i wish he would
see me, in sea of crazy as waves of uncertain crashed over and still be with me i wish he would
look at me, amidst all the worldly beauty and still call me the most beautiful he has ever seen even at my ugliest i wish he would
hold me, as the world rejects me and stay there as time flies by as the wind carries my cries i wish he would
i wish he still would how i dream he still would even as i wake up
i wished he would
I write you this poem
of my lapses of momentary sadness of the time the world feels sad and heavy of words that I would left unsaid as I stare unto the blankness of my room
as the darkness blankets my wall as the sunsets as I lay there, in bed, wet from the tears Continue reading “lapses of sadness”
Google Images It was as if the world wept
to those we lost to those who suffered and to those yet to meet their fate it cried as if the world would hear
of it earthly pains of how it slowly burns of how it suffered in silence Continue reading “Rainy Day Blues”
Photo by Bruce Reyes-Chow on Pexels.com I dream of making billions
living in palatial houses wearing gold and diamond not these hand-me-downs rag I dream of Versailles
of Buckingham of Hermitage living in lapses of luxury and glamour left to wander aimlessly
from Valentino to Dior Chanel to Yves Saint Laurent never bothered to look at tags Continue reading “until when”
is the unbridled beauty of the universe
endless, vast and never ceasing it is the uncharted journey that god coerced and the capitalist keeps on capatalising still I see the faces of the dead
of Achilles and Patroclus of Alexander and Hephaestion of Sappho and her nameless lovers but it is the tragedy of us
is what they truly sell once the beautiful uncertainty of us crumbles to dust we now ride this carousel to hell Continue reading “the concept of us”
Google Images we were the doomed lover
the ones whose story was over before it started whose love was casted off by society whose love was forbidden in the darkness of the night was our cover
we were the ones whose loved in a van whose love has surpassed any entity the ones whose love was hidden Continue reading “the doomed lovers”
Illustrated by Claire Donasco love lost
love found was to me profound like devious hounds love tossed
love crossed a thing he glossed a love he bragged Continue reading “l’amour que j’avais”
Photo by Wallace Chuck on Pexels.com of all that I've gathered
are now lost and forgotten was it because i was forsaken or have i taken them for granted had they soared the skies
had they hid in lies
drowned by the babies cries
or was this a plan they did devise
Continue reading “where do words go?”
Photo by mikoto.raw on Pexels.com I cry
not because I'm sad not because I'm mad but because I'm glad I cry
because he's not mine because he's not worth the time that he's just a dime in a dozen Continue reading “burnt out love”
Photo by George Becker on Pexels.com we in the sands we had to grovel
as they preach their falsehood the lies were their gospel for where were the heroes that once stood united in our silent resistance
as they shower in their twisted brilliance never our defiance shall die Continue reading “False Kings and Harlot Queens”
Photo by Lucas Pezeta on Pexels.com my mind lives on the edge of reality
barely hanging on living in a state of duality that goes on in an eon sometimes a prince
with sheer competence sometimes a writer with a will of a gladiator Continue reading “Unburdened”
Illustrated by Claire Donasco the days were hot
our brains left to rot minutes felt like an eternity as we lose our virility as the world starts to burn
our lives now overturn the magic we lost the earth is now exhaust Continue reading “the mundane”
gray skies, overhead
messages left unread winds, strong blew past wishing our love would last
flowers withered, before they bloomed
oh, how i assumed your love withdrawn now gone
only memories of you left
a love that i would heft promises now remain unkept tear stained images of you now swept
a new day to start anew…
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scorching mid afternoon skies
the sun on almost noon strong bitter taste of lies swell my cup like a balloon
coffee shops and cafes is now where i dwell
mugs and tea cups will earn my fill of coffee, tea and maybe ecstasy as i dwell on my mind with childish fantasies
of knights and their adventures
of unknown worlds they would venture wishing that i would too but for now its just another cold brew…
Illustration by Claire Donasco
a love forgotten
a love forsaken a union that was hasten oh, how it quickly fallen
a love that turned sour
the you used to devour a love that you used to harbor now closed, in need of a new master
like winter that turned to spring
flowers bloomed, and bird would sing love you lost, is love i found a new song now is crowned
the flowers wilted
a lover jilted like rust corroded or love that eroded
worn away by time
and nothing sublime filled with tear and fear oh, how you would leer
we now, separated
how you exalted now covered with lovers for i still haven’t recovered
i’m so tired
but still wired, to you as i lay awake amidst the quake
In the wake
of the break all I’ve felt is heartache who knew it was a mistake
like a film, i hoped for a remake
a world that i could dictate i’m so tired of the same old shit a different guy, but not one to commit
a story with the same edit
a love that I discredit to be so in love but so naive
so, so tired still
hoping that this would be the end
lips that pucker
so sweet as apple pie images of me kissing you would occur that i wish you would comply it was all for naught for you, i was a passing thought overwrought, with distraught… for i still hang unto your words like a life vest clinging unto it, unlike the rest beneath the waves you laid it to rest.
rain reminds me of you.
a gentle stream of raindrops a cool breeze that drifts over a steady strum of the piano
I like to think I’m over you,
but I’m still not, over you. Ours was long over due, for ours, others believed it was taboo.
But fuck you…
it was you, who thought we were through love, loyalty, wasn’t the issue. it was the hate of others that it ensue.
you had to bid adieu,
you cant stand the people around you who talk, stare and whisper. so you left me to wander. still on rainy days reminds me of you…
I wholeheartedly believed ours was forever.
It was actually another Greek tragedy,
something we need to sever,
for both, we were the casualty.
Ending it, was like the end of eternity.
It was nothing but a catastrophe,
blinded by our own vanity,
that was filled with ecstasy.
Now, both in agony.
Deluded in our own fantasy,
for the sake of our sanity.
Our love a travesty…
we said the words,
but our love was shallow,
just one with the herd,
for we were nothing but callow.
we were nothing but a phase,
thrilled by the chase.
but it was nothing but haste,
leaving us in distaste.
maybe, one day,
in some Parisian cafe.
away from the dismay,
and sad cliches.
In the light of day
and darkness of the night
I always think of you
Cliche and all that
My heart would stop
Leaving me breathless
As the golden strings of time
Fade into the night
Continue reading “Loveless Sunsets”
Sometimes I feel that I am not real
Just a figment of my someones imagination
That this reality is but an illusion
That was created by their own delusions
That whatever I do
To someone else’s dream
Continue reading “The Birdcage”
It started with my BFF’s ex
And someone I met through a text
But they didn’t last very long Continue reading “To all the boys I loved”
I’ve always imagined my first work experience would be somewhere classy or high end like in a popular magazine company where people would die for to work there. Somehow like Runway from Devils Wears Prada and I can be the next Andy Sachs, who kind of nearly kills herself in the process just too please people like Miranda Priestly. Maybe not exactly like the movie, maybe the company but not the evil boss.
Looking back two summers before, when I’ve gotten my first job. I went out to look for my first working experience. Even if I really didn’t know what to do, what say or what wear at that point. In my mind I kept on thinking, damn. Would they even hire me? I mean who would hire me? Who would hire a college undergraduate with basically no work experience in the business? Does my shirt have stains? Do I look decent? Should I leave? But that’s for another post.
Continue reading “The Quest for Work: Job Hunting (Expectations vs. Reality)”