MY LITTLE STAR

Roar says the king of the jungle A thunder clap from the heavens A deafening sound Threatening loud Conveying brute masculinity Maybe masculine toxicity He’s in control, superior, and fearless Yet alone, with scars, and helpless Everybody runs away from him Indestructible is what they see He bleeds, his agony increases No one notices the tears in his eyes For no one dares to look at them His invitation of help was a surprise He could not recall the last time When someone actually listened to his cries Or someone heed to his ambiguous roar No one paid attention He was heard but they were wrong …everyone thought he was strong by Floyd Roald GRAB A COPY OF MY BOOK! AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE (PAPERBACK & DIGITAL) VIA AMAZON/ KINDLE AND OTHER MAJOR PUBLISHING PLATFORMS.

CALDERA My pyroclastic heart is a volcano With a wide crater Did love provoke the magma? Or was it anger? My flammable chest is incinerated This dripping-like-sweat eruption Caused my chest’s combustion I wanted to extinguish the fire To see these unremovable stains See the scars remain Pain’s retained Brain, invaded by these flames Telling me to keep on burning Till the bottom of the ocean’s evaporated Till the lava has eaten me whole Till my whole pot is melted Just for you To see me Melt for you by Floyd Roald GRAB A COPY OF MY BOOK! AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE (PAPERBACK & DIGITAL) VIA AMAZON/ KINDLE AND OTHER MAJOR PUBLISHING PLATFORMS.

BLOOD MOON You think that the whole world is enough to hide you from the pedantic sunlight That serves as a spotlight, highlighting your craters You’re frightened, frantic, acting up when the sky’s lit You only reveal yourself at night Inside your empyrean empire Designed to conceal your anxiety No more, “What’s wrong with me?” Don’t let society dictate who you have to be I see you clearly, rubescent in the shade Your blood is not your grave Incarnadine their hate Incarcerate their neglect Your imperfections made you perfect

ANGER IS A GIFT I tested positive Positive of fear Afraid that my anger evolves into hate We contemplate Why do we torment ourselves? Why do we deserve this pain? It is us disseminating the message versus them discriminating every person who looks like me Hashtags and statement shirts became provisional inocula They feel righteous that their iris sees our ethnicity as virus But they are the disease From subways to busy streets It does not matter Poor or rich Male, female, elderly and kids There is no vaccine for this #StopAsianHate

LINES I love you in every line of this letter And every lines of each letter That I used to fill this paper up Each line is intertwined Like lines on my palms I drew a pen from my pocket To draw you on my palm Add more lines with the existing ones Once anyone reads my palm They will see the lines They will see my future They will see you We are waves connected to each other We are each other’s burden We are each other’s reason We are each other’s purpose My heart is a time bomb A detonator exploding in my chest Covering my lungs Cardiac arrest I wrote thousands of love letters in my head To show you how my breathing became difficult And if words are inadequate I’d bury you in it But I ended up clogging my head about you I’m braindead I love you from my opening line To my vows on our wedding day I love you with every lines of my letters Loving every lines of each letters Till our lines on our foreheads show Or the hospital monitor turns flatline You and I forever is my forever finish line GRAB A COPY OF MY BOOK! AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE (PAPERBACK & DIGITAL) VIA AMAZON/ KINDLE AND OTHER MAJOR PUBLISHING PLATFORMS.

ANGELS BELONG IN HEAVEN One, two, three, four, five, six, seven sheep I yanked the clouds from the sky for your comfy sleep Between my arms is where I’m keeping you But fate decided to limit me meeting you I sniff the scent that you created in my head I didn’t consent you leaving out of your bed You probably don’t belong here, I reckon They probably have better toys in heaven Your kiss could have been sweeter than honey Your hugs could have been cozier than a shawl I might not have seen you walk in front of me But you left footprints in my heart and soul I would read you some bedtime stories Though, I don’t know what your current time is Eight sheep, nine sheep, ten sheep, eleven I wish I could tuck you to sleep in heaven by Floyd Roald GRAB A COPY OF MY BOOK! AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE (PAPERBACK & DIGITAL) VIA AMAZON/ KINDLE AND OTHER MAJOR PUBLISHING PLATFORMS.

I have never realized that pain could be so loud It’s deafening sound hurts my ear But probably just a quarter of what you feel Or eight, or sixteenth Your dominant hand carries your inferior heart I’m hearing your heart Tearing apart Teary and dark Weary and you’re wishing it would stop But it won’t You unclenched your fist enough To scrape a paper with words from your heavy heart Letting it bleed through the pen If only your tears would dry as quick as the ink But it won’t Frankly, you’ve chosen to be in pain You submerged yourself in it You are refusing to admit you are sinking Thinking you’d be able to swim through it You need to escape Get off that pool before it pulls you deeper A helping hand is useless if you won’t extend yours Oxygen does not keep you alive, breathing it does You stay in pain wishing to reverse it You stay in pain thinking you could fix it You need to escape But you won’t

I, I CAN’T I can’t breathe Should I dial 9-1-1? But my hands are in cuffs Also, they might not arrive Because they’re already here I am the one begging for help While he’s the one who’s on his knee Making me breathe this merciless pavement Can somebody call 9-1-1? The thing is, this is more than an emergency I am not resisting arrest I am resisting death I can’t breathe I can’t I by Floyd Roald GRAB A COPY OF MY BOOK! AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE (PAPERBACK & DIGITAL) VIA AMAZON/ KINDLE AND OTHER MAJOR PUBLISHING PLATFORMS.