It was fun—celebrate it while it lasts.
Savor the moment, hold it tight.
Because once the final grain of sand falls from the hourglass, it’s my turn.

You can run, you can hide—
But I’ll find you.

You might **** me, strike me with a baseball bat,
Bury me alive, pull the trigger if you dare.
Drown me in a tub, hang me from a tree,
Burn me alive, stab me, stake me—
I might die, but my conscience won’t.
I might fall, but karma never loses.

Let me share my timetable—my plans, my desires.
You can go against me—I don’t care.
Bury our friendship, but first, do me a favor—
Help me find my concern.
It’s missing—maybe it ran off,
Or maybe it’s hiding because, honestly,
It doesn’t give a **** about you.

But hey, don’t be too bitter—
Even a bitter gourd might taste sweet,
Because you’ve already stolen its place.

So when this poem finds you—good.
I’m the writer. You’re just the reader.
And here’s the truth—
You can’t rewrite my words,
But I can insult you all I want.

Calling the attention of the people who ruined me—face yourself in the mirror, fitted for Hell.
You, who ruined my peace—Let us wait for the right time, in God's will and right timing;
While, as I waited, I sat on my couch, sipping a coffee or smoothie, when the tables turned, for you to experience the same pain and trauma you did and put me through.
When you come back crawling to me, I will make sure to burn the bridges, for you to never cross once again.
I will make sure that when I blink— only once, not twice, and look you in your **** eyes
I will make you sweat coldly, as you run out of breath and make you feel like a deer in the headlights.
Fear me for I growl and it makes you shiver and flinch.

Pray tell, pretentious beast—***** rather.  
Why do you keep bothering me?  
Stop that sht, will you? Or else I'll be the one to put you in your place.  

You slither in shadows, whispering poison,  
masking your malice with sugar-laced lies.  
But I see you—oh, I *see you,  
a wolf in stolen silk, parading as a queen.  

Keep pushing, and I’ll carve the truth into your façade,  
rip that porcelain mask off your two-faced smile.  
Shall we see what’s beneath?  
A coward? A fraud?  
Or just another desperate soul feeding on borrowed pride?  

Your theatrics bore me—  
a puppet with tangled strings,  
dancing to the tune of your own hypocrisy.  
One more step, and I’ll cut them for you.

Do you know that?
I made fun of you
You're no comedy, you're just you
Goofy but trying hard, copycat
Too desperate to try
You're that clown, not from a circus town
But instead, I visualize you as the clown with the red balloon named Pennywise from Derry, Maine
You are such a stupid person to make fun of
Yeah, you deserve it
You are still funny, even if you never try
You're a classic *****

Snakes... are poisonous, venomous, treacherous
Some says, they were kind, behind their scaly skins, they eat you alive
Do you like what you see? You slender your way up high, crawl your enemies closer to the ground
Sharp eyes, silver tongue
Behind that beauty is a betrayal
Oh, cover your face
Mask the pain, the joys and the sorrows
Side-eyed, waiting for its turn to bite me off
Pretty little white lies, a smirk and a backstab
Defines your anomalous act
Hypocritical, hypothetical, synthetic, plastic identity, dignity, personality, you—it fits you.

Be careful what you wish for— you just wanted me dead
A price on the eyes, a bounty cash for the meek

You gave me lies, I gave deception in return
You gave fire, I burn you in return

Be careful what you act now— for actions speak louder than words.

You're like a hunter, observing my every move
I'm like the prey, waiting to be devoured
You're wrong, honey
I ain't the prey, I am the predator

You barked on the wrong tree
You keep beating around the bush now

Enough is enough, you gave me hurt
I'll give you the taste of your own medicine in return.

I hope you like what you see
When you envision yourself in a coffin
Or what if you are covered in dirt already
To be found six feet below the ground

Take your pick, play your cards right
If looks can ****, you'd be dead by now
Because in the back of my mind, I thought to myself the different techniques on how I am going to **** you
In the four corners of the room, you can barely make it out alive

What if I cut you open, bleed you dry
Peel your skin off, let me see you suffer
I don't care if I am the ******, because you are the pathetic, desperate *****
How about I stitch up your wound without an anesthesia?
What if you walk on the valley of the shadow of death with no slippers on
And every aisle you walk on feels like a burning coal, flaming hot
And at the end of the road, is an abyss waiting for you to fall
Get that **** inside your head now, reflect and meditate on what you did bad to me
You messed with the wrong person, gal

So step back now, while I am still kind
This is not a reminder, darling
This is a warning, not to cross paths with me again.

red or white of any color, the moon is still the moon
Regardless of its phase, crescent, half, full or new— it was beyond perfect, still
But beyond perfection, its beauty is breathtaking.

I heard a lot of ***** about you— the good and the bad
But did you hear a word frome me?
Nah. I don't think so.

When I heard rumors about me, did you even defended me?
Did you even protected my name and my honor, my reputation?
Nah. I hardly ever doubted you would do that.

When your mother talk ***** about you
when your father took advantage of you
When your friends bullied you for your status

You gave them everything, that means risking your life as well
When they started talking gibberish about you
I confronted them, brought back the past for the good things you did
There was no such thing as bro code
you told me, "you are all they have"
but how about me in the long run?
I was always there for you, in your darkest times
I was there for you in your darkest nights
But I wonder where were you?

Defense mechanism is ******* for what you did to me
When the world turned its back around you, I was there
When no one else was there
But now, this is how you are gonna pay me?
I just returned the favor, bruh
I wished you well, not in heaven, not on Earth, not in purgatory whether it ceases to exist, but nah
I wished you in hell.

What you repaid me is shame and horror to my reputation
Oh shameless and audacity!
It was never yours to begin with
But you made me do it— you made me do it
You pushed the buttons, you pull the lever to make me feel this high to come pick you up
And fall you down to the ground
Piece by piece, little by little
From cracks to crumble, you are
Just an average egoistic, self-centered immature guy
Asking from affection and attention from his chaotic-minded mother
And alcoholic-narcissistic father, with a squammy frog-looking sidechick, daily hobby
With a ****** up family tree

I defended you, denied what you did, tolerated your ***** and said to them you are not the type to do that.
But I was wrong, I was wrong, indeed

I got kind, yet you abused me
Treated you like king, yet you only saw me as your servant
I was never yours to begin with, you only paid me for my service
Not for my dignity
I only sold my skills and time to you
Not my whole soul
When other people talk back a lot about you

I did not clap back, instead I was in the front row, front seat
Raised my hands and applaud for you
Supported you along the way
But all of it was a scam, a facade
A trap, a rabbit hole I fell into
An abyss, a pit, Tartarus, more worse than I came from
It was darkness, but I glowed, I crawled my way up to the top
Yet, you kicked me out of the light once again
There were a lot of one-sided *******, biases and fake news spreading everywhere
They believed everything even when it is fake
Truth is nothing when fake is what they believed in

They said, Revenge was never yours to begin with
Revenge was never yours to continue nor to end
An eye for an eye, brother
A tooth for a tooth
And a head for a head
You focused on the speck on my eyes, but you never realized you had a speck in your own eye too
Revenge is only for The Almighty

I love the way you torture me—
Told you before, I never moan this loud.
But with you?
I can't keep my hands to myself,
Can't shut the **** up.
You love it when I lose control,
When our bodies move—loud as applause.
You left me wanting for more—Don't make me beg, please
I know you want it too.

He calls it ***—a fleeting game,
A fire to feed, a hunger to claim.
A touch, a thrill, a moment to take—
Never mind the hearts that break.

She calls it ****—a stolen breath,
A shadow that lingers, a living death.
No warmth, no want, just tears that sting—
A cage of silence, a broken wing.

He says, “I wanted, so I took,”
Blind to the tremble, the hollow look.
She says, “I begged, I cried, I fought,”
But her pain is the part the world forgot.

Two words—worlds apart—
One with power, one with a shattered heart.
But truth does not bend to a careless name—
Forced is forced. The ache stays the same.

So call it ***—if consent is free,
If every “yes” flows willingly.
But when power steals and bodies break,
Let’s call it what it is—no mistake.

Not ***. Not love. Only pain.
A wound that words cannot explain.

There was once I thought
A mess like this
Could never be cleaned with a broom—
That the scars left behind
Were stains too deep
For any hand to undo.

But I was wrong.

Justice does not live
In marble halls alone,
Nor wear the weight of a judge’s tone.
It rises—unyielding—
In the hands that hold,
In voices that speak
When the world grows cold.

Not only in verdicts,
Not only in laws—
But in the strength of women
Who fight for a cause.

When one of us falls,
The others will stand—
Lifting her spirit
With a steady hand.

We reclaim our power
In the truths we share,
In every act of love,
In how we care.

Justice is not just won in a fight—
It blooms in the dark
When we turn on the light.

So, no broom may sweep
What’s broken away—
But together, we rise,
Stronger each day.

Medusa (noun)
Sometimes the Greek myth gorgon monster, most of the time, I am—
Misunderstood. Unheard. A story twisted by trembling tongues.

They paint me a monster because it’s easier—easier than admitting what they did. Easier than facing the truth: I was not always this.

Once, I was soft—a girl with warmth in her hands and light in her eyes. But the world does not spare the soft. They touched without asking. Took without permission. And when I refused to break, they called me wicked.

I became what they feared. Not by choice—by survival.

Now, I wear my venom like a crown. I speak, and they call it defiance. I exist, and they call it danger.

But still, they watch. Still, they want. Still, they tremble beneath the weight of me.

I am the gaze that stops you mid-step. A warning wrapped in beauty. Venom in velvet.

I do not chase—I turn. I do not beg—I reign. I do not soften—I sharpen.

Once, my eyes turned from sweet to fierce, like an eagle. Once, my voice shifted from jolly to a roar, like a lion. Once, my personality changed from bubbly to gorgon—run for your life, boy, my snake hair will do the rest.

They whisper my name like a curse, but still, they look. Still, they want. Still, they fear.

I am the one they cannot hold, the storm they cannot quiet, the ruin they bring upon themselves.

I was not born to be kind. I was not made to be gentle. I am the consequence—the reckoning.

Stone-hearted? Perhaps. But only because too many tried to touch me with unworthy hands.

Misunderstood? Perhaps. Unheard? Not anymore.

I do not need to be saved. I do not need to be softened. I am the ending they never saw coming—and the beginning they cannot escape.

I am not your muse. I am your myth. Not the victim, but the legend. And when you dare meet my eyes—remember, I never blink first.

It is always "What will other people think when they see you?" NOT "What would I feel when you said that to me?"

Maybe we’re trying too hard  
to mend what was never meant to be whole,  
forcing ourselves to fix it anyway.  
But am I truly ready to walk away,  
or was the timing never ours to begin with—  
or are we just too torn apart to feel this empty?  

We used to speak with love,  
now every word feels like a war,  
shouted, sharpened, meant to wound.  

Maybe it’s because I changed,  
or was it that I simply fell out of love with you?

we keep playing these mind games
whether I should stay or not
I am like a bird in a locked cage
shackled feet, strangled neck
covered mouth
toxic traits, manic behavior
split personality
call the hotline, he is severe
worst of all
I run away from the truth
scared of a little truth or dare
I wanna leave but I can't
been keep on making the same mistakes
no character development
no personal growth
the other one leaves, another one stays
but the first one is the guy I loved not the latter

Maybe it feels nice, to be a kid again
you stumble and cry
you play and you laugh
but when you get older
you are depressed and anxious
scared and tired.

I drowned myself in anything that numbed the pain—ran from the tears, lost in a haze of smoke, maybe just wasted, maybe high, maybe both.

Shots after shots, strangers’ hands on my waist, empty kisses that tasted like bad decisions.

Talking nonsense in front of everyone, laughing too loud, dancing like I own the night.

Cut my hair, inked my skin—each mark a reminder that I’m still here.

A little more reckless, a little less soft. The rebel is back. The ***** is untamed.

My head throbs from all the crying—oh, mercy me!

Drenched in heartbreak, drowning in sin, I light another cigarette, take another shot, let another stranger trace their fingers on my skin.

Anything to forget. Anything to feel alive.

The pain is a lullaby, and I'm dancing to its rhythm.

The rebel is back. The ***** is unleashed.

You made me hate this city.

You made me hate you—ooh.

Every street feels haunted, every corner reeks of memories I’m trying to burn.

I walk past the places we once called ours, but now they feel foreign, tainted, ruined.

So I drown in the neon lights, let the music swallow me whole, lose myself in the arms of strangers who don’t even know my name.

Anything to forget. Anything to erase you. The rebel is back. The ***** doesn’t care.

Revenge is not yours to begin with,
Your pain and emotions are valid
But what you're planning to do is invalid.

Play your cards right.

If life weighs you down
Bring yourself up once again;

I thought it was love—
but it wasn't.
It was poison, seeping into my veins,
an unwretched warning echoing in my soul.

A red flag draped in green,
but I was colorblind,
never saw the signs,
never heard the silent screams.

It lingered, whispered, wrapped around me,
a pill too bitter to swallow.

There was a gun,
hidden atop my father’s cabinet.
I craved pain—but just enough,
a wound to prove the suffering was real.

Because pain is valid.
Because pain is vain.

you've been living in my mind, rent-free
been loving you since twenty-twenty two
gave a daily dose of myself
until then, I will be with you

We don't know how to swim, but I'm already sinking deeply.
Maybe I can leave you so that I can also save myself and lift myself from the heaviness I feel, which was never my responsibility to carry anyway.

Maybe even the walls can hear
Too thick or thin to cave in
You get it, I gave in
But we never know
Life is a mystery
Having you is misery
You know know better
**** up or else I blame you

Too bad, I keep falling for a **** boy who doesn't know know better
Too bad, he keeps on coming back to me
I get to roast him whenever I want
Because honey, I am the writer and you are just a content.

I know what you are
A poison in my mind
A potion in my soul
A pill on my body
You intoxicate me
You keep messing on my head
Living rent-free
I already buried you deep within
Lust is the only reason why you keep coming back
Asking me for more

Mahiwaga ma'y aking nadarama, dahil alam kong ikaw ang pipiliin ko sa araw-araw

Can I have your last name,
The same way I already have your heart?

You're already mine,
So why not make it official?

You’re so handsome,
Maybe you'd like to see a little version of yourself in me?

I am your wife,
But I can be anything you need—
Your partner, your peace, your greatest love.

You have a house,
But maybe you could build a home in me.

I’m not a pillow for you to hold dear,
But I’m warm and soft enough for you to stay close.

Most of all, I am your poetess;
And you, my love, are my greatest masterpiece.

If a woman sees you as a man who loves, cares, and strives to build a better life—whether rich or poor—your worth goes beyond words and wealth. True value isn’t measured by money but by the heart and effort you give.

You made me hate this city,
But this city holds the echoes of my pain.
I'd rather leave it all behind
Than stay and be abused by someone
I no longer wish to see.

Your love was always one-sided,
So I downed a shot of tequila—no lime, no chaser,
Letting the bitterness burn in one go.
First shot—your name crossed my mind.
Second shot—I missed you already.
A drink full of chaos, and suddenly, you were there again.

We used to be the life of the party,
Dancing through neon lights and reckless nights.
But one day, you changed—you cut me off,
Left me stranded in the silence.

Now, you're the reason
I no longer drown myself in liquor.
You're the reason
I quit drinking.

I met you in 2014,
Always glued to a screen,
Lost in computer games at the internet café
Where we used to hang out.

We chatted for a while,
Became friends, nothing more—
Or so I thought.

Fast forward to 2015,
Fate crossed our paths again.
You got my number,
And just like that, we started texting.

As far as I can remember,
It was July 9, 2015.
By July 10, 2015—
I was no longer the same.

Let me take you down my memory lane—
Back to July 9, 2015, at 8 PM.

You texted me out of the blue,
Asking if I had ever experienced a kiss.
I said no—
It had never crossed my mind.

And just like that,
We made a plan.
To meet at 4 AM,
On July 10, 2015.

It was my first time—
My first kiss,
My first taste of what I thought was love.

But I was wrong.

He never truly loved me.
I was just another distraction,
One of his passing flings.

Worse, he preyed on a Grade 9 student,
A girl battling depression.
And in the end,
His own actions caught up to him—
Because I pressed charges.

We stayed hidden from each other for five years,
Until fate brought us back together in 2019—
When I settled the case.

Tables will turn,
Bridges will burn.
I've already had my last straw,
Caught in a haze, rippling the effect.

Domino tiles will crash you down.
You were made to be built,
Only for me to break you apart.
The world is round, always spinning.

One day, you're soaring high,
The next, you've already hit the ground.
Life is a boomerang—
What you throw will always come back to you.

How dare you drag me down, tarnish my name,
Question my honor?
You said, "I am educated, but I was a thief."
Well then, let’s burst your bubble,
Expose your ***** linens.
"You just used someone to climb your way up."
You used someone just to escape hardship,
Yet you have the audacity to look down on the poor.

You met a narcissist, yet denied he was one of them.
You have a bossy son—
Such a lowballer.
He demands quality work but pays far less than it’s worth.
He burdens me with endless tasks,
Yet he can’t even clean his own room,
Wash his own clothes,
Cook his own food.

He surrounds himself with rich friends,
But isn’t it cliché and ironic
That he’s the only poor one among them?
A social climber,
Spending beyond his salary,
Desperate to prove he can keep up.

she is so ambitiosa
We helped her with all her documents
so she could go to the USA
Since it was her dream to go there
she married a depressed man

a fool woman who cannot keep up with the earthly standards
a pretentious ***** now, are we?

I did everything in my power to protect you
Defended your name, your honor
Looked up to you
Almost made you my idol
But it was not enough.
You returned so much worse of what I did great to you.
Debt of gratitude was useless now that I know
Now that blood is no longer thicker than water
I believed too much
I was betrayed in return
Gave you what you deserve
Followed you like I'm an unpaid dog
What else do you want from me?
You ruined me enough, messed up my life worse
Hell is where your throne is
My God is my salvation.
See the difference, would you spot it?
That I am a poet and you are a reckless beast

I am the one who walks through your hellish home
That when you see me, I will make your life a living hell
That will make you shiver
Slicker than a snake now, are we?
What if your silver tongue will perish first then you crawl.

Cornered your eyesight but can't look at me in my **** eyes
You side-eyed *****, one-sided, snitch

I don't know what defines you when you suddenly saw me — flustered, hysterical, guilty, sheepish, frozen, defensive, or avoidant

But what if I stitch your mouth
For you not to make a sound
Or what if i cut your tongue and take a piece of your mind
Make up your mind

Stitch the snitch, *****
Or I'll make you flinch, in a glitched flints.

don't make me hate or love you
or don't make me make or break you
forgiven or not, explained your issues or not
forgotten or not, I don't care

don't make me count the times you made me want to sue you
for all of the baseless accusations you tell me now
hearsays are not enough proof for me to be accused of something i never did.

how hypocrite! you're impure but you acted all innocent
ungodly believer, let's see which fits you most
heaven or hell? I am not one to judge where you deserve to go
but karma needs no address for someone wicked like you

i get what i deserve and success is the best revenge for you, you'll see.

expecting for a phone call now
waiting for the bunny to die
deck of cards may fly
but you won't make it out alive

they might burn you, smokes play pretend
just like your crocodile tears would ever know
thinking twice for someone with no brain
drain functions as well in your guttered mind

painted my life red
a crimson red for my blood
shame on you for keeping my name *****
one more thing, when you woke up alive
see yourself six feet below the ground

but why don't you play it right
***** is a snitch, one sided *****
play your game right
checkmate, touch move
play safe now, won't you?

medusa is unbothered and untouched but misunderstood
seems so, the war is on
waving red flags for this feud
white flags, unbowed.

I respect those people who defended my name without my presence
Even if they talk ***** stuffs in the table
Respect is no longer served
For those who ruined my name

every pathway I walked on feels like trouble
scents I smell stinks like rumble
I hurrah in chaos and mess
I stand up, wear my crown and never be unbowed

penny for your thoughts?
Maybe I need a drachma for the ferryman to take me there
show me what lies behind or beyond your deception and betrayal