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neo Dec 2019
light the edge,
fan the flame,
make sure it reaches aim,
make sure it reaches,
make sure that it wont die,
the flame: let it burn out.
burn out.
burn.
aim.
fire: bright: deadly: marvelous:
a predictable spectacle.
fireworks: works of fire,
forged, colorful,
temporary: a mere distraction.
spectacle: superficial.
distraction from the bleak night sky.
sporadic.
nonsensical.



just like us.
happy new year
neo Feb 2022
i can feel the passion slowly fading.
when faced with blank pages, i spew nothing
but empty words and meaningless sentences,
so superficial, overflowing with pretenses.

oh, how i miss the wide-eyed writer I used to be:
the type to pour his whole heart and soul into his stories.
now, i'm stuck chasing the words that were once mine,
stuck wondering if i'll ever get back my shine.
neo May 2023
i’ve never liked running.

there was always this pound
in my chest
as the dust and the breeze settles,
as the sweat slithers sidewards,
as the world around me comes to a
halt.

i’ve never liked running.
not when the destination is
nothing but an illusion
just to give me the satisfaction
that my feet lead me to somewhere in this oblivion.

i’ve never liked running.
my lungs were weak
(at least that’s what mom told me)
yet i latch onto your chase

i’ve never liked running
but for you: until the
soles of my shoes thin out,
the oxygen in my lungs run out.
the world around me blurs out.
for you:
i would run
and run
run     run     run     run     ruin
put i in run and now i’m looking at your face
wondering how did we end up
in this haste, this chase

so indulge me:
how do i pace
myself within this space
?

i’ve never liked running
because again, i fall
behind my own weak   ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶
haven't written in a while
neo Sep 2018
Todey they told me that I shud rite a powm for you Algernon
Mr. Strauss sed that youre sick
I dont want you to be sick
Youre smart
Remembir the amazed
Youre a white mouse
Youre smarter then other mice
So please *** well soon
Goodbye

- Charlie Gordon
Flowers for Algernon // Charlie Gordon
neo Jul 2019
i want to touch you
and feel you close to me

i want to dive deep into your eyes
and into your soul

i want to come near you
and tell you how much i adore you

how i adore you and the way you shine
in contrast to the dark sky enveloping us all the time

i want to love you
but i can't

i can't love you when all eyes are watching from all corners of the earth

i can't love you when all the other stars shine brighter than me

i can't love you

not when it means that to love you would mean to come near you

once we collide there's no turning back

as beautiful as an explosion that we may be, i'm scared to lose myself just trying to love you
i'm sorry but i can't
neo Jul 2019
she stands there,
wind through her hair,
dazed and unaware,
numb and hopeless,
a broken goddess.

she stands there
waiting for time
to fade her away
into the dark, cold night.
neo Dec 2018
my momma told me that the darkness is something I should never fear

light will always be near

and though she won't be forever here

fireflies will always be there to illuminate me anywhere and everywhere
ily mom ♡
neo Dec 2018
red, yellow, green illuminates the road lined with beads of the sky's tears.

the constant honks echoes in the frantic passageway.

frustration makes its prescence felt.

when will this end?
neo Jul 2018
he was blue.
     the hue of sadness.
          the hue of coldness.

                          she was yellow.
          the shade of happiness.
     the shade of joy.

he was dull.
    
     she was bright.

and they were the perfect marriage of day and night.
neo Apr 2019
a wave of warmth rises from the East.

the marriage of red and orange injects itself in the bleak, blank sky.

blue, red, white, and yellow dances with the cool breeze.

as the chariot of Apollo rises, a glimmer of hope streams into the blind eyes.

a new hope for the archipelago of the seas.

a new hope for a new tomorrow.
i wrote this during the Philippines' Independence Day last year (June 12) and this roots from my hope to see change in my country.
neo Apr 2020
the moon is shining bright tonight
just like the night we met.
i remember you taking my hand
and saying,
"make a wish. the moon is listening."
so we wished.
we wished for something.
we wished for someone.
every single time.
we always wished for someone...

but we would never wish for each other.

and that's why we had to let it go.
neo Jun 2022
unprecedented, your presence.
like the flaring warmth
of the early morn
s e e p i n g
through the blinds: awakening
the heaviest of eyes;
the coldest of dawns;
the most oblivious of hearts.
i wished i bargained
for five more minutes.

unprecedented,
like a forgotten alarm
r i n g i n g
loudly, repetitively:
it never leaves, no matter
how many times it
has been shut down,
shut out.
how do i shut you out?

unprecedented,
like the crisp, soulless
leaves
f a l l i n
g,
letting go from its
cling onto the
sturdiness yet fragility.
if i let you go,
would that make me sturdy?
would that make me more
Fragile?

unprecedented, your presence.
and as i traverse past you,
i have one request:
next time, knock on the door.
neo Jul 2019
and
this is
where i
realized,

i never
loved
you
for you
but
rather
i was
in love
with the
idea of

f
a
l
l
i
n
g


in
love
with
u
neo Aug 2018
Red like the dress you wore when I first met you.
You were beautiful.
And you still are.

Roses are red.
Red like the lipstick which stained my cheek the first time you kissed me.
And all other times you did.

Roses are red.
Red like the sky
when you said goodbye.
Or like the dry eyes
I had every time I cried.

Roses are red.
Red as the blood that stained the silver bullet which pierced through your skin.
Roses are red.
Red like the heart that shattered into a million, countless fractals for you.

Roses are red.

As you lie in your hospital bed, dead, never coming back.
You won't come back.
You can't come back.

Roses are red like the one I'm holding, tightly
I don't care if I get hurt.
I don't care if the sharp thorns pierce through my fragile skin the way the bullet shattered all what could've and what would've been's.
All I want is for you to come back.
I want you to come back.
I need you to come back.
Please come back.
Please.

Roses are red.
And will always be red.
Always for you.
roses are red
neo Apr 2018
i steal.
i smoke.
i drink.
i gamble.
i punch.
i hurt.
i ****.

you see me as red. the ever color of anger.

you see me as green. the hue of greed and disgust.

you see me as black. the epitome of darkness.

but i'm in every way just like you.

i cry.
i fall.
i get hurt.
i get sick.
i get scared.
i make mistakes.

i die.

you don't see me as blue. a sadness conformed into a hue.

you don't see me as purple. an embodiment of fear.

you don't see me as white. the ever innocent color.

because before I was this, I was just like you.

and i guess you'll never see how the evil in me brought out the good in you.
villains deserve love and respect. they're people too. <3
neo Aug 2023
shaking me lightly, tugging on my arms,
playing with my fingers, ruffling my hair,
whispering sweet nothings,
messaging, calling, anything
to keep me from sleeping

again: i have a tendency to
fall asleep more than once
and it took every ounce
of patience and love as you
comply once more to another

five minutes more?

come lie once more, love
and hold me like the night before
when the warmth kept us through
the freezing cold.
when the fire kept us sane
through the same old story we told.
when the spark kept this
thing from growing old.

and you should have scolded me by now
for sleeping in again, especially on a monday

but i snoozed my alarm
for the fourth time already
and my head feels so heavy
you see, i haven’t been
getting much sleep lately

from falling and sinking
deeper into the familiarity
of a spot we once knew,
a spot i carved in the shape of you,
a spot i thought i’d never lose.

from tossing and turning
between, under, and over
the sheets.

i toss: every unanswered question
to the morning breeze, hoping it
reaches you, while

you turn: your pages to a
brand new sheet

of a future where i
remain in the past
because you slept,
but never dreamt about us
did you, love?

so before the sun scorches
me once again:

just five more minutes.
i promise to get up.

— The End —