Showing posts with label Poetry 2016. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry 2016. Show all posts
There are a lot of thing I am
There are a lot of things I'm not..
There's a happy side of me
There's one drowning in tears
It seems to me that I am no longer her
That girl who once vowed to conquer the world
My strength seems drained
My smile seems cold
I look in the mirror and I see none
Seems like I've disappeared now
I feel trapped once again
Why does freedom flee?
Yesterday my own sins bind me
But now another's trap me
The chains are stronger now
My own mind suffocates me
My own thoughts invalidate me
My is it that I bear this curse
It seems like a never ending race
Who will win, who is the victor
Will my darkness prevail
Or will hope once again recover me

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Disclaimer: These were written during one of the darkest points of my life. I have since recovered and I just wanted to share what helped me survive. :)
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I've always believed that home is where the heart is
Home is where I belong
Home is not a house, but a place
Wherever you feel calm

It's a wonderful place of peace
Away from shadows and monsters
And terror and nightmares
Home is where I feel safe

I thought I'd never find home
But home is what I found
When I look in your eyes
When I'm in your arms

I feel safe, secure, nothing can go wrong
I feel at peace and at ease
I never thought I'd find it
But you came and I did

Home is where the heart is
My favorite poetry piece
Home is where the heart is
And you have my heart, all the pieces.
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He's here.
Damn it he's here.
I can feel his marks again.
I can hear him laughing.

He's here.
He never really left.
He never really went.
He doesn't wanna leave.

He's here.
It was a mistake to believe.
It was wrong for me to drink.
I can't escape.

He's here.
He's waiting in the dark.
He's watching in the shadows.
He watches me while I sleep.

He's here.
They don't believe me.
They never will.
That's what he always says.

He's here.
They say ghosts aren't real.
They say angels protect me from demons.
They are wrong.

He's here.
He looks like an angel, as always.
They surrender me, again.
They always thought the bruises were makeup.

The reality is makeup covered the bruises.
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She often joked about her names
That each name represented a part of herself
Jokingly she'll change characters and ask me to call her by different names
She was obsessed with theatre and role play and acting
She was a rising star because she bring so much life to a role
It seemed like she never acted a character
The character just became her.
She was a pitiful orphan, bringing tears to the audience's eyes
She was a shameless courtesan, arousing the men in the room
She was a saint, a martyr, an angel
A soldier, a widow, an enchantress
A rebel, a writer, a priestess
One time she was cast for a role named Venus
For the first time ever she declined
She never declined a role, making time for each and every act
But Venus was declined.
She tore the script, burned the sheets
"I can't act Venus." she said.
"But that's your name" I replied.
"I can't, it will be too much"
"Too much of a role? But that's why they love you, because you give too much."
"I don't want to be Venus anymore."
"But you're Venus. This is about you. This is your moment."
"I have already left that name behind."
"I've already changed. I swore I'll no longer be her."
"I promised them I'll be good."
"I don't want to risk their anger."
I tried to convince her, I manipulated her to agree to the role.
It took sometime, but I was successful.
Not even the strongest minds can resist me, tried and tested and true.
Finally she said yes.
She'll play Venus.
I wish I never persuaded her to play.
I wish I read it first.
I thought this was about the goddess of love.
I was wrong. This is about the Morning Star.
But I was also correct, she is Venus.
In the flesh.
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Ako ay nasa bawat sulok ng lugar na ito.

Ako ay nagkalat sa kalye, sa sulok, sa loob at labas ng mundo.

Ako ay nabibilang sa henerasyong di kilala.

Henerasyong hindi pa kumpleto ang istorya.

Ako ang hinehele ni inay, inuutusan ni Itay.

Ako ang kinabukasang inaasahan ni Rizal.

Ako ang laman ng computer shop sa gabi.

Wala sa silid aralan, napag-iwanan at huli.

Ako ang may karatulang "Wag Tularan" sa daan.

Ako ay bihag ng maagang kapusukan.

Ako ang simbolo ng maling desisyon.

Ako ang nagtatamo ng paso ng sigarilyo.

Ako ang lumuluha ng patago.

Ako ang hinahalay sa dilim ni tiyo.

Ako ang ipinaglaban ng mga bayaning lumipas.

Ako ang inaruga sa sinapupunan ni Ina.

Ako ang tagapagmana ng hacienda ni Papa.

Ako ang itinataguyod ni ni ate at kuya.

Ako ang sandigan ng sambayanan.

Ako ang pundasyon ng kinabukasan.

Ako ang kumakatawan sa karamihan.

Ako ang nangangarap tumuntong sa paaralan.

Ako ang nagtitiis makapag-aral lamang.

Ako ang umaasam ng diploma at parangal.

Ako ang nakatakdang malingkod sa Inang Bayan.

Ako ang makapag-iisa sa ngayon at nakaraan.

Ako ang kabataan, nagsusumikap para sa Lupang Hinirang.
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I've always been one with poetry
I've always known which words to use
I've always believed in the patience of paper
I've always told my story with ink

Once again I ask for leniency
Let me express my feelings
I need to write out my agony
Lest I let sorrow ruin me

There are certain people with me
In my mind, in sleep and dream
For a few moments they leave me
But they always return to spite me

How ashamed I am to admit
That these people are my family
The ones who torture me mentally
Share the same blood as me

It's hard, it's depressing
To think that they test my sanity
Over and over for nineteen years
Are you trying to break me?

I don't know what your goal is
You have once forced me off the cliff
Once again are you pushing me
And make sure to this time end me?

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Disclaimer: These were written during one of the darkest points of my life. I have since recovered and I just wanted to share what helped me survive. :)
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It's oftentimes in these quiet moments
That you will feel something missing
Like your heart forgot one small beat
Like your lungs forgot how to breathe

It's a small, trivial thing
That when you're busy you don't see
But once your mind decides to wander
That's the moment when we..

We miss the hugs and kisses
We miss the laughter and tears
We miss the feeling of being together
We miss everything, each other

Right now that I'm thinking about it
It's as if I'm underwater
I'm scared to let go
For I feel like I will drown

Drown in the loneliness of your absence
Perish because of sadness
I once felt like I was sailing smoothly
But now I've lost all my buoyancy

I've lost direction, lost my map
But you're the Polaris that guides me
Far away, but twinkling brightly
Reminding me that you're still with me

Your name won't escape my lips
But my heart knows you very well
My skin has memorized your touch
Your face burned in my mind

Someday you'll read this, I know
Maybe find this in the attic
Or maybe I'll read it to you
Once again give you a piece of me

These are desperate times
I feel like I'm losing you
But I know I'll never, I won't
For a red string connects our pinkies

Like the legend I've told you,
Fate has destined us to meet
The stars have agreed to bind us
You're the other half of me

I guess by now I've divulged your name
Without speaking, I know it's plain
Who you are, what you are
Is one and the same, my everything.
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