brian-bernales - Hello Poetry

Sa tuwing makikita ko Ang mga ngiti mo Wari ko'y matutumba ako Lagi ka na lang pinagmamasdan Mula dito sa malayo Tumitingin... Tumititig... Basta masulyapan ka lamang Masaya na ako Nagtitiis... Nag-aabang... Nagbabakasakaling ikaw din ay mapatingin Hindi mo alam kung gaano ako kasaya Kapag nakikita kita Ayos lang kahit na may kasama kang iba Alam ko namang wala akong pag-asa Kaya dito na lang ako sa malayo Pagmamasdan ang mga ngiti mo Magtitiis... Mag-aabang... Magbabakasakaling ako rin ay makikita mo

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Sep 3, 2016

Sep 3, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC

brian-bernales

Dito sa Malayo

Sa tuwing makikita ko Ang mga ngiti mo Wari ko'y matutumba ako Lagi ka na lang pinagmamasdan Mula dito sa malayo Tumitingin... Tumititig... Basta masulyapan ka lamang Masaya na ako Nagtitiis... Nag-aabang... Nagbabakasakaling ikaw din ay mapatingin Hindi mo alam kung gaano ako kasaya Kapag nakikita kita Ayos lang kahit na may kasama kang iba Alam ko namang wala akong pag-asa Kaya dito na lang ako sa malayo Pagmamasdan ang mga ngiti mo Magtitiis... Mag-aabang... Magbabakasakaling ako rin ay makikita mo

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Falling for someone you don't entirely know, You are tirelessly entering an endeavor you are to lose, You give your entire being to an entirely different entity, Who entices you with flashes of brilliance and mistery. You effortlessly exert effort for a hopeless cause. You are endlessly waiting for an eternity that will not come, You picked a battle you have lost long before you could have won. To fall in love with someone you barely know, don't do it, just please, don't.

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brian-bernales

Sep 2, 2016

Sep 2, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC

thegoodboywithin

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Falling for someone you don't entirely know, You are tirelessly entering an endeavor you are to lose, You give your entire being to an entirely different entity, Who entices you with flashes of brilliance and mistery. You effortlessly exert effort for a hopeless cause. You are endlessly waiting for an eternity that will not come, You picked a battle you have lost long before you could have won. To fall in love with someone you barely know, don't do it, just please, don't.

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*They say "Falling in love is a beautiful thing" Well I say "Sleeping is the best"*

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brian-bernales

Aug 26, 2016

Aug 26, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC

nicolycious

**Untitled**

*They say "Falling in love is a beautiful thing" Well I say "Sleeping is the best"*

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I've always known that I can't write happy poems happy poems are inspiring. happy. unsure. a fantasy. and there's something about insincerity that disrupts the beauty of poetry so I write about pain, and wounds, and melancholy I write about it so often that I have become fluent in the language of depression I can tell you the whole history of every scar and I can show how crippled my heart has become but I can't tell you the last time I was happy or if I was ever happy. happiness feels so foreign in my mouth but the thorns in my throat feel like home. a broken and dysfunctional home, but home nonetheless. so keep this in mind, beloved one, I would love you with my broken heart but it would never change the number of poems I would want to write when I look at you.

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brian-bernales

Aug 26, 2016

Aug 26, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC

certain-dark-things

this is why I can't stay

I've always known that I can't write happy poems happy poems are inspiring. happy. unsure. a fantasy. and there's something about insincerity that disrupts the beauty of poetry so I write about pain, and wounds, and melancholy I write about it so often that I have become fluent in the language of depression I can tell you the whole history of every scar and I can show how crippled my heart has become but I can't tell you the last time I was happy or if I was ever happy. happiness feels so foreign in my mouth but the thorns in my throat feel like home. a broken and dysfunctional home, but home nonetheless. so keep this in mind, beloved one, I would love you with my broken heart but it would never change the number of poems I would want to write when I look at you.

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Ang dami ko nang nagawang tula, Pero masasabi ko na isa ito sa paborito kong nagawa, Bumalik tayo sa oras, Sa oras na nakalipas, Habang ako'y naglalakbay, Nakita ko ang mga panahon na ako'y sumablay, Natawa nalang ako sa aking nakita, Nadinig ko ang mga mapapait at matatamis na salita, Nakita ko ang mga taong humulma sakin, Nais ko sana silang tanungin. Ngunit hindi sapat ang aking oras, Sa oras na lahat ng larawan ay nagsimula ng kumupas, Nakita kita na paparating, Hindi ko napigilan na tumitig at mapatingin. Oo itong mga matang ito napatitig sayo, Sabay bulong sa hangin na sana maging tayo.

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brian-bernales

Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC

TheLostSoul

PANAHON

Ang dami ko nang nagawang tula, Pero masasabi ko na isa ito sa paborito kong nagawa, Bumalik tayo sa oras, Sa oras na nakalipas, Habang ako'y naglalakbay, Nakita ko ang mga panahon na ako'y sumablay, Natawa nalang ako sa aking nakita, Nadinig ko ang mga mapapait at matatamis na salita, Nakita ko ang mga taong humulma sakin, Nais ko sana silang tanungin. Ngunit hindi sapat ang aking oras, Sa oras na lahat ng larawan ay nagsimula ng kumupas, Nakita kita na paparating, Hindi ko napigilan na tumitig at mapatingin. Oo itong mga matang ito napatitig sayo, Sabay bulong sa hangin na sana maging tayo.

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Tanghali na at nais ko sana magsulat, Ibuhos ang lahat ng aking gustong ipagtapat, Ngunit wala, walang lumabas ni isang letra o salita, Nahihirapan na kahit hindi halata. Isang lapis at papel ang aking hawak, Ang daming bumubulabog sa aking utak, Nais ko sanang iparating sayo, Binighani mo ang puso ko. Kaso ang hirap, ang hirap hirap isulat ng aking nadarama, Na parang magiging katawatawa o masyadong madrama, Hindi ko alam kung paano pero ito ang naisip ko, Naisip kong paraan para masabi sayo. Ang pagsulat. Dahil ito ang aking bibig, Ito ang tanging paraan para mailabas ko ang aking hinanakit o pag-ibig, Nakakatawa man o ang "corny" pakinggan, Pero kahit ganoon pa man, ipagpapatuloy ko sa paraan na makakagaan. Makakagaan sa akin at sa mga taong makakabasa, Na hindi ito sinulat ng basta basta, Isang blankong papel at isang ordinaryong katulad ko, Isinusulat ang lahat ng mensahe sa paraan na alam ko. Gagabihin nanaman kaka-isip, At bibisita nanaman ang mga talang gabi gabing sumisilip, Nakakatuwa dahil sila ang laging kausap, Habang natutulog ang mga ulap. Isang blankong papel ang aking hawak, Walang kawala sa magulo kong utak

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brian-bernales

Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC

TheLostSoul

BLANKONG PAPEL

Tanghali na at nais ko sana magsulat, Ibuhos ang lahat ng aking gustong ipagtapat, Ngunit wala, walang lumabas ni isang letra o salita, Nahihirapan na kahit hindi halata. Isang lapis at papel ang aking hawak, Ang daming bumubulabog sa aking utak, Nais ko sanang iparating sayo, Binighani mo ang puso ko. Kaso ang hirap, ang hirap hirap isulat ng aking nadarama, Na parang magiging katawatawa o masyadong madrama, Hindi ko alam kung paano pero ito ang naisip ko, Naisip kong paraan para masabi sayo. Ang pagsulat. Dahil ito ang aking bibig, Ito ang tanging paraan para mailabas ko ang aking hinanakit o pag-ibig, Nakakatawa man o ang "corny" pakinggan, Pero kahit ganoon pa man, ipagpapatuloy ko sa paraan na makakagaan. Makakagaan sa akin at sa mga taong makakabasa, Na hindi ito sinulat ng basta basta, Isang blankong papel at isang ordinaryong katulad ko, Isinusulat ang lahat ng mensahe sa paraan na alam ko. Gagabihin nanaman kaka-isip, At bibisita nanaman ang mga talang gabi gabing sumisilip, Nakakatuwa dahil sila ang laging kausap, Habang natutulog ang mga ulap. Isang blankong papel ang aking hawak, Walang kawala sa magulo kong utak

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Why Don’t I Hate You? Why don’t I hate you, after all you have done to me? I have never known anyone who could destroy me so completely. I was blinded by the false vows you made of a future; Only to find out you were nothing but an abuser. I had no warning,you just suddenly vanished; Leaving me to question, and,my inner demons to vanquish. It took all I had not to curl up and die. Instead I wrote down my feelings, and, gave permission cry. In a letter addressed to you, I never sent; I poured out my “Whys” until I was spent. I acknowledged the future you told me was a lie. It was time to let go, and, say my final goodbyes. I struck a match, to burn my memories of you. I watched the flames grow, and then it was through. A piece of my heart died the day you left me alone. I wondered how could someone have a heart made of stone. I had to create my own ending to us. I’m forever changed, and, I won't be so quick to trust. I hope that one day I am able to forgive you. Because in doing that, I can reclaim what I most value. Myself. Randy McPeek

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brian-bernales

Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC

randy-mcpeek

Why Don't I Hate You?

Why Don’t I Hate You? Why don’t I hate you, after all you have done to me? I have never known anyone who could destroy me so completely. I was blinded by the false vows you made of a future; Only to find out you were nothing but an abuser. I had no warning,you just suddenly vanished; Leaving me to question, and,my inner demons to vanquish. It took all I had not to curl up and die. Instead I wrote down my feelings, and, gave permission cry. In a letter addressed to you, I never sent; I poured out my “Whys” until I was spent. I acknowledged the future you told me was a lie. It was time to let go, and, say my final goodbyes. I struck a match, to burn my memories of you. I watched the flames grow, and then it was through. A piece of my heart died the day you left me alone. I wondered how could someone have a heart made of stone. I had to create my own ending to us. I’m forever changed, and, I won't be so quick to trust. I hope that one day I am able to forgive you. Because in doing that, I can reclaim what I most value. Myself. Randy McPeek

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"You know what the sad part is?" she asked as she carefully sips her succulent and aromatic albeit bitter coffee. "My reflection is more of who I am than the one looking at it," with her eyes brimming with tears, she hurriedly continued, "That and I do not seem to know how to rhyme anymore these days."

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brian-bernales

Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC

marsbars

You've been on my mind.

"You know what the sad part is?" she asked as she carefully sips her succulent and aromatic albeit bitter coffee. "My reflection is more of who I am than the one looking at it," with her eyes brimming with tears, she hurriedly continued, "That and I do not seem to know how to rhyme anymore these days."

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Sa paningin ko'y ika'y parang santo At ako nama'y parang g*go Na palaging hinahanap ang mga ngiti sa mukha mo Masulyapan ka lamang Masaya na ako Ngunit pagkatapos ay babalik din ang sakit sa aking puso Wala akong magawa kundi masaktan at magtiis Kaya ako ngayo'y puno na lamang ng hinagpis Oo late na ako, nasa piling ka na ngayon Ng isang taong mahalaga rin sa buhay ko Kaya kahit anong pilit ko Hindi magkakaroon ng "tayo" Sa simula pa lang hindi ko naman ginusto Na muling tumibok ang aking puso Dahil takot akong maranasan mo Ang mga pagkukulang at sakit Na sinapit ng taong dating minahal ko Hindi ko naman sinasabing uulitin ko Ang mga pagkakamaling iyon Hindi lang mawaglit sa aking isip na "Paano kung magkulang na naman ako?" Teka, bakit ba ako nag-iisip pa? E may mahal ka na namang iba Sige, hanggang dito na lang ako Titigil na ako, masaya naman na kayo Tutal bawal naman "tayo" Uupo na lang ako

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Aug 15, 2016

Aug 15, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC

brian-bernales

Bawal "TAYO" pero pwedeng umupo

Sa paningin ko'y ika'y parang santo At ako nama'y parang g*go Na palaging hinahanap ang mga ngiti sa mukha mo Masulyapan ka lamang Masaya na ako Ngunit pagkatapos ay babalik din ang sakit sa aking puso Wala akong magawa kundi masaktan at magtiis Kaya ako ngayo'y puno na lamang ng hinagpis Oo late na ako, nasa piling ka na ngayon Ng isang taong mahalaga rin sa buhay ko Kaya kahit anong pilit ko Hindi magkakaroon ng "tayo" Sa simula pa lang hindi ko naman ginusto Na muling tumibok ang aking puso Dahil takot akong maranasan mo Ang mga pagkukulang at sakit Na sinapit ng taong dating minahal ko Hindi ko naman sinasabing uulitin ko Ang mga pagkakamaling iyon Hindi lang mawaglit sa aking isip na "Paano kung magkulang na naman ako?" Teka, bakit ba ako nag-iisip pa? E may mahal ka na namang iba Sige, hanggang dito na lang ako Titigil na ako, masaya naman na kayo Tutal bawal naman "tayo" Uupo na lang ako

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I can't explain How it turned into an excruciating pain I was just standing on a plain Now I feel like rolling down from a mountain Please take me on a train And set free my tired brain

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brian-bernales

Sep 2, 2015

Sep 2, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC

TheMarshmellow15

Let me be

I can't explain How it turned into an excruciating pain I was just standing on a plain Now I feel like rolling down from a mountain Please take me on a train And set free my tired brain

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