Twitch

Twitch

if only i could be that one wicked witch
with vicious power to use so i could twitch
the hands of time and go back to how it was
when ours was just a love to hate or pass.

it wasn’t long ago that we made a pact
never to say goodbye regardless of the impact
of the fight, of the argument, of the disagreement
so forgive me if i don’t understand why we have come to an end.

i wish i could twitch the hands of time
back when i knew you were not mine
and all i have was just a bunch of memories
of how it used to be back in the days.

i wish i could go back in time
when i have nothing but just
a vague memory of you.

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Again

Again

you want answers to your never-ending questions
you want clarity as to why things happened the way they happened
would it really matter now if i gave you answers to your questions?
would it make a difference if we cleared the air directly after years?

time heals all wounds, they say, but it’s obviously never true for us
the wounds you kept for my unannounced departure
the wounds i kept for your unwanted and agonizing silence
the wounds we kept haunt us, no matter what.

it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all
well, Tennyson might take offense if i say what good is love
if you can’t have it all by yourself, call yours and yours alone
what good is love if it will leave you hurt, broken, and in pain?

true love, great love; they say you never get to forget, come what may
i damn will agree, for despite the wound, despite the pain
despite the hurt, despite the brokenness, i sure know without a doubt
i love you with all my heart, with all my mind, with all that i am
from the very start, and i’m petrified ’till my last breath.

‘cos truth is, it’s that easy-breezy stupendous feeling
that makes me
wanna jump off the trail again, forget the “what ifs”
and “what happens” next
let go of the hurts and the pains, release all the tensions and apprehensions
‘cos truth is, i only get to feel this with you
so, let’s dive in and be crazy in love.

again.

For Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
https://amanpan.blog/2022/10/18/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-stupendous-october-18-2022/

I Guess You Didn’t Mean

I Guess You Didn’t Mean

i know i’m not perfect, but how could you let her attack me

with her unfounded allegations and accusations, i was beaten

i guess you didn’t mean what you wrote in that poem ’bout me

“i will keep you from people, tears, and harm” what changes then?

i know i’m not perfect, but i never felt this way, so how could you

i thought we’ve agreed this is just between the two of us

but you hurt me, and you two took it all against me i was blue

you probably want some air out but look what it did to us?

i know it’s been a while, and i’m just tired; how could you

how could you let her attack and question me

and i just could imagine how you seemed so okay

now that she completely blew a hole in me

i know i’m not perfect, but how could you ever let her

i guess you didn’t mean what you wrote in that poem ’bout me

“i will keep you from someone who makes you cry”

i guess you really didn’t mean it, or was it just me?

i know i’m not perfect, but how could you let her attack me

i guess you didn’t mean what you wrote in that poem ’bout me

how dare you want to move on while i am here alone 

wondering how to make it up to you.

i know i’m not perfect; how could you share space with her 

and let me drown in pain

how could you let me die in silence while you were trying to move on?

i know you’ll never be sorry, but you gave me your words

you promised me.

God, i wished you knew how you’ve hurt me

i wished you felt how i agonized alone in my sleep

maybe, you’ll never know, you’ll never know ‘cos i guess you never cared.

i wished i had not opened that door and read the note you gave

i guess you didn’t mean what you wrote in that poem ’bout me

“i will keep you from someone who makes you cry”

“i will keep you from people, tears, and harm.” 

i guess you didn’t mean what you wrote in that poem ’bout me

i just can’t imagine how you’d be so okay now that i am agonizing.

p.s.

WP is messing up with my form….(sigh) this is not how i want the form should be. but WP is just making is so hard for me… (double sigh)

for Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Situation 2

The doorbell rings, and your character answers it – finding nothing but an envelope with nothing on it. They open it and follow the instructions.

“It Ain’t Winning If Without You” is officially an “all-time Amazon Best-Selling Book” (not even in n” New Release” category) in less than 24 hours of the pre-order release announcement.

Amazon All Time Best – Seller Rank:

4 in Poetry About Death

(i am 2 spots away from the brilliant Rupi Kaur, how amazing)

29 in Family Poetry

51 in Death, Greif, Loss Poetry

As I was writing this post, my editor sent me an updated list, and it’s now officially #1 Amazon Best-Seller in less than 24 hours, pre-order only.

Amazon New Release Category Best-Seller Rank

1 in Poetry About Death

2 in Poetry About Family

THANK YOU, MY WP FAMILY, FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT, ESPECIALLY TO IVOR, SADJE, AND REENA, FOR WRITING THE FOREWORDS.

TO ALL WHO PRE-ORDERED THANK YOU SO MUCH

click this link https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B97LPC38?ref_=pe_3052080_276849420

Mendiola

Mendiola

 i’ve fallen in love with how chaotic Manila,

 the city where for most Filipinos, dreams do come true.

 the busy streets with their inexplicable traffic are a lovely photograph in my eyes.

 there is the daily grind and mayhem in Recto, the iconic lane where students converged, creating what we call human traffic, ’twas for me poetry in motion.

 the collective honking sound of the cars, a soothing lullaby to my ears.

 the unique vibrant colors worn by young men and women, a representation of which University they belong to.

 somewhere along the iconic Mendiola bridge, where the famous 1987 Mendiola massacre happened, is a University.

 a University where brilliant doctors, nurses, and public figures were born, even Amazon’s best-selling poet graduated.

 oh, i could spend all day long remembering and reminiscing how it all started, a love story no one ever expected.

 right at the heart of Manila in the busy street of Recto along the corner of the iconic Mendiola bridge.

 a chaotic city, a busy street, an iconic bridge, a famous university, a love story.

 why is it my love, that when i look at you

 all i wanna do is melt in your arms and fall in love all over again?

Note:

 Mendiola is one of the most iconic streets in the busy City of Manila, Philippines.

for Davids Weekly challenge:

August To Remember

August To Remember

August my dear
is the eight month of the year
where there is so much fun in the sun
in the Northern Hemisphere
as they wait for summer to end
and hope for the coming
of autumn with love and gratitude
just as how much i desire to hold you
close to my heart, for i love you, my dear
you are like summer, filled with passion
warm love and blazing compassion
yet gentle as a summer breeze
you are my lovely falling autumn leaves
longing for a cozy winter rest
and without further ado, i say
let August be the month we remember
how our love has weathered the test of time
the test of life’s cruel circumstances
i know we’ll make it
i believe we will
let this be another
August to remember.

For d’Verse

This week over at d’Verse Poetics, we were asked by Sanaa aka (adashofsunny) to write a poem about August, which doesn’t always get the recognition it deserves.

If you wanna join the fun, head over to this link for more details:

https://dversepoets.com/

On A Tuesday

This poem was inspired by a comment made by Reena (https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/) in my previous post, “On A Monday.” Here’s what happens on a Tuesday.

On A Tuesday

i know you’re probably somewhere
having coffee out of bare necessity
to get by the day’s grind and be fair
to yourself, you need a break; enjoy.

so here i am in my crazy weird thoughts
wishing i could be that cute coffee mug
your holding now, so i get closer to your lips
how i want to feel the warmth of your hug.

so here i am in my crazy weird thoughts
wishing i could be that pretty lady flirting
taking your orders in her widest smiles
how i want to see, your response beaming.

i know you’re probably out somewhere
taking a break from the hustle and bustle
of life’s melodramatic exuberant fanfare
please take care wherever you are.

‘cos baby, here i am
in my crazy weird thoughts
you’re probably out somewhere but
in a place, we used to go to for a coffee

on a
Tuesday afternoon.

Again

Again

i thought i’m healed from all the wounds of my bruised days
but today i was reminded that only scars heal; wounds don’t; they never will
and you know what’s funny? you reminded me of them one by one,  every pain, every trauma
it takes one great love to ease down my brokenness
sadly though, that same great love cuts the same wound deeper, more painful
now i’m left waiting to heal my own
again.

👉my 7th Poetry book, “It Ain’t Winning If Without You,” releasing 15th August, worldwide on all platforms and in all formats.

👉This is my response to A. J.’s prompt guidelines

• Write a poem of no more than 12 lines;

• It must include the word “waiting”

W3 Prompt #13: Wea’ve Written Weekly

I Do

Here is my whimsical take on this week’s poetry challenge by Eugi (Moon-washed weekly challenge)

I am using the word prompt “dramatic”…to say…

I Do

i just wanna say, “i do”
i don’t need a grand hair updo
or a stunning glam team
that would make me look like a queen.

i just wanna say, “i do”
i don’t need a dramatic dress though
or an awe-inspiring long trail veil
that would make me look like a character from a folktale.

i just wanna say “i do”
even if it would be just me and you
for i don’t need an ensemble of people, i don’t know
or a magnificent gymnasium venue.

i just wanna say “i do”
no need for a melodramatic
full symphony entrance
the ’80s hit love song would do
sang or played on a piano.

i just wanna say “i do”
with you and you alone, i do
so baby, tell me will i wait in blue
in anticipation with glee?

‘cos i just wanna say “i do, i do”
and let the whole world melt
with my vow of undying love for you.

Life River

“will this life river still run as smoothly as it used to,
or will it die fast after your departure?”

all the storms there just hit me the hardest
all the sunshine of the morning was taken abruptly away from me
all the grief in the world was laid perfectly down upon me
no amount of rainbow-colored sky could brighten up this day.

the storm just flooded the river of my heart with despair
my once vibrant reflection has now turned into a brutally distorted zombie
my once lively colors have now turned gray with sorrow
no amount of positive thoughts could make me want for tomorrow.

Rivers of Tears

Rivers of Tears

shed a million rivers of tears ‘cos i’m missing you, dear

there are times when holding on doesn’t anymore count on

so i took refuge and snug on at the comfort of what i could embrace right now

because for now, it’s all that i have and nothing else

nothing else can make me stop and shed a million rivers of tears.

what would you do if i say it’s killin’ me to be out here somewhere

where i lay my head at night silently sobbing for it’s in your arms, i wanna be

what would you say to my grieving heart

what would you do to make me stop

shed a million rivers of tears?

all i can do is hold on here to something i don’t know what

all i can do is hang on to the thinnest piece of thread that’s connecting us

all i can do is believe in the mere fact that i love you and that love alone will help me make it through

all i can do is trust in the process and the power of the universe

all i can do is hope for a future where there won’t be a distant mile away between you and me.

but for now, my dear, let me shed a million rivers of tears

for that’s the best i can do to lull myself to bed and wish for a goodnight’s sleep

shed a million rivers of tears

’till it’s over.

for Sadje’s WDYS