, 2010

I am...

I am a poet.
I express my thoughts in lines and verses.
My aim has always been to express and not to impress
I write not what others want to see, hear, or read
I write because it's what I want to say...
based on my present state of mind
my present state of being.

I am me
I never meant to please
nor do intend to despise or disappoint
I do not need that carpet rolled out
but please, spare me the tomatoes

It doesn't get any simpler, really
you can always look away
when what you're reading isn't a pleasure
there's better literature out there
much better

because when you're here
you can't expect anything but emotions

it's what I am... it's what I do
it's how I existed

pouring out my thoughts and feelings
happiness... sadness... frustrations
and a lot of wishful thinking

but in whatever mood they may be
they are always sincere

this is me
this is what I am

July 4, 2010
8:57 a.m.
*written online... as is*