Love is magical
But it made me cynical
It was a horrible fantasy
That kept me in misery
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
I get offended when people say
That the happiest girls
Are the prettiest ones.
But
How about us?
How about the girls who
Fight the urge of crying
Every night alone?
How about the girls who
Almost stitch their skin to pain
Just to flash a smile?
How about the girls who
Are in a battle from the moment they woke up
Struggling to keep their pieces together?
Can't we be the prettiest?
Can't the strongest be the most beautiful ones?
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
Lagitik. Isang malutong na tunog na nagtatagal lamang ng wala pang isang segundo.
Lagitik. At nahulog na ako sayo.
Subalit ako lamang ay isang tahimik na babae. Nakaupo sa sulok ng ating silid-aralan. Hindi kita hinanap. Nakita mo lang ako at ginulo ang buhay ko.
Lagitik. At napaibig mo ako.
Tama sila, napakasarap magmahal. Ang mga araw na kasama ka'y tumatagal lamang ng isang lagutok sa sarap **** kasama.
Lagitik. At nabago mo ang buhay ko.
Lumipas ang mga taon at mahal parin kita. Walang pagbabago ngunit ikaw'y nagbago. Nalaman ko nalang na pinagpalit mo na'ko.
Lagitik. At iniwan mo ako.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
I see you too much
I hear you to much
I smell you too much
I taste you too much
I feel you too much
That you became my
6th sense
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
i lost count of months since we drifted apart,
but I still find myself asking the destiny
"what if?"
i have this unconscious addiction of your existence
that I do not tolerate anymore
but every time I go to places,
i still find myself looking for your face.
then, one day, I finally saw you.
walking there, still looking as seamless as you once were
with another girl that probably brought the shine back to you.
you still have no idea how much I wanted to talk to you,
to ask how you were, to know if your perception had changed.
but, darling, she was the thick wall that kept us unconnected.
after months of waiting,
you finally sent me a message...
without even saying a word.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
Maybe not...
He did bought me bouquet of roses,
Or a box of expensive, assorted chocolates;
I know I just need a piece of flower,
He picked from the ground when we were together.
Maybe not...
He did drove me on our way home,
Every night when we thought every place was our throne;
He was my king and I was his queen,
In our world full of sweetness and beam.
Maybe not...
He did so much effort for me,
I knew it was and will always be him;
Those sincere, dazzling eyes looking at me,
With a promise that I will always daydream.
Maybe not...
We were always in aptness and peace,
On days when we thought our liaison would split;
Anger was spilling right out of our mouths,
But still end up together among of all crowds.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
When I die,
I do not want vacuous truths at my written eulogy.
I do not want people hear lies about me.
“She was beautiful.”
I am not. I was not.
Beautiful people knew how to dress.
They do not act like an awkward mess.
“She was strong and brave.”
I am not. I was not.
Strong and brave people do not cry themselves to sleep.
They do not consider themselves as a heap
“She was smart.”
I am not. I was not.
Smart people are not afraid of choices they make.
They are confident about the risks they take.
Before I die,
I want you to know that I am dull, anxious and dumb.
I am broken and small like a piece of crumb.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
Metaphorically,
You were white
I was black
We could be grey
But we didn't know
How to mix colors
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
it still
hurts but
it doesn't
**** me
anymore.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
People will always leave.
It doesn't matter how they tell you
that you are the most important thing
that ever happened to them.
It doesn't matter how they treat you so special
for days, weeks, months, years, I don't know.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter how they tell you 'I love you'
after they kiss you on your forehead.
It doesn't matter how they make you
feel warm when you were cold.
It doesn't matter how they remind you
how perfect you are after you wake up.
You will be left hanging
somewhere,sometime, somehow
by that someone.
It's just a matter of duration.
People leave no matter what.
It's a human nature.
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC