karl-allen
People think you are an extrovert and easily blend with people because you always look happy and talk much, but i know you are not an extrovert. / You are extremely introvert, and you become superficially outspoken and loud to keep people thinking that you have nothing to hide inside. But i know, there in your eyes you have your real figure. Unmasked, undisguised. / I know you can’t see twinkling stars as simply twinkling. I know you see that those stars are actually smiling and greeting you “have a good evening, or good night, or even ‘why are you still up?’” / I know when you hear the rain, you hear the most beautiful orceshtra in the entire universe. / I know you feel unwanted and too sensitive, and there are times when you feel the whole world rejects your presence. / I know that inside you are an introvert.
May mga relasyon na masyadong masalimuot at halos ayaw mo nang pasukan.
At meron ding katulad ng sa atin.
Payapa.
Walang pagmamadali.
Hindi tahimik ngunit hindi ipinaalam sa mundo dahil alam natin pareho na ang sikreto ko ay sikreto mo.
At iniingatan ko ang mga sikreto mo na para bang sa akin din ito.
Hanggang hindi na sila sikreto ko o mo lamang kundi natin.
Hanggang ikaw at ako ay hindi na ikaw at ako lamang kundi tayo.
May mga sulat ako na para lamang sa mga mata mo.
May mga awit ako na para lamang sa mga tenga mo.
Ingatan mo silang lahat gaya ng pagiingat ko sa puso mo.
Mahal kita.
At patuloy na mamahalin pa.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
When everybody's ******** at you and you're acting so strong,
Faking those emotions and putting up a weak facade seems wrong
And when you try to tell yourself you don't give a ****
You swallow your words so hard, you can barely eat it.
'Coz the world don't care if you put your heart on what you do,
They will always find something to say about you.
How you should act, how you should sing
How your auto-tune ***** but praises others who do the same thing.
It was stupid, it was foolish for them to speak
When they don't feel how hard it is to work your way up to the peak.
You keep on climbing up fairly on your own
But others below you would pull your feet to lift themselves, just go on.
Hey, we all know the world's not all glitter and gold.
And we discovered that while we are growing old.
Still, we keep on climbing 'coz up there is where we should be.
We keep on climbing, clawing ourselves up so the world can see
That we're not gods and bullets will still **** the **** out of us
We're not gods and with their words, they can wreck us
Like facing a train head-on while you are tied on the railroad
Like running 50 miles with this ****** big load
But we keep on doing it 'cause we love what we do
And we do what we love hoping that they'll like it too.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC
I know every line and mark on your skin.
I know where they end and begin.
I know the marks that weren't there when you left the house today.
And I know it came from him.
God, I know everything about you because I memorized it.
I know each and every one of your mannerism.
The way you smile. The glow in your eyes.
The way you walk and talk. The way you handle the glasses when you drink.
I know every ******* thing about you because I memorized each and every one of them.
But you don't know that I'm hurting.
Because I never told you anything.
And it's killing me slowly inside.
Perhaps, this is just how I will die.
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
And in the end, the love you take is the love you make.
-The Beatles
Isa ito sa mga argumentong dapat lamang pagtalunan.
Dahil hindi lahat ng pag-ibig na binibigay mo ay nasusuklian.
Masarap lamang itong pakinggan.
Noong inibig mo ako,
Hindi. Mas tamang sabihin na
noong naisip **** iniibig mo na ako,
Ay mas pinili **** huwag magbigay ng buo.
Hindi ko alam sa'yo pero ikaw na ang pinaka-duwag na taong nakilala ko.
Naaalala ko noon ang mga sugat at pilat na naiwan niyang nakatatak at nakakabit sa mga braso mo.
Nakikita ko ang mga bakas ng mga hampas nya sa mga balikat mo.
Bawat kagat at kalmot at gasgas na ibinigay n'ya sa'yo,
Sa mga pagkakataon na akala mo wala lang,
Naramdaman ko.
Pinaramdam mo silang lahat sa akin.
Anghirap palang pilitin na bumuo nang puso na ayaw magpabuo sa'yo.
Hindi ko din kasi alam dati na kailangan, ang kagustuhang maghilom,
Manggaling sa kanya mismo.
Pinilit kong pagtagpi-tagpiin ang mga piraso **** nakakalat sa sahig mula nang binitiwan ka n'ya.
Sinubukan kong gamutin ang lahat ng sakit na nagpapanatili sa iyong gising sa alas-tres ng umaga.
Pinili kong mahulog sa iyo kahit alam kong mas malabo pa sa tubig ng Ilog Pasig ang pag-asa
Na maisip **** sa iyo lang ako.
Iyong-iyo lang ako.
May mga pagkakataon na nakikita ng ibang tao ang mga pagbabago na akala nila ay ako ang dahilan pero ang hindi nila alam,
Sa dami at haba ng mga sakit na iyong naramdaman,
Natuto ka lamang na itago silang lahat sa loob mo.
Na sa kahit na anong oras, pwede silang lahat lumabas at lamunin na lang ako ng buo.
Oo.
Ako.
Dahil mas pinili kong lumapit sa'yo.
Iyong-iyo lang ako.
May mga pagkakataon na gusto kong isipin
Na ang bagong taginting ng mga tawa mo ay dahil sa akin.
Na ang mga panaginip mo kapag ikaw ay mahimbing, ako ang laman.
Na ang mga pangarap mo sa hinaharap ay ako ang hiling.
At ang bawat pulso mo ay para sa akin lamang.
Dahil sa iyo lang ako.
Iyong-iyo lang ako.
Pero hindi.
Dahil andami mo nang natutunang paraan para magtago.
Napakadami na ng mga pagkakataon na sinayang mo.
Ang akala mo, lahat ng pagkabigo mo sa pag-ibig dati
Ay natulungan kang maging mas malakas, mas matatag, mas matalino.
Pero hindi.
Dahil papasok sa isang bagong pag-ibig ay tinangay mo lahat ng galit.
Iniwan mo ang mga aral na natutunan mo maliban sa "Ang pag-ibig ay hindi dapat pagkatiwalaan."
Ang tanging bagay na hinahabol mo, na pinipilit **** makuha,
Na pinipilit mo dating kapitan kahit na wala na,
Ang bagay na akala mo ay lubos sa iyong magpapasaya,
Tinitignan mo na may pagdududa ang iyong mga mata.
At unti-unti kang nabulag.
At hindi mo nakita ang pagibig na nasa harap mo na.
Lumipad at nawala.
Hindi bulag ang pag-ibig.
Bulag ang mga taong pinipilit tumingin sa araw dahil gusto nilang makakita ng liwanag ngunit ayaw alisin ang kanilang mga de-kolor na antipara.
Wala kang natutunan sa nakaraan.
Hindi ka nga nasasaktan.
Hindi mo naman mahagilap ang tunay **** kaligayahan.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
How would I like my kid to be?
Perhaps, he will never be like me.
But still I like him to be
As brave as a man who can
Stand up for what he believes
And defend his beliefs as a man.
As calm and composed as a lake.
Never have his emotions out of place
Without a need to hide his face.
As passionate as the fire
Of a thousand burning cinders
For his conviction will never dwindle.
As ardent-eyed as an arrow
That has a sure direction where to go
And will never miss the mark, lo!
But most of all, I want him to be
A person who simply see
What others fail to see.
For what the world regards as important,
There are things that doesn't shine
But matters more than
What you can touch or see,
What your ears can hear.
It's what's inside. That is him.
And perhaps, that's how I would like him to be.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:24 AM UTC
A favorite poet of mine once said,
"Let love rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls."
With the winds guiding the waves towards each other's beach.
Uncertain of how it would reach its destination and may touch other island's shorelines.
But so sure that it would be the same water that would kiss each other's sands.
And I believed him.
But he was so wrong.
Because it wasn't the distance that kept us apart.
But time, every tic of its hands,
Time that I was supposed to spend right beside you,
Slowly fading. Dissolving.
Slowly passing.
Worse than being thieved by
Because if it passes, you cannot catch it back.
And I am ****** and frustrated
Because it seems like it's just time that is the true measure.
It's just time that's the very basis.
And, for me, only time spent beside you is what matters.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC
To be lost in the middle of nowhere with you
Is something that I would love to repeatedly do.
At the break of dawn or whenever,
Because I know that as long as I'm with you, at any given day,
I am never lost.
I will always be where I am supposed to be.
With you.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
Al perderte yo a ti, tú y yo hemos perdido:
yo, porque tú eras lo que yo más amaba;
y tú, porque yo era el que te amaba más.
Pero de nosotros dos tú pierdes más que yo:
porque yo podré amar a otras como te amaba a ti,
pero a ti no te amarán como te amaba yo.
-Ernesto Cardenal, Granada, Nicaragua
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When I lost you, we both lost something:
I, because I loved you too much
And you, because it is I whom loved you the most.
But between the two of us, it is you who lost the most:
Because I can love anybody the way that I loved you
But you will never be loved the same way that I used to.
-Ernesto Cardenal, Granada, Nicaragua
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 12:18 AM UTC
The first time you told me that you don't love me anymore,
I slept for 12 hours, hoping that I'd never wake up.
And when I woke up, I just found myself wanting to sleep again
Because reality bites,
And it bit me big time, leaving its mark on my skin.
Reality bit me so hard that it sunk its teeth into my flesh until it reached the deepest part of my bones.
But, more than that, reality bit me so ******* hard that it reached something much deeper than my veins.
It reached something deeper where I cannot tend to the wounds that it caused me.
And I found myself wanting to sleep again.
I was hoping that shutting my thoughts down with sleep would help me forget you
But I was wrong
Because in my dreams, I was holding your hands.
And even though you were pulling it away from me, I had the strength to hold on to it and I never let you go.
How I wish I had the strength to hold on to you while I was awake
The same way that I am telling you in my dreams how my fingers fit the spaces between yours.
How I was insisting to you that being with me was the perfect thing to do
Because it's perfect when I am with you.
And I found myself wanting to sleep again.
Because in my dreams, you are still with me
Even though, at the back of my conscious mind,
I'm aware that you weren't there
And that it was all a mirage.
But it doesn't hurt this much.
It doesn't hurt this much...
When sleep is my companion.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 12:02 AM UTC
Hello, my dear Hello Poetry Friends!
Can you please suggest Spoken word poetry videos that I can listen to?
The performer in me is yearning,
But I cannot find the courage to stand on a stage and blurt it out.
I need a refuge.
I need it like an addict asking for my daily shots.
Pretty please?
Any Spoken word poetry will do.
But if you know of the Hate stage ones, that would be very much appreciated.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC