Marcus Lomboy.
Friend, brother, son, student, listener, thinker, creative, writer, poet, spoken word artist, performer, artist, emcee, storyteller, logophile, semi-professional class clown, bibliophile, sartorial enthusiast, sandwich connoisseur, shower singer, transformer, spitter of hot fyah.
Hip hop, poetry, music, art, graffiti, menswear, robots, ninjas, tacos, iced tea, bacon, sushi, sandwiches.
'91 | Toronto, Ontario, Canada by way of Quezon City, Philippines

I get my energy, from my inner G.
My greatest enemy, is my inner me.
Work hard. Play harder.
Walk with me.
Day 30:
“Let’s stay here.
Call the road a home
And find familiar in the most
Unexpected places.
Make a home out of my arms.
The doors are open for you
And they do not stay in only one place.”
#poetry #poemaday #pagepoetry #spokenword
Day 29:
“We are a car full of excitement.
Highway sing alongs of blaring music
And bobbing music.
We were youth!
Ad example of why the young
Find beauty and enjoyment
In finding ourselves lost
But knew just where we were going.”
#poetry #poemaday #pagepoetry #spokenword #latepass
Day 27:
“You fit into the crook on my neck
Like a puzzle piece that just found
A new set of open arms to call home.
Sleep, baby.
And let’s pretend that tonight
Won’t end as long as your skin
Holds onto mine like a secret.”
#poetry #poemaday #pagepoetry #spokenword
Day 26:
“Silence is loud.
It says many things that sound can’t.
It speaks in volumes that remind us
That sometimes,
It s the quiet ones that hurt the most.
Let’s speak.
And maybe the silence will open.”
#poetry #poemaday #pagepoetry #spokenword
Day 24: “I miss you like stray bullets. There are reasons to miss you in bullet form camouflaged into my skin. Maybe I’ll show them to you when I finally stop playing war with myself.” #poetry #poemaday #pagepoetry #spokenword
Day 23: “Sometimes, strength is something I’m not strong enough to hold. Like the weight of the world was nothing compared to the weight of mine. Maybe I’m more than that. And I still need to be more than me.” #poetry #poemaday #pagepoetry #spokenword
Day 22: “Understanding is a full time career that I still have trouble finding a grasp of. It is another language for my lips to learn when my mother tongue already wrestles with how I think I’m supposed to speak on a daily basis. There are days when I speak it better than others. And some days I don’t. I might as well be mute.” #poetry #poemaday #pagepoetry #spokenword
Day 21: “Let’s play pretend for a second. Lets say every minute was an hour. Every hour was a day. Every day, a week. Every week is a month, and every month is a year. A year would stretch for an eternity. So now that we’ve got that out of the way…excuse me miss, could I have a minute of your time? Maybe a year.” #poetry #poemaday #pagepoetry #spokenword #love
Day 20: “The sun has this bad habit of deciding to call it a day when I’m with you. I don’t like quitters. I think he should treat the sky like life and hang in there.” #poetry #poemaday #spokenword #pagepoetry #latepass
Day 19: “Sometimes, silences sound like empty sentences and broken promises. It is in the breaking echo in between syllables that carries the most weight. The things we don’t say are the strongest songs we can make. And sometimes, silence is a siren.” #poetry #poemaday #pagepoetry #spokenword
Day 18: “There is something in your smile that screams safe haven. Your lips are open arms. Your eyes are safe passages. You are a dock, and every time under you, I feel like a battleship coming home from war.” #poetry #poemaday #pagepoetry #spokenword
Day 17: “To the first, and hopefully the last girl I will fall in love with. I have spent a night in your embrace and it feels like I’ve found a place to rest my head for the night. You have midnight in your arms and I just want to lie down and watch the stars.” #poetry #poemaday #pagepoetry #spokenword
Day 16: “There are moments when you realize that love doesn’t always have to be a feeling that grows in your chest. Nor the buzzing cave of fireflies in your stomach. Forget the thoughts that seek the solitude of doubt and remind yourself. Sometimes, love is the realization that your heart isn’t feeling a world’s worth of right, but that your heart is in someone else’s hands.” #poetry #poemaday #pagepoetry #spokenword
Day 15: “Sometimes, the hardest fight to win is the one where you shouldn’t. There is something that taunts impossibility with winning while not fighting. Maybe it’s too easy that way. Maybe we just can’t be that calm when we just care so much.” #poetry #poemaday #spokenword #pagepoetry
Day 14: “On some days, I never feel like I’m enough. On the other days, I might be able to pass it off as accepting myself. And it in in those nights I find the worst parts of myself. When I have the audacity to stand content in all the flaws I still have to change.” #poetry #poemaday #spokenword #pagepoetry