Poetry anyone?

[phruckthoy]

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Power of Love

When we are together,
I feel like the moment should last forever,
My feelings toward you are strong and real.
But I wonder what do you feel?
I love you more than words can say,
All I want is to be with you every second of every day.
I hope that we never break apart,
`Cause surely that would break my fragile heart.

[galenostiel]

HOMECOMING

Dark. Ah, yes.
Rightly so.
How the darkness
welcomes me, its cold
caress like refreshing
rain washing over
my very soul.

It soothes me.
I revel in the
murky absence of
light and color
and rejoice in this
blanket of nothingness.

The shadows dance
in delight and the
sinewy branches of
near-dead trees
seem to part
in greeting.

Voiceless whispers
enfold my whole being,
exultant echoes
reaching forth to wrap
me in blissful gloom.
Daughter of darkness...
You have come to us!

Yes...
Yes, my dark friends,
my precious, wicked kin!
I am here.
I have returned.
I have come home.

[balamban]

i like poetry it touches one's soul

[firefox47]

Wow it is good to know that we have many istoryan poets

[crystselene]

Bringing the Dolls by Marlie M. Alunan

Two dolls in rags and tatters

one missing an arm and a leg,

the other blind in one eye---

I grabbed them from her arms,

"No," I said, "they cannot come."

Each tight luggage

I had packed

only for the barest need:

no room for sentiment or memory

to clutter with loose ends

my stern resolve. I reasoned,

even a child must learn

she cannot take

what must be left behind.

And so the boat turned seaward

a smart wind blowing dry

the stealthy tears I could not wipe.

Then I saw---rags, tatters and all---

there among the neat trim packs,

the dolls I ruled to leave behind.

Her silence should have

warned me

she knew her burdens

as I knew mine:

her clean white years unlived---

and paid my price

she battened on a truth

she knew I too must own:

When what's at stake

is loyalty or love,

hers are the true rights,

her own faiths she must keep,

not I.

[crystselene]

i wrote this cause i realized something...hehehe


Thoughts in Words

I was trying so hard
to put my thoughts into words,
I knew it would't come to me
if I only used words as words.

It's useless, I thought
I couldn't stand to look
at the half-filled and sometimes empty
pages of my notebook

And then I found a solution ( I guess)
I tried to sound insane
to use words I hardly know about
for nothing was too vain

But I ran out of words too often
reality hit me hard
it's not about using fancy words
it can be plain but from the heart.

[boknoyet]

something i did.

hinaing ng isang preso

Tubo, dos-por-dos, at icepick
heto ang tanging mapagkakatiwalaan mo
hindi si Tomeng na binati ka sa pamamagitan ng pagbigay ng yosi sayo
Kung hindi pa nasisingot ng shabu ang natitirang utak mo, alam mong...
mamaya, maniningil siya.

Matagal na rin ako dito sa loob
sa salang di ko naman ginawa
Ay! oo nga pala may sala din pala ako.
Gaya lang din ng sa'yo.

Kung mamasdan mo ang paligid, parang isang malaking imburnal ng tao rito.
Masaya.
At least alam mo na ang hitsura ng impyerno.

Masaya rin dito. may rapist, drug pusher, adik, estafador, mamatay-tao, arsonista, aktibista, rebelde, smuggler, snatcher, kidnapper, at dating mga parak. (kulang na lang iyong pinakamalaking kriminal sa lahat.)

Ano pa't nangungrus ka? walang diyos. sa dumi ng budhi mo humihingi ka pa ng saklolo.
Masdan mo dun sa taas nakatayo ang diyos natin: si warden
akbay niya ang kristo: si mayor.


Huwag mo nang subukang tumakas... ginawa ko na rin iyon dati.
Anong napala ko? wala. maswerte ka kung hindi kuryentihin ang ari mo.

Sa pagtagal mo dito masasanay ka rin. At kung makaalis ka man, mababtid mong kailangan mong bumalik.
Kaya naman tanggapin mo na lang, kakosa, hindi ang skwater na basurahan ang ngayo'y bahay mo.

kundi ang matitibay na haligi at malamig na rehas ng Bilibid.

[crystselene]

PUDDLES AND PAGES

my life is as shallow as this puddle. the deepest part of it is visible.
Others say, they're deep...

but tell me, HOW DEEP IS DEEP?

my joys and my pains were the things that made the woman out of me.
I can't hide them all forever. transparent like the waters of a puddle.

I am one open book, but just like other books that have been used without care,

I lost some pages of myself.

pages that were so valuable and complex that it is only now that I can fully understand it.

...pages that tell the long forgotten chapters of my life...

[tahbiapo]

i love you by sara teasdale

When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.

When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.

Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.

O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.

[Innosaint]

JASON...

MAHAL KITA... pero may karapatan parin ba ako na mahalin ka sa kabila ng lahat?

...nakikita mo lang ang ngiti ko pero ayaw mong makita ang bawat pagluha ko

...nakikita mo lang kung gaano kalinis ang mga isinusuot ko pero ayaw mo na akong tingnan kapag nadumihan na ang mga ito

...gusto mo lang makita ang rosas sa mga palad ko pero hindi ang putik at lupa sa ilalim nito

...niyayakap mo lang ako kapag ibinibigay ko ang sarili ko sayo dahil kung hindi, ni hindi mo ako hahawakan

...nakikipagusap ka lang sa akin kapag gusto mo ang takbo ng usapan pero ako, kahit hindi ko alam, kahit hindi kita mainitindihan pinipilit kong intindihin ka

...nakikita mo ang materyal na bagay at ayaw mong pakinggan ang mismong ibinubulong ng puso

...hahayaan mo akong pumasok sa mundo mo kung malinis ako, kung perpekto ako, dahil kung hindi pagsasarhan mo ako ng pinto

...kaya pinilit kong maging tama kahit mali na ako, pinilit kong maging masaya kahit sa loob luhaan ako, pinilit kong magsuot ng puti kahit sa loob nuon ay sumisigaw ng pagdurusa, pinilit kong pilitin ang sarili ko na gawin ang lahat ng para sa iyo ay perpekto

...akala ko sa kabila ng lahat ng iyon hindi mo ako minahal...pero ako pala ang hindi nagmahal sa sarili ko.

I MISSED YOU... JASON. TIL THIS WRITING...