hey

i don't need a personal jesus

to validate my deeds

i don't want to be your missus

and submit to your greed

i don't need a compass

to direct my course in this life

i don't want to be your carcass

not your fool, not your wife.

better half

looking back 

on our yesterdays

where i draw my strength from

a love that seemed 

like a promise of forever

who would have known

my better half 

would turn into a stranger

devoid of feeling

oh, the hurting.

trying to hold back my tears

as our now becomes

a little more painful each day

broken things 

should not be thrown away

so they say

but i learnt

time would not glue them back together

they're never the same ~

i am not the same. 

~ beautifulbruises©2013

neglected space

writing tragedies
in Dickinsonian randomness
vaguely credible
almost condescending
to all the trivialities,
morbidity magnified.

feigning courage
braving shame
overtaking yourself
from the elusiveness
of reality;
depersonalisation.

devoid of truth
such is life
my innocent youth.

~ RochelleVillaflor©2013

The Pseudo Philosopher

sitting out on the porch
in hopes of stopping
a deluge...
(nah, not exactly)
just a little too...
sophomoric(rather foolish!) to question
life and its purpose
betting my life away
on an afterlife
where my doubts rest upon
endless and empty
like a vast galaxy
pulsating in nothingness.

we can always argue
on the path analysis
of X,Y and Z
fully grasp
the law of causality
science, humanities and theology
methinks, can never suffice
our insatiable whys.

~ beautifulbruises©2012

wisteria

I am not my hair
Nor my svelte frame
I am not this fragile face
Of sheltered limbs and space
I am not an empty shell
who submits to society's blackmail
I am not my tattooes
Of false representation and
hidden taboos
I hang around as a flightless bird
not a tumbleweed, not one of the herd
A scorned woman
Whose truth cloaks her with strength
And a heart that grounds her to be human.

~ beautifulbruises©2012, RochelleVillaflor©2012

suitcase

I will hold your hand
just like the first time
I will forgive you
like it didn't hurt
I will cling to your truth
like you never falter
I will unpack my suitcase
like I have just moved in
forget all my futile attempts at leaving
will you vow to keep us together?
will you stay?
or will you pretend just like me?
packing, unpacking
what a vicious cycle.

~ beautifulbruises©2012