in front of my yard is a beautiful landscape filled with flowers and colors
ready to accommodate you with an open arm with a warm fuzzy embrace
with its vibrance you loved my little abode
said you could even live here forever
but honey why did you step back when you saw my backyard?
messy wardrobe and garbage choking out trashes
like a closet full of hideous skeletons
with insects flying everywhere welcoming your arrival
i thought you'd love it too
between my distorted foreground and authentic background,
you chose to believe in a lie, a mask, a fiction
too blind to see that it was just a fake façade
this is how messed up you are
the real beauty in here are the two sides of a coin;
the two poles of our planet;
the far side and dark side of the moon;
my ugly and positive traits --- get to know them all
but you only nod when it's all positive, bright and beautiful
but comes running when it's bad, dark and ugly
you don't embrace the totality of it,
the whole package of an aesthetic gift
i can call it cowardice
and it's making me grimace
yet the irony of it all is thatㅡㅡㅡ
we're all cowards, aren't we?
BINABASA MO ANG
sad.
PoetryThis is where I put all of my poems that I made when I was sad, moody, and gloomy. So expect negativity in this area and please if triggered, immediately leave and stop reading. My works are sometimes grammatically incorrect so please understand...
