Have you ever felt that?
When you don't feel good about yourself?
When you lose your appetite on things that you can do easily,
On your passion,
On your work loads.
Have you ever felt so empty?
Have you ever felt like your getting left behind?
'Coz I always do
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC
'Can you explain to me what has become of us?'
the song continued
as if it was played to hurt me on that evening ride.
'not even pleading can save us'
the lyrics echoed in my mind
it haunted me as I cried myself to sleep
I closed my eyes,
yet thousands of questions deprived me from my sleep
like what happened to the both of us?
can we get back?
did I fail to love you?
did I fail to recognize that we're falling apart?
was I not enough?
But no matter how much songs would I play
no exact lyrics can answer the queries
you've left in my broken soul
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
I got no letters,
yet you gave me a long list of excuses.
No roses from you,
Yet you made me feel numb with the thorn of your words which pricked my skin
no sweet words but there were few sweet lies as I can recall
It was just a normal day.
It was a day to recall the slumbering moments of lies and bitterness.
But that was heart's day, yet all I got was hurt's day.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC
But,
your "together"
was only
"to get her" ,
nothing more.
Love was not present on that relationship that she once had.
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 2:00 AM UTC
I am tired of writing so much about you
I am tired of seeing how excited your eyes were,
only to find out
that you're gaze wasn't fixed to mine.
Those pair of sad eyes were searching for someone else's face
in a room full of strangers
Today, I am not writing of how sad I was,
but, I am writing the things about you-
How deaf you were
that you cannot hear what my heart was telling you-
of how sad it was,
of how tired it was,
of how numbed and calloused it was.
But now, I am relearning how to wipe my own tears
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 3:03 AM UTC
remember to breathe,
wipe dry your tears.
remember to get up,
and ready yourself .
But, the thing that you need to remember
is to help your self,
because no one will
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 9:55 PM UTC
the truth is,
it's getting harder for me
to find
the path back to you.
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 8:20 PM UTC
Maybe
at the end of this day
I would stop begging
for your time and attention.
Maybe, just maybe.
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 1:48 AM UTC
She shaved her head,
the kind
that rebels do
in the past.
She lit a cigarette,
and blew off
tiny clouds of smoke
that she believed
could conceal
her thoughts
privately.
The thoughts
that deprives her of her sleep.
She drank
liquors of despair
of what she described
of her first taste of tequilla
-bittersweet.
Yet
she managed to look up
, raised her camera.
She pointed,
aimed and shoot
for that moon
hanging in the sky.
The moon that witnessed
most of her sorrowful nights,
the moon
who saw every tear drops
that seem to reflect
a little sparkle
with the stars light.
She picked up some debris
of the shattered mirror
under the lamp post,
and studied her face.
Her stare went blank,
it doesn't anymore show
thousands of stories
of resentments,
of remorse
and trepidation
but
fear and hopelessness.
She's gone numb and cold.
And with a sigh,
she let out the words
slowly,
"My heart has cried a story that a writer couldn't even tell"
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC
Maaga kong nilisan
ang lupang sakahan
Tinahak ang lugar
na maingay at magara,
ito pala ang Maynila.
‘di napigilan ng tirik na araw
ang aming pagkukumpulan.
Nagkamayan
kaming magkakabrad,
Simula na ng himagsikan.
Sariwa pa sa alala
kung pa’no
kami inagrabyado.
Itinulak.
Binugbog.
Tinakot.
Ginamitan ng dahas.
Sa plano ng gobyerno
kami pa rin pala ang talo.
Paano pa kami mabubuhay
kung wala ng lupang mapagtatamnan?
Akala ko sa bundok
o gubat lang may ahas
-yun ay sa akala ko lang pala.
Sa’ming magsasaka’y
Kumukulapot ang putik
Ngunit
sa inyong mga nakabarong,
animoy
walang duming nakabahid.
Sa inakala kong
tubig lang ang maaaring
idilig,
Dugo
pala nami’y pwede ring
pumatik.
Tila ba ang gobyerno’y namamanhid.
Nasaan na
ang pinangako nyong
libreng abono?
Ginawa nyo na bang pataba
sa mga bulsa nyo!?
Sa pagpunta
ng mga imperyalistang bansa,
Matutulugan
pa ba kaming mga dukha?
Makatatayo ako
sa aking pagkakadapa
Ngunit
ang bayan
kong nakalugmok ,
makakaahon pa kaya?
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 10:48 PM UTC