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forevertwentywang
forevertwentywang
I am not a poet. I am a poem.
Alaala ang pinakamalapit na tugma Ng mga tala. Kapahina ang kakambal nitong Pinakamapait na salita: Pangungulila. Nang pagtingala Sa buwan na ningas ng maamo **** mukha. Kaya, sa kawalan ay mapapako. Mapagtatantong Bituin ka sa apat kong dako. Hilaga, Kanluran, Timog, at Silangan. Doon kita matatagpuan. Ikaw, ang siphayo ng malamig na gabing pinili kong makasanayan. Ikaw na siyang unan, kumot, at hanap-hanap kong dantayan. Ikaw, ang pinakamataimtim na bulong sa mga bulalakaw. Ang nag-iisang hiyaw. Na kung hahamunin man akong bigyang-kahulugan ang salitang balang-araw, Ang isusulat kong depinisyon ay ikaw; Ang pinakainaabangan kong bukas Matapos sariwain ang kahapon at nakalipas. Ikaw ang uniberso. Wari'y ang lawak ng kalawakan Maging ang mga kislap nitong hindi pa natutuklasan ninuman, ay hindi sasapat kung ikaw ay aking ilalarawan. Ikaw na napiling pag-alayan ng pag-ibig na matagal kong inipon at iningatan. At wala akong ibang maramdaman Kundi matuling ikot ng mga planeta At mga nagbabanggaang kometa. Subalit hanggang kailan? Mahal, kapos ang haba at katahimikan ng gabi para lamang pakinggan ang dalawang pusong nagsisimulang bumuo ng kanilang istorya. Araw ay marahang pinasisingkit na ang mga mata. Umaga na subalit mahal pa rin kita. Sinta, tinatangi kita. -wng
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
Iniibig Kita
Please, don't let me write another sad poem about you.
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
Sad Poem
Sa dami ng mga trabahong tumambak dahil hindi mo pa nagagawa Mga papeles na nagpatung-patong na Yung lamesa **** inaagiw na dahil hindi mo alam kung saan at paano magsisimula. At mga istoryang di mo pa maisulat dahil nangangapa ka pa. Isama mo na rin yung katrabaho **** nakakairita na sa tenga. Dahil crush niya daw si Justin Bieber At paborito niyang frappe sa Starbucks ay Caramel. Kahit mukhang ang afford niya lang ay Nescafe “Oo nga pala, French Vanilla” na iniinom ni Toni Gonzaga. Pero wala siyang pambili ng sarili niyang tumbler. Tangina. Idagdag mo pa ang mga patay na oras na sunod-sunod ang mga buntong-hininga Nahuli ka pa ng boss mo na nakatulala Kaya hayan at napagalitan ka pa. At dahil contractual ka, yung limang buwan na kontrata mo Biruin mo, baka mapaaga pa ang endo. Aminin mo na ang pagpatak ng alas-singko Ay may kakaibang dalang saya. Na parang sumagot na ng “oo” yung matagal mo nang nililigawan. Nakulayan na rin yung mga pinlano niyong outing na buong akala niyo’y hanggang drawing na lang. Parang pagbabalik sa Pilipinas ng kasintahan **** kumayod sa ibang bansa. Parang ibinalita sa TV na hindi traffic ngayon sa EDSA. Himala! Kaya ang pagsapit ng alas-singko ay kakambal ng paglaya. Wala sa’yo kung sa bus man ay tayuan O kaya sa dyip ay makasabit man lang. Basta makauwi ka lang. Nakakasabik pa rin ang ideya Na ang bawat pag-uwi Ay kasing banayad ng mayroong sasalubong sa’yong ngiti Mga ngiting papawi sa kangalayan ng mga binti. Mayroong yakap na nakaabang Ang mga bisig na nagmistulang pinakapaborito **** kulungan Dahil doon mo nararamdaman ang tunay na kalayaan. Mula sa pang-aalipin sa’yo ng lipunan. Nakahain na rin ang hapunan. “Mahal, ano ba ang ulam?” Sabayan natin ito ng mahabang kwentuhan. Simulan natin sa simpleng kamustahan. Dahil pagkatapos, ay aabangan mo na naman ang alas-singko kinabukasan.
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
Kung Bakit Inaabangan Niya Ang Alas-Singko
Sa dami ng mga trabahong tumambak dahil hindi mo pa nagagawa Mga papeles na nagpatung-patong na Yung lamesa **** inaagiw na dahil hindi mo alam kung saan at paano magsisimula. At mga istoryang di mo pa maisulat dahil nangangapa ka pa. Isama mo na rin yung katrabaho **** nakakairita na sa tenga. Dahil crush niya daw si Justin Bieber At paborito niyang frappe sa Starbucks ay Caramel. Kahit mukhang ang afford niya lang ay Nescafe “Oo nga pala, French Vanilla” na iniinom ni Toni Gonzaga. Pero wala siyang pambili ng sarili niyang tumbler. Tangina. Idagdag mo pa ang mga patay na oras na sunod-sunod ang mga buntong-hininga Nahuli ka pa ng boss mo na nakatulala Kaya hayan at napagalitan ka pa. At dahil contractual ka, yung limang buwan na kontrata mo Biruin mo, baka mapaaga pa ang endo. Aminin mo na ang pagpatak ng alas-singko Ay may kakaibang dalang saya. Na parang sumagot na ng “oo” yung matagal mo nang nililigawan. Nakulayan na rin yung mga pinlano niyong outing na buong akala niyo’y hanggang drawing na lang. Parang pagbabalik sa Pilipinas ng kasintahan **** kumayod sa ibang bansa. Parang ibinalita sa TV na hindi traffic ngayon sa EDSA. Himala! Kaya ang pagsapit ng alas-singko ay kakambal ng paglaya. Wala sa’yo kung sa bus man ay tayuan O kaya sa dyip ay makasabit man lang. Basta makauwi ka lang. Nakakasabik pa rin ang ideya Na ang bawat pag-uwi Ay kasing banayad ng mayroong sasalubong sa’yong ngiti Mga ngiting papawi sa kangalayan ng mga binti. Mayroong yakap na nakaabang Ang mga bisig na nagmistulang pinakapaborito **** kulungan Dahil doon mo nararamdaman ang tunay na kalayaan. Mula sa pang-aalipin sa’yo ng lipunan. Nakahain na rin ang hapunan. “Mahal, ano ba ang ulam?” Sabayan natin ito ng mahabang kwentuhan. Simulan natin sa simpleng kamustahan. Dahil pagkatapos, ay aabangan mo na naman ang alas-singko kinabukasan.
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Trying to look back Among my days with you, Thinking those sweet moments, That's all I can do. Pain is still inside And would not heal for some time. And when that day comes, Everything would be fine. I won't feel sorry For myself anymore Won't wait for you to walk again through my door. Disregard you in my dreams, Walking by the shore. Tears running down from my eyes Will soon stop dripping Would vanish and once again You'll see me smiling. No more tears will be shed And solitary nights to be spent. But, you will always be my angel Whom God had sent.
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 10:55 AM UTC
REMINISCENCE
You know it is a home when you didn't have much sleep yet, you feel well-rested. Or At times hiding under your blankets' comfort where you feel safe against thunders and monsters under your bed or inside your head Sometimes, a home isn't closed to hollows, woods, and bricks. But, an open arms giving warm hugs for your cold feet. It can be looking into one's eyes emotionally bewitching falling into a meadow of soft melody and tempo and you caught yourself dancing without music in romantic silence of slow mo. As the sun sets and the moon rises, At the end of a tiring day and long walks, you just wanna come home. Finally, I'm home.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 1:42 AM UTC
When do you call a place a home?
*I don't remember I don't remembe I don't rememb I don't remem I don't reme I don't rem I don't re I don't r I don't I don I do*
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
Remember?
**My doctor said if there is pain there is bleeding. I am.**
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
Bleeding
I have a story to tell. A story you already knew so well. But this won’t begin With your typical “Once upon a time”. I have a story to tell A story you want to hear on your bedtime. This is a piece of letter Of hearts and roses From a simple girl Who wrote on a piece of a timeworn paper Her dreams and wishes; Of burns and ashes. And it goes like this… *“Tonight, I’m sipping wine. And I pray and I wish that you are fine. That you can surpass everything life throws at you. Because I know, you are good at catching things. And putting myself at the edge of the hill, with nothing to hold but the thin air, and jumping off of the cliff would be worth the fall, if I see you there under, waiting. You were there. Not minding what it would cost you catching me. Those to you, bruises and wounds are what but nothing. Because I know, you are a fighter, a catcher. And you are good at catching. And if in the end, we see ourselves barely breathing, consuming one another, wearing those painful marks of risking it all, why not spend the rest of our lives healing all those scratches, tattered fleshes, and broken bones. Then, we’ll look back. We’ll speak to one another without hushing any piece of word. We’ll voice with nothing but smiles and stares that we made it. That we exceed boundaries of almost, and that we finally brought all the pillars, all the columns, and all the walls down. We cut that paper thin and fine lines of hopelessly dreaming and living the reality, of what is real. Together, we explored and unlocked the unimaginable door ways to our infinities and galaxies, and universe and ultimate. We are our own universe. We have discovered the ultimate. These are the prize of trying and fighting and catching and winning. That fear is what but nothing. And you are synonymous to everything.”* This is the story I want to tell. A story you already knew so well. And the only lesson, my friend That this scene of standing, and holding, And jumping, and catching, and living Is not the movie’s ****** 30-minutes away down to the end, But only the beginning of a well-written story of characters Of perfect blends. This is the plot of betting it all. This is the story of The Greatest Fall. WNG 070915 10:00pm
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
A Letter: The Greatest Fall
I have a story to tell. A story you already knew so well. But this won’t begin With your typical “Once upon a time”. I have a story to tell A story you want to hear on your bedtime. This is a piece of letter Of hearts and roses From a simple girl Who wrote on a piece of a timeworn paper Her dreams and wishes; Of burns and ashes. And it goes like this… *“Tonight, I’m sipping wine. And I pray and I wish that you are fine. That you can surpass everything life throws at you. Because I know, you are good at catching things. And putting myself at the edge of the hill, with nothing to hold but the thin air, and jumping off of the cliff would be worth the fall, if I see you there under, waiting. You were there. Not minding what it would cost you catching me. Those to you, bruises and wounds are what but nothing. Because I know, you are a fighter, a catcher. And you are good at catching. And if in the end, we see ourselves barely breathing, consuming one another, wearing those painful marks of risking it all, why not spend the rest of our lives healing all those scratches, tattered fleshes, and broken bones. Then, we’ll look back. We’ll speak to one another without hushing any piece of word. We’ll voice with nothing but smiles and stares that we made it. That we exceed boundaries of almost, and that we finally brought all the pillars, all the columns, and all the walls down. We cut that paper thin and fine lines of hopelessly dreaming and living the reality, of what is real. Together, we explored and unlocked the unimaginable door ways to our infinities and galaxies, and universe and ultimate. We are our own universe. We have discovered the ultimate. These are the prize of trying and fighting and catching and winning. That fear is what but nothing. And you are synonymous to everything.”* This is the story I want to tell. A story you already knew so well. And the only lesson, my friend That this scene of standing, and holding, And jumping, and catching, and living Is not the movie’s ****** 30-minutes away down to the end, But only the beginning of a well-written story of characters Of perfect blends. This is the plot of betting it all. This is the story of The Greatest Fall. WNG 070915 10:00pm
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Sa hinaba-haba ng tag-init Ngayon nalang ulit umulan. Nang malakas. Nang saglit Di ko mainitindihan ang langit. Kung paano niyang iniluha Ang bigat ng bawat kahapon Ng natuyo niyang pusong Pinigilang umagos Sa mahabang panahon. Tumangis siya Nang malakas Dahil di niya maamin At di niya matanggap Ang itinakda **** pagwawakas. Sa kakarampot niyang pag-asa na babalik ka rin. Ngayong gabi. Ang kanyang napili Na ibulalas ang lahat Sa pag-aakalang Tulog na ang lahat Lahat ng mata’y nakapikit. At wala nang makakarinig Ng pagtangis Na mayroong balang-araw Na katabi mo siyang Mahihimbing. Ngunit nagkamali siya. Saan nga ba tutungo Matapos niyang iluha Ang lahat sa lupa Na aanurin Patungo sa puso **** Kinakain ng pangungulila. Sa hinahaba-haba ng tag-init Ngayon nalang ulit umulan. Nang malakas. Subalit saglit Marahil ay ayaw niya Nang makasakit. O gusto ka lang niya damayan Sa gabing Wala ka nang ibang inisip Kung bakit ka niya iniwan O paano ka niyang nagawang saktan Kung paano sinira Ang bawat pangakong Binitiwan. At kung paanong di mo masabi Ang tunay **** nararamdaman. Kaya sa susunod Na iiyak ang langit Kapag malamig ang gabi At pangalan niya Ang tanging kayang bigkasin Ng mapuputla **** labi Ay patuluyin mo siya. Hayaan mo siyang umapaw Hayaan **** bahain ka At tuluyang ambunan Ang natutuyo mo ng puso. Makipagsayaw ka Kung kinakailangan Nais ka lang niyang damayan Gusto niya rin ng karamay.
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 4:47 AM UTC
Sa Tuwing Uulan, Kapag Gabi...