Paparazzi

I spy the most beautiful girl in front of me

I spy her who is only filled with cruelty

I spy all the things I want to see

I spy not her imperfections that truly makes a human filled w/ beauty

I spy not the reality of my stupidity which forced to be full of cruelty

Bucket List

1. I wish to see the northern aurora, the prettiest flora and fauna

2. I wish to sail the seven seas, and explore the undersea

3. I wish to venture to outer space, and tour the most exotic places

4. I wish to live in a house called home, and raise a happy family

5. I wish to do all these things with you

 

Unanimous

I am a man of many personalities, both simple and complex

 

There’s me who favor cats with their irresistible charm and personality

Me who treats dogs, birds, rodents – all animals alike, with care

 

Me who’s obsessive, organized, and complete neat-freak

Me who’s, lazy, messy, and absolutely unseemly

 

Me who drinks a glass of warm milk after a meal

Me who feels hyper after a bottle of carbonated drink

 

Me who’s recluse, silent and patient

Me who’s short-tempered, scary and impulsive

 

And me who’s surprised with all the other me with many still unaccounted for yet no less complex – or more simple – than the others.

 

Yet, strangely enough, with all of the me in constant conflict

There’s a single point all of me agrees with,

 

That is, ‘I Love You’

Untouched Present

I gave you all I could think of presenting the moment I met you

I gave you my love, my word, my time

 

And at the end of the day you had my everything

You had my love left unnurtured, whithering, waiting for a shower of affection rarer than even the rarest thing

You had my words forgotten, promises, broken, and vows unkept

You had my time unmoving, never even ticking, kept at the past, not even to the present, yet hoping for the future

At the end of the day, you had my everything

 

The start of a new day, and still you have my everything

You have my love that knows no love

My words unspoken

My time never taken

 

I love you, though I do not know how to love you

I have a picture of words to tell you, yet I do not know how to speak to you

I have all the time in the world for you, but not a single second with you

TV-depicted Mouse

You know what?

 

You are like cheese, you stink the longer you are stored

You show of sides I’ve never known before

Sides I would find disagreeable, unlikable

Things irksome such as OCD, mood swings, and appetite

 

Yet because you are like cheese,

I only become happier the more I know of these peculiarities

Because, doesn’t that  mean that I get to know more about the one I love?

For just like cheese, you can only get better the longer I spend time with you

And I can only learn to love your OCD, mood swings, and appetite

Tinted Glasses

“It is not a risk you have to take, but an opportunity you grab

Not a problem, but a challenge

Not vanity, but self-respect

Not tears to express pain, but tears that form from the pain let go

Not crazy, but genius

Not stupid, but simple

Not failure that will be a stigma, but lesson learned to achieve success

Not thin, but slender

Not fat, but healthy

Not fuming at you with wrath, but angry at your mistakes

Not unsociable, but silent

Not ugly, but unique

Not I’m in love with you, but I love you

Not me and you, but we

Not impossible, but I’m possible

You do not need to change yourself, all you need is to change your view.”

You

People often seem to misconstrue;
Though it’s true that its because of you
That I write my poems  both lovely and a tad sad blue

People often seem to misunderstand;
Though its true that I have lost my self unable to stand
That I write with an aching heart and a shaking hand

People should now know that because of you,
I lost the worst parts of myself thanks to you,
My heart only ached because it learned to beat for you,
I have only learned to write inspired by you.

Shattered

Here lies my broken heart
Spread out over the ground

Yet it still aches though its crushed
Yet it still beats though its cracked

Yes… Its scattered pieces still loves you
Through all the pain its gone through

Obsession

Other people have hobbies,
Playing games, reading books, listening to music…

Leisurely past times for pleasure and relaxation,
Collecting rare items, dancing, singing…

Other people have hobbies.
But me? The only hobby, past time, passion that I have.
Is you.