there are good days,
then there are bad days;
there are days that start out alright
but then they spoil, and i cry over them at night.
days when i realise there are still remnants of the pain,
ghosts of the past that cling to me, memories that remain.
it's so easy to bury them, you know,
yet it's so hard for them to let me go.
on days like these, i try so hard to be okay.
i distract myself with things that make me feel
as if the pain was never there in the first place,
i just wish that feeling could stay longer, be real.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 12:36 PM UTC
ilang taon na ang nakalipas at wala akong naisulat na kahit na ano
sa lahat ng nangyari, sa lungkot, sa ligaya,
hindi ko magawan ng kahit simple lang na tula.
parang naubusan ako, para bang naubos ako.
pilit kong sinusubukan,
ngunit napagod lamang ako.
napagod piliting may maramdamang malalim,
sa mga panahong pakiramdam ko hindi ako karapatdapat makaramdam ng kahit ano.
ngayong sa aking pagbalik, nais kong makasalubong ang dating ako.
sana sa panahong ito, mahanap ko muli ang sarili ko.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 12:31 PM UTC
i can still remember how i used to pick up a pen and paper,
and i would have so many things to say,
things that used to matter,
too much going on in a day.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 12:30 PM UTC
he says he loved her, but only as a friend;
she says she would still love him regardless, until the end.
she says she loved him way too much;
he says he loved her too, but not as much.
he says he tried to return the love she gave;
she says she was a martyr for love, and a slave.
she says she would never tire out;
he says he did not mean to just fool about.
she says he tricked her into giving all her love away;
he says she did it all on her own, that he didn't even have anything to say.
he says she suddenly vanished into thin air;
she says he became someone she could no longer bear.
she says he–the he she first met–had left her;
he says she–the she he knew best–turned out to be just like his mother.
she says she tried to stay with him;
he says she broke her promise–“through thick and thin.”
she says she still loves him, despite what happened three years ago;
he says he is not the same person she loved from long ago.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
When somebody leaves and takes away all your bright and happy colors,
Why would they not take with them the blacks and whites and greys?
How could they bear to see you suffer with these sad and lifeless colors
When they could have just left you with nothing?
Isn't that even their purpose for leaving?
Why would they have to leave fragments?
And all you're left to do is see them,
Everywhere you turn, everywhere you look.
Longing for them, yearning for when they'd come back
Even though you know they won't.
Why would they want you to hurt if, in the first place, they loved you?
Or would that have been just something that slips from their lips
From time to time,
Said to every one,
Anyone?
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
For some,
Life hits like a truck.
For others:
A thousand papercuts.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
You've never left my mind
Not even after you left me in a pool of my own sorrow
Everyday I think, if only I could see you tomorrow
So many people have promised to love me the way I want to love you
So many people promising me to marry me and keep me forever too
But it's just not you
I miss you
I miss us
I miss the memories we made
Happiness is what I'm being given but I'm not accepting all of it. Because I'm waiting for you to give me the rest.
And I can't move on knowing we can never be okay again.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 12:16 AM UTC
she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars
you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life
she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole
but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you
x.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 12:16 AM UTC
Why do all colors have a description to them?
Red- For strength or anger
Yellow- For sunshine and happiness
Pink- For all girls
Blue- For the boys and for when you're sad
Black- For hate and fear
Purple- For luxury and ambition
Green- For nature and energy
We force people to be someone by giving them a label.
Should we do that to colors too?
Why should black be the evil one?
Why can't yellow be a way to express sadness?
Why is pink for girls?
Just why?
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 1:36 AM UTC