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Wala ba akong karapatan mapagod?
Rinig na rinig ko ang hiyaw ng aking kaluluwa
HIGA KA, HIGA KA, HIGA
PIKIT KA, PIKIT KA, PIKIT
IDLIP KA MUNA, KAIBIGAN
Gustong-gusto ko, pero hindi pwede

Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang kapaguran ko
Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang sakit
Dinadaan na lang sa biro at libog
Sa halakhak at ngiti
Sa mga sigawan at kwentuhan
Sa kalungkutan at panloloko sa sarili
Ito'y ang aking araw-araw

HIGA KA, HIGA KA, HIGA
PIKIT KA, PIKIT KA, PIKIT
IDLIP KA MUNA, KAIBIGAN
Kay sarap isipin
Kay sakit marinig
Pero sana'y makahiga, pikit, at idlip rin

At kahit minsan sana'y
Maramdaman ko ulit
Ang tunay na kapayapaan
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A poem every day.
05-11-19
 367° 
Zack Ripley
It's hard to live
But easy to die.
It's hard to love
But still we try.
It's hard to believe
That things can get better.
But life can change
As quick as the weather.
 274° 
Allison Wonder
The beast caused insanity
of course this wasn’t anything new to me
we’d been friends for eternity
living life uncomfortably

I asked him once to let me be
he laughed and just smiled at me
from that moment I knew I’d never be free
and that’s when it started; insanity
 243° 
Ally
As I walk through

These blurred, darkened walls

Displaying portraits of my hurt

Bloodstains that gives

My memories color


My handprints

Grasping, at my will

To reach the light
 230° 
Marisa Lu Makil
Often the choices that are the hardest to
Make are the ones that lead us to
Better things
 173° 
Nic Taylor
we've all got Demons inside
the parts of us that we usually Hyde

i can't help wondering what it would Be
if we tuned out Society and turned off the light

i feel my Heart beating at the speed of light
come on at me, I'm ready to Fight
the Exhilaration replaces the fear

If you miss the old me don't shed a tear
cause he ain't got No place here
First poem! Let me know if you like it and if I should write more! Thanks :)
 163° 
Alyssa
you say hi
and I undress
morals quiet down
engaged in acrobatics
of extramarital art
rendered mortals
fleeting the charge
of forbidden desire
in dark corridors
and numbered rooms
beneath my ribs
where our hopes riven
by a tender goodbye
 153° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
 152° 
Alex Teng
A kilogram of cotton,
A kilogram of nails,
Weight the same,
Step on a cotton,
Step on a nail,
Definitely won't feel the same
 140° 
Laiba
Help me God
I feel so alone
I am just a kid
I can't take it on my own
Sadness filled my heart  I am sourneded by people but cannot see people
 131° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 109° 
Me
I once was
in a hospital for depressed people
and I have never seen a place where roles
were switched
in such a paradoxal way.
Also the doc's final statement to me was: Well we think something must have just really made you insecure. Next time that happens, just do anything to distract yourself - clean the windows if necessary, just anything really!
This was such a symbolical statement. I think the doctors were much more scared inside than I was. I just stirred them up.
Don't ever hand over your own healing powers. You always have them.
 101° 
Eddie
in order to spend
you must give

but i gave you my all
and you spent it all

on someone else
that wasn't me

so tell me now,
how true it is to say
in order to spend
you must give
 99° 
R B M
Ten words isn’t enough to describe you,
I’ve unsuccessfully tried
 96° 
Maddy
No matter what
No matter when
Take the higher road
Agree to disagree
Think before you speak
You and your thoughts matter
We live in another time and place
Yesterday is over and done
Learn from it ,cherish it
Be ready for change
You have to accept that
Give social media a rest
Talk and converse with people
Rise up

[email protected]
Facebook has good points but insulting people as well as showing g horrible things,I do think so!
 90° 
Grey
As we rode our bikes,
through the fresh air,
along the beach,
through the woods,
through the fields,
but not everything has
a happy ending.
The fresh air soon becomes humid.
The beach becomes flooded.
The woods become filled with thorns.
The fields are perfect places for tornadoes.
Not everything has a bad ending.
The fresh air makes you breathe easy.
The beach has a beautiful sunset.
The forest has a wonderful breeze.
The field makes you feel so small and free.
 84° 
Bigyan Rai
Late night,
Sounds nearing slowly,
Getting closer than before,
Heart beating faster,
Sweat breaks free,
Hands sweating,
I sense their presence,
The little tiny creatures,
Banging against the closet doors,
Its like a different realm of existence,
Have you seen yours as well?
 75° 
Indigo Dream
If I ever truly lived
I lived within him
If I ever truly loved
it was only beneath him
I am afraid of being changed
because I don’t know that girl

what will be left of me?
Close your eyes
Count to ten
Take a breath
Find a pen
Write it out
Let it loose
Don't get lost
In these woods
For one day
You might get stuck
Way too far
In the muck
 75° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.
 72° 
Chantell Wild
if i leave behind all that isn't mine
open up arms to the shifting of time
and let be what will be
would i see another picture of me?
of course i would.
what is it that I want to see?
it evades me this, this mystery.
 66° 
Donna
Speak your mind be you
Be kind smart and not afraid
Spread your wings and fly
❤️
 65° 
sydney
i said i don't know if i believe in soulmates
and you told me that you believed in me and you.
 64° 
jackie
there is no light in this place
only broken mirrors
and black cats
and stairs as doorways.
it is too dark here for any man or monster to ever escape
i’d give you my heart, i think (circle, mitski)
 64° 
ConcretePoet
i mean,

  let's be frank
here.

you haven't
   sipped
from me
  in a lifetime.

nor have
  i wanted
or wasted
   my moments
drinking
    in you!

i know
   what we are
and what
   we should do
but....

  just put
more makeup
   on that pig...

but eventually,

  you too
will realize that
  no amount
of makeup
  can pretty
what is ugly.

'Yours and everyone's concrete-poet'
 60° 
ymmiJ
capital panic
grubby fingers losing grip
as the drain opens
this is what we get for years of putting trust in fallible men and their greedy ways. Drain it and parking lot it.
It's like being stuck in a cave,
I want to find the light and claw my way out
But sometimes I wind up deeper than before
I don't want to lose my family, found or otherwise, nor my lover
But oh, did I mention the cave is underwater?
I only ever wanted to be a perfect daughter.
 59° 
Thewallflowerguy
I see you
I see me
Not being chosen
I see you having more fun
I see you walk by casuallly dismissing me
I see your lips with a dark shade of  maroon moving and not a single moment of silence
I see your  brown eyes not even glancing  towards me
I see the red-brown of your hair but they face me
I see your long silver earings dangling and shaking as you laugh
I see the golden bracelets in your hand  slide back as you tie your hair
I see you
I see me
                             All alone
When you are nothing more than a second choice
 57° 
Jack
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
 56° 
Shane
Hello Moon,
Where are you tonight?
Are you busy stealing
Someone else's starlight?
I miss your cold hue
Draped in aquamarine dreams,
Now filled with empty bedtimes
And thoughts of you.

Moon,
Midnights come and go.
I lie lifeless and alone
Forever searching windows
For your eyes dipped in stone.
Do your cold hands reach for another,
Across new sands, in silhouettes together?

Tell me Moon,
Why did you leave me,
With this constant hopeless
Shimmering black sea?
With each passing tide
I see your reflections,
A sparkling mirage
Of lights long died.

Still Moon,
You remain a silent black.
An abyss of endless memories,
Broken chances and cracks.
But Moon, don't worry
Through them I see
A life once hidden,
Now finally freed.
Your forever night is done.
Goodbye Moon,
Hello sun.
Moon....let me sleep. I've let you go. So Goooo.
 55° 
Hope
he called me by my middle name
“i love you liz”
that’s what he said
“i’m so lucky to have you liz”
i’m sorry liz
i’m sorry i’ve treated you so horribly
liz, liz, liz, liz, liz
now i hate my middle name
 51° 
badtaste
this is
we're falling in love
taking our time.
this is
we're caught making love
we're out of line.

this is, the happily-ever-after that was meant to be.
this is, your dream of growing old
but not with me.

this is the hot regret in your stomach
this is the cold prison you've never wanted
this is a daydream gone grey
this is the cycle of pain you just can't escape
this palace built on pleasant patience-
aged well with genuine grace-
underneath these wallpapers
a smell of rot-
an infiltrating sour scent of danger-  

this is the crushed rock wall in my soul
this is myself never to know why-
since ignorance makes the best slaves-
I will resist  to change
goodbye.
this is ironic ig
 51° 
Caela Bay
Seven years is long enough
    to change everything about one's self.

New hair,
   New clothes,
   New friends.

Your favorite movie probably isn't even the same.
But I remember what it was half a decade ago,
               and it's still my favorite.

Your voice is deeper now,
your words arent as sweet.
I have no clue what has happened to you
in the past seven years.

But I won't get over the fact
that your eyes are still kind,
and I imagined marrying you one day.
 50° 
nanimono
We are the sun and moon
Created as a pairs
But never really be together
We can only greeting each other at the dusk
Too busy filling the beauty of the horizon
 50° 
Nina
I'm that waitress
Every guy wants to be served by
Wants to talk to
Wants to bring out on a date
I'm that waitress
Guys would want to hit on
Want to bring back home
Want to take advantage of
Sadly that's all I'll ever be
A waitress they want to get laid by

Maybe someday
One day
There will be a guy
That will say
She's that waitress
I would want to marry
And have my future with
Maybe one day
I'd be a waitress
That people would view with good intentions
 50° 
Chad Clarke
~
A glistening moonlight
shines upon us both.
Trees lie awake bearing fruits of truth.
An apple, like a stud in my throat.

A forsaken knowledge,
a loss of courage,
we see the truth in our lives.
So long have we lived deprived.

With a betrayal of trust, he forced us out
and away from home we went.
No longer in Eden, expulsed for treason,
we made do with our new-found freedom.
~
 49° 
Elna
The feeling when no one is watching
Never goes away
Creeping behind my back
And stabs me through my chest
 48° 
Jade Lima
What’s with all the games?
It’s driving me insane.
I’ve never had any desire to play.
Just let me be free, but with you I’m trapped in a cage.
Petty mischief.
It’s no wonder I’m stuck in remiss.
No ones life should turn out like this.
Go to hell and let me live.
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