starry-starry-night - Hello Poetry

I looked up And saw the sun at its zenith But I'm so high There were rainbows Dancing before my lips I remembered how you kissed me For the first time You were not that good But I'm so high I don't care We both get drowned From a blazing fire Within our own skin We're so high We've made love until the Sun goes down With a tinge of pink There's no more rainbows Only Charlie the Unicorn With his awkward voice I cried for irritation But you laugh And nailed your stare at me I search your face For a star Only to found out an unstrung guitar, Mess in your room, And unlit rolled of paper But we're so high You turned on the light You wanted me to go home The sky was falling I can hear Van Gogh's singing As he cut his ear off The dream catcher crying Of all the memories its hanging And we're not high anymore I was soaring up above Serenading the lonely moon We create our own oblivion When we're high

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Dec 22, 2015

Dec 22, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC

High

I looked up And saw the sun at its zenith But I'm so high There were rainbows Dancing before my lips I remembered how you kissed me For the first time You were not that good But I'm so high I don't care We both get drowned From a blazing fire Within our own skin We're so high We've made love until the Sun goes down With a tinge of pink There's no more rainbows Only Charlie the Unicorn With his awkward voice I cried for irritation But you laugh And nailed your stare at me I search your face For a star Only to found out an unstrung guitar, Mess in your room, And unlit rolled of paper But we're so high You turned on the light You wanted me to go home The sky was falling I can hear Van Gogh's singing As he cut his ear off The dream catcher crying Of all the memories its hanging And we're not high anymore I was soaring up above Serenading the lonely moon We create our own oblivion When we're high

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I was lying on the stone bench Where crickets serenaded The naked moon above I stared blankly at the vast sky With a lit cigarette in my hand Smoke moving upwards And drowned in the midst Of the dark A lonely star caught my eye Gleaming as if crying How I wish I could fly And kiss the northern star We will explode And fall unto the ocean of Bliss and oblivion Take me now, lonely star For I, too, was aching

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Oct 29, 2015

Oct 29, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC

Lonely Star

I was lying on the stone bench Where crickets serenaded The naked moon above I stared blankly at the vast sky With a lit cigarette in my hand Smoke moving upwards And drowned in the midst Of the dark A lonely star caught my eye Gleaming as if crying How I wish I could fly And kiss the northern star We will explode And fall unto the ocean of Bliss and oblivion Take me now, lonely star For I, too, was aching

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A lamp post. Light reflects through the window. Trees shadows. A firefly. Closed museum, Vacant tables and chairs of a café, One pack of cigarette. A book. – A girl sitting alone. Struggling to write— To fill in the emptiness inside her. She lit the last stick, Playing with the smoke She is lost And sick. Of laughter’s by a nearby crowd Through the bushes hides a cicada Singing the song of the night. … Stop staring at the sky There are no falling stars to wish upon. Go home. Before loneliness struck your heart No one wants you. And your bed is a deathbed waiting for you.

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Oct 12, 2015

Oct 12, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC

Untitled

A lamp post. Light reflects through the window. Trees shadows. A firefly. Closed museum, Vacant tables and chairs of a café, One pack of cigarette. A book. – A girl sitting alone. Struggling to write— To fill in the emptiness inside her. She lit the last stick, Playing with the smoke She is lost And sick. Of laughter’s by a nearby crowd Through the bushes hides a cicada Singing the song of the night. … Stop staring at the sky There are no falling stars to wish upon. Go home. Before loneliness struck your heart No one wants you. And your bed is a deathbed waiting for you.

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I saw a little girl By the window Blowing bubbles Small and big Upon the street down The sun was beginning to rest Kissing my face With golden rays I looked at her And she smiled at me I envied her— I kept on walking Ignoring the sounds of murmur, Footsteps and laughing I’d been sleeping all day But no matter how I tried to escape reality I always woke up With dreams That bothered me. Little girl by the window Let me be just like your bubbles I will soar up the sky And pop in a minute or two Thank you, little girl Keep smiling The world is yours

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Oct 1, 2015

Oct 1, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC

Little girl

I saw a little girl By the window Blowing bubbles Small and big Upon the street down The sun was beginning to rest Kissing my face With golden rays I looked at her And she smiled at me I envied her— I kept on walking Ignoring the sounds of murmur, Footsteps and laughing I’d been sleeping all day But no matter how I tried to escape reality I always woke up With dreams That bothered me. Little girl by the window Let me be just like your bubbles I will soar up the sky And pop in a minute or two Thank you, little girl Keep smiling The world is yours

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From the shell I hear the ocean waves I know it's calling me Come here, you little one Listen to my song Come here, you little one The seashore is waiting for you Feel the sands consume your feet Come here, you little one Pick up those starfish Keep them it's my gift Come here, you little one Let me kiss your body Taste my tears salty like yours Come here, you little one Build me a castle I promise I won't erase Come here, you little one Write your name As you stumble with pebbles Come here, you little one I'll take you wherever you want May it be at the depths of my soul, Explore my vastness You'll see how much you mean to me Come here, you little one I offer you a rest Sail with me Come here, you little one And you'll never be alone again

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Sep 26, 2015

Sep 26, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC

Song of the Sea

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Sa aking pagiisa alaala mo'y aking kaulayaw Ang dilim na bumabalot ay ang bisig mo Ang dampi ng hangin ay ang marubdob **** halik Hinahanap-hanap ko ang amoy mo Ang marinig muli ang iyong halakhak Maramdaman ang marahan **** paghinga At ang init nitong kumikiliti sa aking leeg Ang pakinggan ang musikang likha ng iyong dibdib Sa marahan at maharot nitong pagkabog Nilalangoy sa bawat tingin Manaka-nakang mapapapikit At ikaw nama'y patuloy sa pananaliksik Lulunurin kita sa aking panunukso Ikaw nama'y patuloy sa pagsuyo sa aking mga labi Nilalaro ang guhit sa iyong palad Inuukit ang ngalan at ang gabing iyon Nakasanayan na ang paghagod sa iyong buhok Linya ng pagngiti ay kabisado na Hinaharana ako sa gitna ng dilim Kay higpit ng iyong yakap At ako'y napapasinghap Bawat bahagi mo ay naging parte ko At bawat parte ko ay naging bahagi mo Tayo ay naging sanlaksa Nanganak ng mga “ako” Bumuo sa “tayo” ng uniberso … Maayos na ang kobrekama Malamig ang titig nito Punyal na tumatarak sa dibdib Dugo ang bawat paghinga Bakas ay nilamon na.. Tanging sa isip na lamang kita makakasama sa tuwina Nagngingitngit ang aking mga kamay Mata ay pilit sinasara Ang katotohana'y ikaw ay malayo na Pinalaya. Ikaw sana'y lumago Ang dilim ang magkukubli sa pagluha Ang hangin ang bibingi sa sakit Humayon ka ng mag-isa.

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Sep 26, 2015

Sep 26, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC

Vertigo

Sa aking pagiisa alaala mo'y aking kaulayaw Ang dilim na bumabalot ay ang bisig mo Ang dampi ng hangin ay ang marubdob **** halik Hinahanap-hanap ko ang amoy mo Ang marinig muli ang iyong halakhak Maramdaman ang marahan **** paghinga At ang init nitong kumikiliti sa aking leeg Ang pakinggan ang musikang likha ng iyong dibdib Sa marahan at maharot nitong pagkabog Nilalangoy sa bawat tingin Manaka-nakang mapapapikit At ikaw nama'y patuloy sa pananaliksik Lulunurin kita sa aking panunukso Ikaw nama'y patuloy sa pagsuyo sa aking mga labi Nilalaro ang guhit sa iyong palad Inuukit ang ngalan at ang gabing iyon Nakasanayan na ang paghagod sa iyong buhok Linya ng pagngiti ay kabisado na Hinaharana ako sa gitna ng dilim Kay higpit ng iyong yakap At ako'y napapasinghap Bawat bahagi mo ay naging parte ko At bawat parte ko ay naging bahagi mo Tayo ay naging sanlaksa Nanganak ng mga “ako” Bumuo sa “tayo” ng uniberso … Maayos na ang kobrekama Malamig ang titig nito Punyal na tumatarak sa dibdib Dugo ang bawat paghinga Bakas ay nilamon na.. Tanging sa isip na lamang kita makakasama sa tuwina Nagngingitngit ang aking mga kamay Mata ay pilit sinasara Ang katotohana'y ikaw ay malayo na Pinalaya. Ikaw sana'y lumago Ang dilim ang magkukubli sa pagluha Ang hangin ang bibingi sa sakit Humayon ka ng mag-isa.

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A card given by a stranger With a poem written down clumsily “Don’t die like a rose,” it says A girl sitting at the back Holding her sketch pad, pencil, watercolour, and paintbrush Lines, curves, dimensions— Submerge in a nightmare Lost in a maze of Unforgotten memories Her body is damaged Skin peeling off As she tries to find her way back “Don’t die like a rose,” it says She has nothing left Only a pile of poems, Stories, drawings That holds a secret Everyday misery becomes Her good lover It sings as she sleeps Cuddling her in the darkness Of a room filled with ghosts Misery showers her with Anguish of morning kisses “Don’t die like a rose,” it says There are no longer fireflies That stay in her eyes Her lips are out of colour Unlike her drawings Spilled with red, orange, green, and black A world she creates Freeing her soul Letting it soar to join The hues of a sunset “Don’t die like a rose,” it says But beautiful stranger, She died a thousand times Death is her friend She’s been waiting for To take her away In those vast universe Of stars, daffodils, cigarettes, Metaphors, violins She longs to run in the meadows Where grass dances As she smiles finally September 7, 2015

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Sep 18, 2015

Sep 18, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC

"Don't die like a rose"

A card given by a stranger With a poem written down clumsily “Don’t die like a rose,” it says A girl sitting at the back Holding her sketch pad, pencil, watercolour, and paintbrush Lines, curves, dimensions— Submerge in a nightmare Lost in a maze of Unforgotten memories Her body is damaged Skin peeling off As she tries to find her way back “Don’t die like a rose,” it says She has nothing left Only a pile of poems, Stories, drawings That holds a secret Everyday misery becomes Her good lover It sings as she sleeps Cuddling her in the darkness Of a room filled with ghosts Misery showers her with Anguish of morning kisses “Don’t die like a rose,” it says There are no longer fireflies That stay in her eyes Her lips are out of colour Unlike her drawings Spilled with red, orange, green, and black A world she creates Freeing her soul Letting it soar to join The hues of a sunset “Don’t die like a rose,” it says But beautiful stranger, She died a thousand times Death is her friend She’s been waiting for To take her away In those vast universe Of stars, daffodils, cigarettes, Metaphors, violins She longs to run in the meadows Where grass dances As she smiles finally September 7, 2015

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I never lost my virginity At the age of 19 To a boy who promised That it will not hurt I never bled I never bit my lips I never cried I never slept with a writer, Musician, chemist, An engineer or even a ********* I never tried a pregnancy test kit I am not scared Of those two red lines I never loved my best friend Or those strangers Who painfully ripped my body I love those stains Of a long forgotten past Embedded on crumpled sheets I was never molested When I was 5 or so It was just a game I never cursed that night I never hated my brother I want men to crave for me I never wanted their affection I don’t want to ******* **** them On streets in the middle of the night With cat calls I am not depressed I love my scars I never took ****** Just to sleep at night Or wept in the middle of nowhere I am a strong woman I am not damaged I ******* hate this life It’s too beautiful for someone like me This is not a poem Of a broken girl I am okay. I wanna live. I am not a liar. A happy girl Wrote this Waiting for her prince charming To free this damsel in distress From the tower of anguish And to live happily ever after

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Sep 8, 2015

Sep 8, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC

Never Have I Ever

I never lost my virginity At the age of 19 To a boy who promised That it will not hurt I never bled I never bit my lips I never cried I never slept with a writer, Musician, chemist, An engineer or even a ********* I never tried a pregnancy test kit I am not scared Of those two red lines I never loved my best friend Or those strangers Who painfully ripped my body I love those stains Of a long forgotten past Embedded on crumpled sheets I was never molested When I was 5 or so It was just a game I never cursed that night I never hated my brother I want men to crave for me I never wanted their affection I don’t want to ******* **** them On streets in the middle of the night With cat calls I am not depressed I love my scars I never took ****** Just to sleep at night Or wept in the middle of nowhere I am a strong woman I am not damaged I ******* hate this life It’s too beautiful for someone like me This is not a poem Of a broken girl I am okay. I wanna live. I am not a liar. A happy girl Wrote this Waiting for her prince charming To free this damsel in distress From the tower of anguish And to live happily ever after

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These are memories not to be told. Even the random words spilled across these sheets. You and that night are strangers to me. I am trapped in a labyrinth of anger, vengeance, and disgust— I can still feel the weight of your body, how your lips created small sounds as it landed on my skin. A punishment I did not deserved. A game I should have not played. I hated the moon for it silenced my screams that wanted to say everything. Unknowingly, you killed me that night. You took away a parcel of my childhood. Ever since then, I was not myself anymore. And my body is now a mere vessel for a broken soul. Lately, I have been waking up to nightmares— surfacing from the bottom of piled boxes of forgotten memories. I want to keep running away. Even my feet are bleeding. I always look up at the stars above hoping that they would soon take me. But I am just nobody. On at the other side of the world, a little girl is crying. Her hands are trembling with fear. Someone has devoured her body. And yet, she is still alive. And a boy next door is banging his head on the floor boards. Blood is dripping and dogs are barking. A man hides a knife in his pocket as he knocks on his daughter’s room, calling her name softly. A group of boys holding a girl they just picked up on the streets. Showering her with wet kisses in exchange for buying the strings of sampaguitas in her naïve hands. A wife clutches the sheets of the bed as her husband slides inside her. She sees his eyes as the color of the rose he had given her on their first anniversary. She no longer knows the man on top of her. She bites her lower lip to keep herself from weeping. She is in her sixth month of pregnancy. He looks up at his hanging body. They’ve been together for six years. And he doesn’t what went wrong. The church says it’s a sin to have relations with the same *** Society despised them as if they were mere dirt in this world. A college girl lies in an unknown clinic with a woman standing beside her. She is surrounded by bottles with fetuses inside. Her boyfriend cheated on her. Her family is waiting at the dining table staring at her vacant chair. All these are happening all over the world. You are not alone with the struggle. Keep holding on.

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Sep 4, 2015

Sep 4, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC

These are memories not to be told

These are memories not to be told. Even the random words spilled across these sheets. You and that night are strangers to me. I am trapped in a labyrinth of anger, vengeance, and disgust— I can still feel the weight of your body, how your lips created small sounds as it landed on my skin. A punishment I did not deserved. A game I should have not played. I hated the moon for it silenced my screams that wanted to say everything. Unknowingly, you killed me that night. You took away a parcel of my childhood. Ever since then, I was not myself anymore. And my body is now a mere vessel for a broken soul. Lately, I have been waking up to nightmares— surfacing from the bottom of piled boxes of forgotten memories. I want to keep running away. Even my feet are bleeding. I always look up at the stars above hoping that they would soon take me. But I am just nobody. On at the other side of the world, a little girl is crying. Her hands are trembling with fear. Someone has devoured her body. And yet, she is still alive. And a boy next door is banging his head on the floor boards. Blood is dripping and dogs are barking. A man hides a knife in his pocket as he knocks on his daughter’s room, calling her name softly. A group of boys holding a girl they just picked up on the streets. Showering her with wet kisses in exchange for buying the strings of sampaguitas in her naïve hands. A wife clutches the sheets of the bed as her husband slides inside her. She sees his eyes as the color of the rose he had given her on their first anniversary. She no longer knows the man on top of her. She bites her lower lip to keep herself from weeping. She is in her sixth month of pregnancy. He looks up at his hanging body. They’ve been together for six years. And he doesn’t what went wrong. The church says it’s a sin to have relations with the same *** Society despised them as if they were mere dirt in this world. A college girl lies in an unknown clinic with a woman standing beside her. She is surrounded by bottles with fetuses inside. Her boyfriend cheated on her. Her family is waiting at the dining table staring at her vacant chair. All these are happening all over the world. You are not alone with the struggle. Keep holding on.

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Mom, I wanna go home Open the door to your daughter Don’t say anything If I look like a mess Prepare the bathtub I have to wash away All these touches and kisses From those strangers Who made me their graveyard But no matter how I rub It seems to live inside my skin Mom, I wanna go home Without the tinge of alcohol In my dress Smell of smoke that crawled In my hair Blood shot eyes And a missing underwear Mom, I wanna go home Leave this life in the city Crowded of lonely people To see the fireflies In our mango tree To cross the old bridge And afternoon naps With the music of cicadas And the feeling of lying Against the bamboo floor Mom, I wanna go home To get rid of bed sheets And used condoms With stains of my period Moans not from tickling sensations But cries of a miserable heart Mom, I wanna go home To escape the nightmares Of **** lullabies Of lit cigarette Of men who bled for my body Mom, where are you? Where is home? I couldn’t find my way back Please help me.

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Sep 4, 2015

Sep 4, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC

Wish

Mom, I wanna go home Open the door to your daughter Don’t say anything If I look like a mess Prepare the bathtub I have to wash away All these touches and kisses From those strangers Who made me their graveyard But no matter how I rub It seems to live inside my skin Mom, I wanna go home Without the tinge of alcohol In my dress Smell of smoke that crawled In my hair Blood shot eyes And a missing underwear Mom, I wanna go home Leave this life in the city Crowded of lonely people To see the fireflies In our mango tree To cross the old bridge And afternoon naps With the music of cicadas And the feeling of lying Against the bamboo floor Mom, I wanna go home To get rid of bed sheets And used condoms With stains of my period Moans not from tickling sensations But cries of a miserable heart Mom, I wanna go home To escape the nightmares Of **** lullabies Of lit cigarette Of men who bled for my body Mom, where are you? Where is home? I couldn’t find my way back Please help me.

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