manunula-t - Hello Poetry

WAG NA DI NA KAILANGAN NG RASON WAG NANG MAGPANGGAP NA KAKAYANIN MO HANGGANG NGAYON DI KANAMAN PINAPAHALGAHAN NG NASA PALIGID MO WALA NA DIN NAMAN PAKE ANG BAWAT KAIBIGAN MO SO PARA SAAN PA ANG PAKIKIPAG TUNGALI SA SARILI MO ? WAG KANG UMASTA NA IKAW ANG NASAKTAN DAHIL UNANG UNA IKAW ANG TALAGANG DAHILAN. NANG PROBLEMA SA LOOB AT LABAS NG ISKWELAHAN WALANG MAY GUSTO SAYONG MAKASAMA KA NI KAHIT SINO ATA AY PINANDIDIRIHAN KA WALA KANG RESPETO AT PANAY KANALANG PATAWA PERO MAS MADALAS NA WALA KA SA TAMANG ORAS KUNG UMASINTA WALA KANG SILBE. YAN ANG SUSUNOD NA KANILANG SINASABE MASKI KAUNTING GALAW MO PALANG LAHAT WALANG PAKE KAHIT NA TUMANDA KA JAN O MAMATAY. WALANG MAY PAKE MANHID KA BA ? PANSININ MO YUNG TINGIN NILA TINGIN NA MAGDIDIKTA SA BAWAT GALAW MO SA MADLA ISANG KURAP ISANG NGISI LAHAT SILA AY MAGDIDIKTA WALA KANG SILBE WAG KANANG MAG MARUNONG WAG KA MAG MAKAAWANG MAY MAAWA SAYO NGAYON TANGGAPIN MO ANG BAWAT SAKIT NG PINAPARANAS MO NOON AT HAYAAN KANG MAGISA NG WALANG SASALUBONG SAYO ROON DAHIL HINDI KA MAHALAGA. WALANG MAGPAPAHALAGA SAYO MASKI SINO SIGUROY LALAYUAN KA SA UGALI MO MAMATAY KA NA ISA KANG IRESPONSABLENG KAAWA AWANG WALANG MAY PAKE. DAHIL IKAW AY MAKASARILE.

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC

GALIT AT POOT SA SARILI

WAG NA DI NA KAILANGAN NG RASON WAG NANG MAGPANGGAP NA KAKAYANIN MO HANGGANG NGAYON DI KANAMAN PINAPAHALGAHAN NG NASA PALIGID MO WALA NA DIN NAMAN PAKE ANG BAWAT KAIBIGAN MO SO PARA SAAN PA ANG PAKIKIPAG TUNGALI SA SARILI MO ? WAG KANG UMASTA NA IKAW ANG NASAKTAN DAHIL UNANG UNA IKAW ANG TALAGANG DAHILAN. NANG PROBLEMA SA LOOB AT LABAS NG ISKWELAHAN WALANG MAY GUSTO SAYONG MAKASAMA KA NI KAHIT SINO ATA AY PINANDIDIRIHAN KA WALA KANG RESPETO AT PANAY KANALANG PATAWA PERO MAS MADALAS NA WALA KA SA TAMANG ORAS KUNG UMASINTA WALA KANG SILBE. YAN ANG SUSUNOD NA KANILANG SINASABE MASKI KAUNTING GALAW MO PALANG LAHAT WALANG PAKE KAHIT NA TUMANDA KA JAN O MAMATAY. WALANG MAY PAKE MANHID KA BA ? PANSININ MO YUNG TINGIN NILA TINGIN NA MAGDIDIKTA SA BAWAT GALAW MO SA MADLA ISANG KURAP ISANG NGISI LAHAT SILA AY MAGDIDIKTA WALA KANG SILBE WAG KANANG MAG MARUNONG WAG KA MAG MAKAAWANG MAY MAAWA SAYO NGAYON TANGGAPIN MO ANG BAWAT SAKIT NG PINAPARANAS MO NOON AT HAYAAN KANG MAGISA NG WALANG SASALUBONG SAYO ROON DAHIL HINDI KA MAHALAGA. WALANG MAGPAPAHALAGA SAYO MASKI SINO SIGUROY LALAYUAN KA SA UGALI MO MAMATAY KA NA ISA KANG IRESPONSABLENG KAAWA AWANG WALANG MAY PAKE. DAHIL IKAW AY MAKASARILE.

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Patawarin mo ko sa hindi ko pag layo at patatawarin kita sa hindi mo pananatili. patawarin mo ko sa hindi ko pagbitiw at patatawarin kita sa hindi ko pag kapit. patawarin mo ko at patatawarin kita nagkamali ako at tama ka kaya patawarin mo ko sa aking pagkakamali at patatawarin kita bilang isang tama

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC

HULI

Patawarin mo ko sa hindi ko pag layo at patatawarin kita sa hindi mo pananatili. patawarin mo ko sa hindi ko pagbitiw at patatawarin kita sa hindi ko pag kapit. patawarin mo ko at patatawarin kita nagkamali ako at tama ka kaya patawarin mo ko sa aking pagkakamali at patatawarin kita bilang isang tama

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e was once a life, talking with so much passion and eagerness with his friends. He used to wear a smile, a smile that might be as wide as the Pacific and as lovely as the sun breaking out in the horizon. From time to time, he would be a funny man, pulling off jokes, cracking out laughter from his small audience. For all he was worth, he was one pleasing of a person. But now he had this pursed lips. The eyes that had once been two small compartments of happiness and spirit had surprisingly become two blank spaces blinking in the emptiness. The glow on his face had as well withered like a flower victimized by the wrath of an angry snow storm. What might have happened to him? Well, no one knew…no one knew until everybody read his suicide note.

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Jul 8, 2018

Jul 8, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC

the funny man

e was once a life, talking with so much passion and eagerness with his friends. He used to wear a smile, a smile that might be as wide as the Pacific and as lovely as the sun breaking out in the horizon. From time to time, he would be a funny man, pulling off jokes, cracking out laughter from his small audience. For all he was worth, he was one pleasing of a person. But now he had this pursed lips. The eyes that had once been two small compartments of happiness and spirit had surprisingly become two blank spaces blinking in the emptiness. The glow on his face had as well withered like a flower victimized by the wrath of an angry snow storm. What might have happened to him? Well, no one knew…no one knew until everybody read his suicide note.

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When a writer wants to write; He will let his pen cry out its ink and he will wait until the idea comes out from his thoughts—he will let the blank sheet of paper to be filled by those flowery words with an emotion of it; euphoria, melancholy even the pain from anxiety. When a writer wants to cry; He will let his eyes cry out its clear fluid saline and he will wait until he haunt by his dark pasts—he will let his war room to be filled by darkness; loneliness, sadness until he meet the depression. When a writer wants to smile; He will let his mouth to make its own curve and greet the other people in the street—he won't let the bliss disappear from his heart so he want to share it to other people. When a writer wants to love; He will let his heart follow its own heart beat. The missing pieces from it will be found by its own heart string—those beats from his heart make him alive again, then when he found his love—he won't stop from loving her until the last beat of his heart. All these things are part of being a good writer but not just that, being a writer is not just about writing his piece though his pieces—but doing this just to be fixed again. A writer's heart is loyal on his pen; words, rhymes even the beat of its own pulse. A writer will write using his one and only pen—the pen or the reason why he write. —Mark Magcamit

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Jul 8, 2018

Jul 8, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC

WHEN I WRITER WANT TO WRITE

When a writer wants to write; He will let his pen cry out its ink and he will wait until the idea comes out from his thoughts—he will let the blank sheet of paper to be filled by those flowery words with an emotion of it; euphoria, melancholy even the pain from anxiety. When a writer wants to cry; He will let his eyes cry out its clear fluid saline and he will wait until he haunt by his dark pasts—he will let his war room to be filled by darkness; loneliness, sadness until he meet the depression. When a writer wants to smile; He will let his mouth to make its own curve and greet the other people in the street—he won't let the bliss disappear from his heart so he want to share it to other people. When a writer wants to love; He will let his heart follow its own heart beat. The missing pieces from it will be found by its own heart string—those beats from his heart make him alive again, then when he found his love—he won't stop from loving her until the last beat of his heart. All these things are part of being a good writer but not just that, being a writer is not just about writing his piece though his pieces—but doing this just to be fixed again. A writer's heart is loyal on his pen; words, rhymes even the beat of its own pulse. A writer will write using his one and only pen—the pen or the reason why he write. —Mark Magcamit

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Isa, dalawa, tatlo, Lahat ng jeep ay puno. Wala ni isang nag tangkang sa 'kin ay huminto, Itinaas ang aking kamay at inunat ang hintuturo. Sumenyas na manong pasabit nalang po, At sa pag arangkada ng jeep mo ngayon, Bakit maraming mata sakin ang nakatuon? Inuusisa ang bawat parte ng aking katauhan, Na para bang andami-rami nilang katanungan. Bakit sumabit kapa? P'wede namang mag abang ka nalang sa iba, Magmumukha ka lang diyang tanga, Kaya boy mabuti pang bumitaw kana. Kahit maraming tutol sa aking pagpapasiya. Kahit ang kamay ko ay medyo dumudulas na. Kahit pa ang bisig ko ay nangangalay na, Hinigpitan ko pa ang kapit dahil ayoko ng mahulog pa sa iba. Kumapit ako sa bawat salitang sinabi mo, At inabot ko ang bayad simbolo ng pag-ibig ko. Tama naman ang sukli, barya at bawat sentimo, Pero bakit tila walang pasahero ang nais mag-abot nito? Marahil hindi pa sila handa, Na hayaan kang suklian ang salitang "mahal kita", Pero 'wag kang mag-alala, Dahil maghihintay ako sa panahon na kung saan lahat ay tama na. Kung sakali mang may bumabang pasahero sa may unahan, At magkaroon ako ng puwang sa iyong sasakyan, Handa akong iwanan ang pagkakasabit ko sa likuran, Para samahan kang bumiyahe dito sa mundong walang kasiguraduhan.

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Jul 8, 2018

Jul 8, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC

SABIT SA JEEP NG PAGIBIG

Isa, dalawa, tatlo, Lahat ng jeep ay puno. Wala ni isang nag tangkang sa 'kin ay huminto, Itinaas ang aking kamay at inunat ang hintuturo. Sumenyas na manong pasabit nalang po, At sa pag arangkada ng jeep mo ngayon, Bakit maraming mata sakin ang nakatuon? Inuusisa ang bawat parte ng aking katauhan, Na para bang andami-rami nilang katanungan. Bakit sumabit kapa? P'wede namang mag abang ka nalang sa iba, Magmumukha ka lang diyang tanga, Kaya boy mabuti pang bumitaw kana. Kahit maraming tutol sa aking pagpapasiya. Kahit ang kamay ko ay medyo dumudulas na. Kahit pa ang bisig ko ay nangangalay na, Hinigpitan ko pa ang kapit dahil ayoko ng mahulog pa sa iba. Kumapit ako sa bawat salitang sinabi mo, At inabot ko ang bayad simbolo ng pag-ibig ko. Tama naman ang sukli, barya at bawat sentimo, Pero bakit tila walang pasahero ang nais mag-abot nito? Marahil hindi pa sila handa, Na hayaan kang suklian ang salitang "mahal kita", Pero 'wag kang mag-alala, Dahil maghihintay ako sa panahon na kung saan lahat ay tama na. Kung sakali mang may bumabang pasahero sa may unahan, At magkaroon ako ng puwang sa iyong sasakyan, Handa akong iwanan ang pagkakasabit ko sa likuran, Para samahan kang bumiyahe dito sa mundong walang kasiguraduhan.

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Pag-ibig na ito’y pagkagulo-gulo, Kung minsa’y baluktot, kung minsan ay wasto, Bulag ang katulad, tila nalilito Kung minsa’y may sakit ng pagkasiphayo. Ngunit kung tunay nga, wagas at dakila, Madarama nama’y kilig sa simula, Sa gitna ay ngiti at dulo’y may tuwa, Kung magmamahal ka ng tapat at akma. Sa daraang araw, oras at sandali, Kahit na mag-isa, ikaw ay ngingiti, Kung maaalala ang suyuang huli, At ang matatamis na sintang mabuti. At ang minamahal kung makakapiling Ay tila kaybilis ng oras sa dingding Hahalik sa pisngi at saka yayakapin, Limot ang problema, hindi makakain. Kung ika’y iibig, tandaan mo lamang, Ang tunay na kulay, sikaping sulyapan, Pagkat marami diya’y nagpapanggap lamang, Sa baba ng lupa ang pinanggalingan!

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Apr 13, 2018

Apr 13, 2018 at 5:12 AM UTC

PAG IBIG

Pag-ibig na ito’y pagkagulo-gulo, Kung minsa’y baluktot, kung minsan ay wasto, Bulag ang katulad, tila nalilito Kung minsa’y may sakit ng pagkasiphayo. Ngunit kung tunay nga, wagas at dakila, Madarama nama’y kilig sa simula, Sa gitna ay ngiti at dulo’y may tuwa, Kung magmamahal ka ng tapat at akma. Sa daraang araw, oras at sandali, Kahit na mag-isa, ikaw ay ngingiti, Kung maaalala ang suyuang huli, At ang matatamis na sintang mabuti. At ang minamahal kung makakapiling Ay tila kaybilis ng oras sa dingding Hahalik sa pisngi at saka yayakapin, Limot ang problema, hindi makakain. Kung ika’y iibig, tandaan mo lamang, Ang tunay na kulay, sikaping sulyapan, Pagkat marami diya’y nagpapanggap lamang, Sa baba ng lupa ang pinanggalingan!

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A demon? Hmm, that might be true. I don't like the place, And I don't like you. I was once very kind. Yes, I was quite a sight! Back in that time When all was alright. But since you've appeared My ways, they have turned. Cruelty is better; That is what I have learned. A demon? It is quite possibly true. I am utterly evil. I am rich. I am vain. I will only make contracts If I stand something to gain. Unto you I shall place A malevolent curse That may be only removed By something much worse. My revenge may be lifted By Death's hand itself, But beware of his deals; He cares not about wealth. A demon? Yes, that could be true. But who is the real demon; Me or you?

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC

DEMON

A demon? Hmm, that might be true. I don't like the place, And I don't like you. I was once very kind. Yes, I was quite a sight! Back in that time When all was alright. But since you've appeared My ways, they have turned. Cruelty is better; That is what I have learned. A demon? It is quite possibly true. I am utterly evil. I am rich. I am vain. I will only make contracts If I stand something to gain. Unto you I shall place A malevolent curse That may be only removed By something much worse. My revenge may be lifted By Death's hand itself, But beware of his deals; He cares not about wealth. A demon? Yes, that could be true. But who is the real demon; Me or you?

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habang nakikita mo ang mga palad kong nakabukas hayaan mo muna akong humakbang paatras hindi ako tatakbo, pero sandali baka kase isa na naman itong pagkakamali tumingin ka sa'king mga mata sunsunin ang lalim ng mga linya at ipapaalala kong hindi ako siya.

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC

Sandali

habang nakikita mo ang mga palad kong nakabukas hayaan mo muna akong humakbang paatras hindi ako tatakbo, pero sandali baka kase isa na naman itong pagkakamali tumingin ka sa'king mga mata sunsunin ang lalim ng mga linya at ipapaalala kong hindi ako siya.

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We are open diaries Have seen each other's folds Have touched the innermost souls. We are a pen Of written prologues And broken epilogues. We are almost there, Aren't we? Until that day we stopped talking And became some sweet strangers Again.

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC

SWEET STRANGER

We are open diaries Have seen each other's folds Have touched the innermost souls. We are a pen Of written prologues And broken epilogues. We are almost there, Aren't we? Until that day we stopped talking And became some sweet strangers Again.

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Hayaan **** alayan kita ng taludtod, Ngunit di ko na pag iisipan ang tugma, Pagod na din ako magbilang ng pantig At di na ako susunod sa nais **** sukat Sapagkat isa na tayong "tulang malaya"

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC

Tulang Malaya

Hayaan **** alayan kita ng taludtod, Ngunit di ko na pag iisipan ang tugma, Pagod na din ako magbilang ng pantig At di na ako susunod sa nais **** sukat Sapagkat isa na tayong "tulang malaya"

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