i took a break
when nobody is looking
leaving a world full of shit
that's when i liked it.

i change myself
to whom i am known
scared and blunt
to face of plot

i am where i stand
seeking the glory i seek inside
of everyone sees as bad
when no nobody knows a lot.

i shake what i break
my being at stake
books i have to bake
and mistakes i have to fake.




Yesterday I seek,
For tomorrow’s fun,
But today I shall live,
With the family I named.

Together our laughs becomes a noise,
Of a woman sitting on the corner with poise,

On a lunch we enjoyed so much,
Like a picnic we sat on flats.

Stories told like a theater play,
Full of actions with one word to say.

Fight we may,
Yet later we stand to play
And trips we know will pay…

Poem about Heights by Mr. Hoagland

Mountain top-8

From This Height

Cold wind comes out of the white hills
and rubs itself against the walls of the condominium
with an esophogeal vowel sound,
and a loneliness creeps
into the conversation by the hot tub.

We don’t deserve pleasure
just as we don’t deserve pain,
but it’s pure sorcery the way the feathers of warm mist
keep rising from the surface of the water
to wrap themselves around a sculpted
clavicle or wrist.

It’s not just that we are on
the eighth story of the world
looking out through glass and steel
with a clarity of vision
in which imported coffee and
a knowledge of French painting
are combined,

but that we are atop a pyramid
of all the facts that make this possible:
the furnace that heats the water,
the truck that hauled the fuel,
the artery of highway
blasted through the mountains,

the heart attack of the previous owner,
the history of Western medicine
that failed to save him,
the successful development of tourism,
the snow white lotions that counteract the chemistry
of chlorine upon skin—our skin.

Down inside history’s body,
the slaves are still singing in the dark;
the roads continue to be built;
the wind blows and the building grips itself
in anticipation of the next strong gust.

So an enormous act of forgetting is required
simply to kiss someone
or to open your mouth
for the fork of high-calorie paté
someone is raising to your lips,

which, considering the price,
it would be a sin
not to enjoy.

SELF: A Present from Yesterday


A child stared blankly to express,
In a world full of pain and success,
Backward this poem will be,
With this child whom I called “me”.

At the past, I see me with chain,
As me’s mother cried in vain,
For the father me know nothing, no doubt,
As a baby, me cry seems to shout,
Like a despair that wants to come out.

Year passed and people seemed forgotten,
The memories that haunted them back then,
“Me” wondered with a stick,
Friends came and gave him a brick
A defense for any back-stabbing friend trick.

Me started to had fun with friends,
But some were destined to go and end,
Yet few stayed and became so bold,
Like the best friend that “me” have across the world,

At Illinois she came,
With an everlasting friendship flame,
And others who “me” love the same,
Will stay with me, no blame.

Likes and dislikes they know “me’s” well,
Coffees, Pugs, Red and songs by Adele,
Biochemistry and Cinnamon Oh I hate those, don’t tell,
Not to mention – impatient, injustice and bragging, crap I’ll yell

Me’s dreams are like reaching a star,
Hard it is, ‘cuz me knows it’s very far,
Oh, and that includes a lot of war,
And tons of searching like a hidden jar.

Screw those and focus on the experience,
Me knows all only care about the appearance,
But they don’t know about “me’s” whole existence.
All the pain, the disappointments and tears improved me’s brilliance,
And it all made the difference.

But me will not forget the joy, the haha’s and love,
They all make everything balance,
Thanks to the God up above,
For bringing peace that symbolizes a dove.

This poem is near to its end,
I hope you enjoyed listening, my friend,
Me as Jm I hope I didn’t offend
Because I just want to blend,
The end.

Para sa aking mga kaibigan!

Ako’y may mga kaibigan,
Palaging nandiyan,
Sa gimikan at tawanan,
Pati na rin sa kalungkutan.

Kaibigan ay aking kailangan,
Pagka’t ang mundo ay puro laban,
Na hindi kayang mapatanyan,
Ng kahit na anong kapangyarihan,
Ngunit kung galing sa kalangitan,
Ako ay lubos na matutulungan.

Ako ay mga kaibigan sa ibang bansa,
Minsan ay nakakalimutan ng bigla,
Pero kung tatanungin ng madla,
Sila’y mahal ko ng parang tala.

Salamat aking Diyos na mahal,
Sapagkat binigyan mo ako ng mga kaibigan,
Na marunong magmahal,
At laging nandiyan.

I’m kinda new to poem making, so I started it in Tagalog. Improvements shall come, don’t worry! Hehe!

A Perfect poem to start the year

Comfort Zone

I used to have a Comfort Zone Where I knew I couldn’t fail;
The same four walls of busy work Were really more like jail.
I longed so much to do the things I’d never done before,
But I stayed inside my Comfort Zone And paced the same old floor.
I said it didn’t matter, That I wasn’t doing much;
I said I didn’t care for things Like dreams, goals and such.
I claimed to be so busy With the things inside my zone,
But deep inside I longed for Something special of my own.
I couldn’t let my life go by, Just watching others win.
I held my breath and stepped outside And let the change begin.
I took a step and with new strength I’d never felt before,
I kissed my Comfort Zone “good-bye” And closed and locked the door.
If you are in a Comfort Zone, Afraid to venture out,
Remember that all winners were At one time filled with doubt.
A step of faith and the Word of God, Cam make your dreams come true.
Greet your future with a smile, Success is there for you.

I got this poem, from the book I am reading. I hope it inspired you to come out of your comfort zone and face 2015 with a new and brave you. Do not worry, you won’t be facing it alone, you got me at your back! Happy New Year everyone!