Don’t Wake Me

I beg of you in the name of peace
To please not wake me and let me sleep
I need a quiet and a peaceful place
So please don’t wake me and let me sleep

I have too much problems, I can’t bear the weight
I need some escape and a good night’s sleep
I am tired and I need a rest
So please don’t wake me and let me sleep

I am broken and in pieces
So please don’t wake me and let me sleep
I am hurt and am still healing
So please don’t wake me and let me sleep

I have forgotten you so please don’t visit
The places in my dreams when I fall asleep
I might miss you and it will only hurt me
So please don’t wake me and let me sleep.

To the readers: Sometimes or often times sleep is the only place to rest, to slowly heal ourselves the place of comfort and escapade. So if you ever have problems or anxieties bothering you, try to get enough sleep. I’m not saying it will solve the problem. But it will clear your mind and help you in decision making. It’s the same in love, don’t ever wake a sleeping heart if you just want to have fun, don’t break it and care for it because love grows once fostered over time but don’t ever wake a sleeping heart.


When You Cried

It was the time that I fell in loved
My heart ached with yours
And a warm feeling was aroused
As I watch your tears overflow

Hey, I haven’t told you this
That you look pretty when you’re in tears
Somehow, although you’re broken
This image of you, had me falling

Your tears came down rolling
A never ending stream
Coming from your face cascading
A beautiful image of mourning

To the readers: Sometimes women looked really pretty when they cry, they have this charm that compels us console them to hug them in our embrace, to tell them everything will be okay and tell them they’re safe because we’re here. But sometimes we need to check what place we have in ourselves whether we have the right to do so or have the courage to do so. This poem is for the most beautiful girl who came to me crying and comfortably cried in my arms you are beautiful even if other tell you, you’re not.

My Home

Is where my heart is
The place where there is peace
and days are spent in bliss

But that place is now a fantasy
A mythical ideology
And a sorrowful symphony

As I stare into the space
All I see, is the future in haze
As I live in this place of emptiness


To the reader:  Good day! It’s been few weeks since I haven’t updated, was a bit busy with work and some personal decisions to make regarding my career.  So, about this poem, I always believe that home is where the heart is, for “home” as a context to me is a place of rest, where I can relax and be taken care of. Sometimes when we find the one that we love, we would take that as find a home of our own, I, for one believe in this idea. For wherever your heart is, your home will be there for it is there where I will rest my love and forever be happy. But what if we lost it? or is burned or destroyed by natural disaster? We’ll be lost, it’ll break us apart for it is there that we’ve built our foundation and everything that we love. Whether it be love, family or friends each and everyone of us creates a home we can go to. I don’t know if you’ve understand this, but home is where I am happy, where I’ll feel love and where all my love is.


Plain and unadorned
Simple and straight to the point
The things that you scorn
Are the abilities of my own

You’re words drop a bomb
To the still world I was on
You left me in destruction
By the words that you’ve thrown

You were the chief reason
The piece that change the motion
I was on a constant renovation
Innovating, designing and changing my own

You were the inspiration
A charismatic pandemonium
That lead me into this revolution
Of thoughts and mortal obsession

I was trying to be a clown
To make you happy on my own
You were my constant addiction
And I was drowning on my own.

To the readers: Hey! It’s the fourth of June, haven’t posted in a while, and this would be my first for this month :).

Sometimes love can make us do silly things, we treat the words from the one we love as a law or a decree from a high standing royalty that has to be followed, we follow these orders/wants from them, we change ourselves to what they like, from the completely boring person we are, we became what we are not, sometimes it is good to change but sometimes we need to keep a part of ourself to revert back where we are, so we can find ourselves if ever we lost ourselves or break into pieces. The story of this poem is about how love changes a person and how determined love is :).

One Sided

I was normal but incomplete
I have everything but without you near
I was like a pot, perfect, but have nothing in it
I was lacking life, to cherish and adore

I have eyes but I can’t see
I was looking at things wrongly
I was only thinking of you and me
And not the possibility if it was me you see

I had two hands but was touching nothing
I meant to hold you in an endless embrace
I wanted to show you that love is a bliss
Sometimes short-lived but true love is undying

I had two ears but I can’t hear
That your heart beating for me was unreal
I was under a spell so cruel
It was making me think that forever was real

To the reader: One sided love,often refers to a person who is deeply in love with another person who does not feel the same way. This kind of love is the hardest and the saddest. How can you fall in love with someone you can’t have? But still wish for their own happiness, if that person gets hurt you’d get hurt too. This is, in all it’s emotional complexity is one aspect of love that’s so enchanting and mind blowing. It can make a hard-headed person yield and the weak strong. So keep faith that love is real, even though its complex and destructive it is still magical, it heals the brokenhearted and completes the lonely person. At one point in time not all love are given are to be reciprocated after all it is more blessed to give than to receive. 🙂 smile! keep loving.

I kept it in

Like a thief afraid to be caught
I hide my emotions so no one can sought
And look into my innermost thoughts
To find the feelings forgotten and lost

This was how I was taught,
By myself, that being fragile is naught
Because I was once fragile and soft
And am now broken into pieces and lost

Because I was the one who thought
That you were the one that I sought
But your were just a fleeting shadow
A phantom that has become a ghost

And so I kept in the most
And never ever let it show
Because I’m afraid that I will burst
If my feelings are disclosed


You’re on the stage clad
in the best gown in town while
Mom and Dad smiles wide

I wanted to say congratulations to my sister for graduating this year, congrats! You’re now on the way to being a teacher, I hope that whoever child you teach you plant in them the seed of curiosity to learn, to seek learning is the most wonderful thing you can teach and teach them how to love everyone around them, not just in text but teach them through actions. I know the road is uncertain but relax you’re on for something thrilling, let’s roll and God Bless you, congrats!