CZYPHR | She who dares, wins!: Poetry 2016

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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. :)

Caged | Poetry 2016

by Janessa Pablo | Multihyphenate on December 11, 2016

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 I...

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.

Home | Poetry 2016

by Janessa Pablo | Multihyphenate on December 04, 2016

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 ...

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.

Here | Poetry 2016

by Janessa Pablo | Multihyphenate on November 28, 2016

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 ne...

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.

Venus | Poetry 2016

by Janessa Pablo | Multihyphenate on November 26, 2016

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 ...

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.