My Original Poems

seemed ordinary, but not,

there seemed to be an

unspoken bond.

Between them, but

not to us, their owners,

until we heard one bark

at the other.

As if saying, "Come home,

come back to us, we

are your home, not

them."

Pack of Family.

Horrors lingering in my shadows, awaiting for an attack.

Anxiety.

Hey there, every body! I am not dead, I am pretty much alive. I just haven't posted in a long time because I have work and I ran out of inspiration and I'm out here looking for good angst prompts since that's my mood lately. Yes, I'm hoping that that'll change for the better soon. Also, I'm diagnosed with a mental health disorder so please bear with me.

will my time come for

me to find true love?

He and I had the time

of our lives, we would

laugh like it's just us.

We would cuddle like

the world's not cruel

enough for us.

But then things changed,

so he and I had to go

our separate ways.

I miss the memories,

that I can't deny,

but the person?

I miss the old him.

Older Memoirs.

non-stop, almost daily like

I have a muse of some sort,

but life and work collided.

I almost have no time to

write, most especially

since the last part of my

novel got erased for no reason.

I need to find for my muse, no,

inspiration to write beautifully

again and daily so I don't seem

like a ghost on here.

Some one please send help.

Lifeless Writer.

...hectic...

...but I know there's people

willing to help me.

I'm a mental health survivor

awaiting for my perfect

partner in life, if not perfect,

just someone willing to

lend an ear.

LOML

Don't you fly away from me

For I need you more than ever.

Sadness,

Depart from me for although

You are needed, I need you not now.

Emotions.

the terrors surrounding him,

it's impossible that he

couldn't eat.

He ate fast, news spread

like wildfire like his eating

pace, all thanks to some one.

Spreading fake news just to

spite him, but she has

people backing her up.

Scream.

on a notebook, where a pen and

paper kiss each other.

It's romantic that way,

where every day the two get

married and make love.

Romance.

in parts of me

that are sensitive,

and private, and raw.

Hold me

with your love

as we traverse

in the wilderness.

But trust me,

I can be savage

when it calls.

Gentle, yet Savage.

She said.

But I'm a woman, I can't be him,

I said.

We know,

of the voice that says

I'm scared

more than the usual usual.

It's not about the person

per se, but the calmness

in the soul

of the said person.

It some times makes people

envious to the core it

makes them shout

at the top of their lungs.

Make them.

one of these moments

that I wish I could find

someone special for me.

Someone who could walk with me,

Someone who could talk to me,

Someone who can protect me,

Someone who can lend an ear.

Out-of-the-blue, someone

unexpectedly came just like

rain on a hot summer's day.

That someone is you.

You gave me more than I

wished for, for you treated

me the way I should be treated.

Significant.

enough to stir a crowd

in the room, for she was

a force to recon with a

face unforgettable to them.

Helen.

Steam swirls, mingling with chatter,

Latte heart blooms bright.

eSTEEMed.

Petals dance in the breeze's song,

Nature's tranquil grace.

Gentle.