qnnmthfcknlstn - Hello Poetry

21,600 apat na taon akong nanahimik dinampot ang pira-pirasong sarili nagbabakasakaling sa pangalawang pagkakataon ay mabuo muli di man kagaya ng noon na walang bahid ng basag umaasang mabuo at makatayo sa kabila ng mga lamat at nang dumating ang araw na naisip kong kaya ko nang muling tumayo sinubukan ko namang lumakad dahan dahan at papalayo kanang paa..kaliwang paa.. at nakaurong ng kaunti kanang paa..kaliwang paa.. at natututo na muli sa marahang paglakad ko hindi ko inaasahan na mapapadaan ako sayo di mo ako kilala at ganun din ako sayo pero pinili kong manatili dahil ano nga bang mali? pinili mo din manatili dahil ano nga bang mali? lumagpas ng minuto, oras, araw, linggo nandito padin tayo pero bakit parang gusto ko nang tumakbo hawak ang kamay mo at tumakbong papalayo tumakbo at sabay na kikilalanin ang hinaharap tumakbo at sabay na abutin ang mga pangarap tumakbo magkahawak ang kamay, sa hirap man o sa sarap gusto kong tumakbo sa aking pananabik ay nabanggit ko to sa iyo at humakbang ka ng isa palayo.. sinabi ko muli sayo kanang paa..kaliwang paa..palayo sinabi mo sa akin na di mo kayang sumabay na ang nais ko ay di maibibigay at doon naalala ko oo nga pala napadaan lang ako.

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Oct 30, 2021

Oct 30, 2021 at 10:12 AM UTC

qnnmthfcknlstn

21,600

21,600 apat na taon akong nanahimik dinampot ang pira-pirasong sarili nagbabakasakaling sa pangalawang pagkakataon ay mabuo muli di man kagaya ng noon na walang bahid ng basag umaasang mabuo at makatayo sa kabila ng mga lamat at nang dumating ang araw na naisip kong kaya ko nang muling tumayo sinubukan ko namang lumakad dahan dahan at papalayo kanang paa..kaliwang paa.. at nakaurong ng kaunti kanang paa..kaliwang paa.. at natututo na muli sa marahang paglakad ko hindi ko inaasahan na mapapadaan ako sayo di mo ako kilala at ganun din ako sayo pero pinili kong manatili dahil ano nga bang mali? pinili mo din manatili dahil ano nga bang mali? lumagpas ng minuto, oras, araw, linggo nandito padin tayo pero bakit parang gusto ko nang tumakbo hawak ang kamay mo at tumakbong papalayo tumakbo at sabay na kikilalanin ang hinaharap tumakbo at sabay na abutin ang mga pangarap tumakbo magkahawak ang kamay, sa hirap man o sa sarap gusto kong tumakbo sa aking pananabik ay nabanggit ko to sa iyo at humakbang ka ng isa palayo.. sinabi ko muli sayo kanang paa..kaliwang paa..palayo sinabi mo sa akin na di mo kayang sumabay na ang nais ko ay di maibibigay at doon naalala ko oo nga pala napadaan lang ako.

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We are looking at different colored skies Different hues and shades But I know the strings in our heart will always be tied For we are staring up at the same vast ocean up high

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Mar 15, 2019

Mar 15, 2019 at 9:56 AM UTC

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We are looking at different colored skies Different hues and shades But I know the strings in our heart will always be tied For we are staring up at the same vast ocean up high

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I can see mountains up in the sky I wonder if one day I'll be able to hike up on those rocks painted orange by the peeking sun I want to feel the air where birds wander and fly Be able to touch a soothing veil and calmly hum Inhale the foreign fragrance far from what I'm used to Hope that it will recolor the faded visions that I am currently swimming through

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Dec 18, 2018

Dec 18, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC

qnnmthfcknlstn

Looking Up

I can see mountains up in the sky I wonder if one day I'll be able to hike up on those rocks painted orange by the peeking sun I want to feel the air where birds wander and fly Be able to touch a soothing veil and calmly hum Inhale the foreign fragrance far from what I'm used to Hope that it will recolor the faded visions that I am currently swimming through

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Two bottles down But I can still smell my fear Open another one, for myself to drown But my sinking ship is vivid and clear Grind something familiar that I haven't tasted for years Fire up my useless lighter that I've been keeping near I just want to be lost in a different way Stop being in reality for a second Let my mind wander and stray Taste the colors and let it linger down my throat Swim away from my self despair and loathe I know this wouldn't last I hope this would last

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Aug 11, 2018

Aug 11, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC

qnnmthfcknlstn

One of those hours

Two bottles down But I can still smell my fear Open another one, for myself to drown But my sinking ship is vivid and clear Grind something familiar that I haven't tasted for years Fire up my useless lighter that I've been keeping near I just want to be lost in a different way Stop being in reality for a second Let my mind wander and stray Taste the colors and let it linger down my throat Swim away from my self despair and loathe I know this wouldn't last I hope this would last

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We share the same sight, but we differ in vision Same mouth and tongue, but we speak different reasons Same soul, asking for explanation Same heart, both filled with confusion Same two hands and feet, lost in wandering in the same monochrome direction Same being, and we're both still waiting.

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May 19, 2018

May 19, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC

qnnmthfcknlstn

One

We share the same sight, but we differ in vision Same mouth and tongue, but we speak different reasons Same soul, asking for explanation Same heart, both filled with confusion Same two hands and feet, lost in wandering in the same monochrome direction Same being, and we're both still waiting.

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Here I write to everyone whose faith is gone for those who gave everything and ended up embracing nothing Remember that every burden you take every wounds that you feel every sorrows and heartbreaks will all be concealed Your body full of scars are the only thing you hold onto to prove that you are not far from the dreams you look up to Painful dealings will slowly disappear all the cries and tears will fade away, my dear.

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Mar 15, 2018

Mar 15, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC

qnnmthfcknlstn

A Little Light

Here I write to everyone whose faith is gone for those who gave everything and ended up embracing nothing Remember that every burden you take every wounds that you feel every sorrows and heartbreaks will all be concealed Your body full of scars are the only thing you hold onto to prove that you are not far from the dreams you look up to Painful dealings will slowly disappear all the cries and tears will fade away, my dear.

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I lay down with my eyes wide open and heart shut My mind playing all this tricks and my stomach knots My throat is choking with all these unknown fears I can taste the bitterness of my own tears I breathe through my mouth 'cause it is the only way I know how I can't hear anything else 'cause I just let myself drown

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Feb 2, 2018

Feb 2, 2018 at 7:10 AM UTC

qnnmthfcknlstn

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I lay down with my eyes wide open and heart shut My mind playing all this tricks and my stomach knots My throat is choking with all these unknown fears I can taste the bitterness of my own tears I breathe through my mouth 'cause it is the only way I know how I can't hear anything else 'cause I just let myself drown

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word that keeps me up at night word that the voices screams inside word that I can see through their eyes word that they made me feel everytime.

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Jan 10, 2018

Jan 10, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC

qnnmthfcknlstn

worthless

word that keeps me up at night word that the voices screams inside word that I can see through their eyes word that they made me feel everytime.

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"I can see my door, my bed, my window, my chair, and my table. "I can feel my spine against the wall, my feet against the floor, my jaw tightly shut, and my fingernails buried in my arms. "I can hear the wind coming in from the open window, my heartbeat rapidly thumping, and that familiar voice in my head, shouting once again. "I can smell the dampness of the ground outside as the breeze carries it to my room, and the sickly sweet odor from the soap used on my hands. "I can taste my blood spilling from the bite in my lip; my last harsh reminder that I am still alive.

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qnnmthfcknlstn

Jan 10, 2018

Jan 10, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC

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"I can see my door, my bed, my window, my chair, and my table. "I can feel my spine against the wall, my feet against the floor, my jaw tightly shut, and my fingernails buried in my arms. "I can hear the wind coming in from the open window, my heartbeat rapidly thumping, and that familiar voice in my head, shouting once again. "I can smell the dampness of the ground outside as the breeze carries it to my room, and the sickly sweet odor from the soap used on my hands. "I can taste my blood spilling from the bite in my lip; my last harsh reminder that I am still alive.

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