The Lover Boy

A charm he is

you can’t repel

better take another route

if his temptation you must avoid

your dream he will be

your fantasy to reality he will bring

your language he will speak

your sentiments he’ll share.

A chameleon, he can walk in any shoes

watch out, he might be in a garden near you

so as you search for tasty fruits and attractive flowers

remember you could just be attracting your own gloom

because you’re not the only one searching for him

and you’re not guaranteed of keeping him.

The Novel Man Ruined Us

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Now I’m a liar
a cheat
a pretender
a shit
do you remember
my plea
for us to be
in peace
like it is
at the bank of the sea
where the cool breeze
blows softly
or roughly sometimes;
whispering sweet melody
to listening ears like the trees’
But a chance I wasn’t given
to show you true romance
not even from a distance
yet you used the guy
in the novel for an instance.
I could never have been
the novel man
neither can I have his passion
but in my heart’s little mansion
you were the queen
with no objection
still the novel man you wanted
so his persona I acted
offering fake passion
to soothe your hunger for perfection.
You wouldn’t have called me
a liar, a cheat,
a pretender or a shit
if you had seen
that love comes in different flavors
and me and the novel man
can’t bring same savor.

For One Stop Wednesday, week 1

On The Road To Suicide

On the road to suicide
I saw people oppressed, depressed and suppressed;
On the road to suicide
I saw people who had never succeeded in life;
On the road to suicide
I saw people who had nothing to live for;
On the road to suicide
I saw people who made me shed tears.

On the road to suicide
I saw people who had lost everything;
On the road to suicide
I saw people who were living without hope;
On the road to suicide
I saw people who wished they were me;
On the road to suicide
I saw people who prayed they were never on this road.

On the road to suicide
I realized I was a fool
On the road to suicide
I realized I had something to live for
On the road to suicide
I made a promise to myself
that never will I come back again
On this road to suicide.


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