Spring Meets Autumn

You told me I should be this, I should be that

And you forgot that is who I am not.

You made me believe change is what I need

But you would not accept me when I did.

I was red and my leaves, green

But your gray skies took what I had been.

I was pink, I was purple;

You're blue that spell trouble.

You said the sky is where we stood

But all you brought with you is solitude.

I was summer, I was spring.

But you were autumn; to winter you were heading.

You introduced me to rope and chain;

You made me befriend tears and pain.

Now don't tell me you don't know your bed,

Welcome to the land of the living... maybe the dead! 

Here's another poem I posted on my Wattpad account. :) A song actually triggered this idea. You guessed it right! Colors by Halsey. Here it is. 

Hold Me while I Say Good-Bye

This is probably the last time you would see me

With my eyes closed and my breaking heart

I won’t be blocking your way from here on

I just want you to hold me while I say good-bye.

This is probably the last time you would hear my voice

With my eyes closed and my breaking heart

I won’t be calling you or asking how you were

I just want you to hold me while I say good-bye.

This is probably the last time I will smell your cologne

With my eyes closed and my breaking heart

I won’t be holding your hand or hug you when it is cold

I just want you to hold me while I say good-bye.

This is probable the last time you would see me cry

With my eyes closed and my breaking heart

I won’t be wiping your tears whenever we fight

I just want you to hold me while I say good-bye.

This is probably the last time you would hear me say ‘I love you’

With my eyes closed and my breaking heart

I won’t be pinching your cheeks and leaning on your shoulders

I just want you to hold me while I say good-bye.

I have written lots of sad poems in the past, and this poem is one of the poems that reflect melancholy. However, this one is my favorite.

Since I started writing in Wattpad last August 2015, I have posted a handful of heart-wrenching poems. I guess my fondness of writing such rooted from the fact that all people feel so low at some points. We all know the feeling of being hurt. We all know the pain and the tears.

Soon, I will post a happy poem here. Haha! Why? Because I enjoy the torture. Just kidding!

Visit my Wattpad profile by looking for tazmanianpanda. I hope you enjoy reading my collections (Love and Poetry, Sentiments of a Wandering Heart, and Kalipunan ng mga Salita ng Pusong Sugatan).

-photo not mine-

Since

It was under the mango tree

Where I first saw the beauty of thee;

You sat there and, with eyes closed, you sang

It was all witchery while your voice, in the park, rang.

I needed to know your name,

I ached to give you the upper hand in the game.

I wanted to run and ask how you did

Melt all my barriers and get me acting like a kid.

After all these years, I still go back

To the same place and trace the track

Where your magnificence bought my sanity

And your love held my heart in willing captivity.

You showed me the magic of music

Made by two hearts beating together in acoustic.

You are the violin, I am the piano

Together, we are the perfect combo.

It was always the smile in your eyes

And the love that never lies

That made you and I a harmony

And would surely transcend immortality. 

Sometimes, I ask myself where do I get these themes and words for my poems. So when people ask me how do I come up with such poems, I can't answer. I tell them cliches such as, "write from the heart," "let it flow," or "let your mind speak." Now, I think these poems are really from people's stories and experiences. When your reader say that you touch their lives, they tell you stories. And these stories are fueled by emotions. These emotions become your inspiration and your reason for writing. 

Your Eyes

If I would have just one part of you apart from your heart, it would be your eyes;

Your eyes that look at me with all the love and passion you have,

Your eyes that so adoringly stare at me,

Your eyes that reflect joy and exuberance,

Your eyes that exemplify mystery and fantasy,

Your eyes that project honesty and faith,

Your eyes that respect and honor me,

Your eyes that suggest anger and jealousy,

Your eyes that keep secrets and reveal reality all at the same time,

Your eyes that could see through my soul,

Your eyes that could transport me to another world: the world where only we exist.

I think it is time to let you know that I love Lauren Jauregui's eyes. Lol. Look into her eyes and you'll know why. :)

The poem is a different story. I wrote this while looking at the sun as it starts to say hi to the world. It was a beautiful sight! It always is. Honestly, I love looking at the moon, the sunrise, the sunset, and the stars; they hypnotize me. Lol

Would You?

When eyes can’t see the truth,

Would you let your heart feel what’s real?

When the pain starts to creep,

Would you let your promises trip?

When the world falls to pieces,

Would you mend it with a thousand kisses?

And when forever met its death,

Would you fight against fate? 

I found this poem written in the notebook given to me four years ago. I don't remember the story behind the poem. I guess I was a little broken back then. Haha! Pardon the drama. 

Seasons and a Love Lost

I met you in spring
When flowers bloom and hearts sing.
I loved you in summer
Thought we'd last forever.
You hated me in fall
Your heart started not to call.
I lost you in winter
Cold as ice when we're together.
Though my heart is now shattered
Sure I'll miss you in cold weather.


By now, I am sure you are wondering why sometimes, the titles differ from what was posted on Wattpad. It is because some of these were posted on my former blog. You see, I have a hard time maintaining accounts so pelase just bear with me. Sit back, relax, and enjoy poetry. Lol

Everywhere

My love for you is everywhere:
In every stare,
In every smile,
In every laughter,
In every hug,
In every kiss,
In every breath I take,
In every day I wake,
In every sound of forever.


I wrote the poem, another product of my being a weirdo, while waiting for the train. I hope you like it. :)

Falling in Love with a Fictional Character

Someone asked me, “How do you do that

Falling in love with a fictional character?”

I answered, “I can’t explain it further than

I am blessed I understand how her mind works.”

Someone asked me, “How do you do that

Falling in love with someone without a face?”

I answered, “The heart knows what it looks like

Beyond every smiles and crying eyes.”

Someone asked me, “How do you do that

Falling in love with someone without hearing her voice?”

I answered, “The heart knows how her laugh, her wisdom,

Her bravery, and her jealousy sound like.”

Someone asked me, “How do you do that

Falling in love with a heatless product of the mind?”

I answered, “That, I can say, is wrong. For the character I am in love with

Is more realistic than the person you project to be.”

This is one of the poems I posted on my Wattpad account. So far, I have written more than a hundred poems, divided into three collections. The newest collection is a compilation of poems written in Filipino. I write about love, pain, and life in general. I have written a handful about the self. 

Say hello to Maria Tachibana from Sakura Wars. She's my first girl crush back in grade school. Haha!

The Perfect Girl

You used to look at me with so much love

Like I am someone sent by the one up above

Look how time revealed and exploded

My true form now out in the open, not clouded.

You used to call me all the sweet names you think of

Like a candy or a chocolate shaped like a dove

Look how the world ripped the sheets that cover

And I flew like a raven; over my old life I hover

You used to handle me with care

Like I’m some fragile object you would like to spare

Look how crisp my words have become

And to your own sharpness I am numb

You used to call me your perfect girl

Like, at your every command, I should curl

Let me tell you I am never those things

For I am an imperfect and scarred creature, not fit for kings

Why can’t you accept me for being me

And let me be who I want to be?

Even if you try to lock me up

I will never be just another pup hiding under the queen’s cup.  

There are just two things I want to share with you here with this poem: 

First thing, photo is not mine. 

Second thing, I encourage you to let go and be yourself. You have to remember that you may wear different masks around different people every day but at the end of the day, you will be left with your true self. To make the baggage light, drop the masks. In time, you will learn how to fly with just yourself and your true colors. 

Music and I

“My eyes adored you,

Though I never laid a hand on you…”

My eyes craved for the sight of you

And for your every move.

“My eyes adored you,

Like a million miles away from me,

You couldn’t see how I adored you…”

And how badly I wanted to cross that distance.

“So close, so close

And yet so far…”

How I longed to be near you without you knowing

And how I miss the sound of your laugh.

You were the song that constantly played in my mind,

And the friend I want to be with all the time.

How my heart hammers inside my chest

Whenever I fought to be calm when you talk to me.

If only you could see right through me

You would know how much you make me shiver

And how I lose all my other senses

Just by looking at you. 

This poem was written because of the song "My Eyes Adored You." Most of the time, songs inspore me to write. Also, the themes of my poems vary depending on my mood and on the songs I listen to. Weird, right? That's just me.