yang-abao - Hello Poetry

I've never written anything for months I don't know where all the words went I just know that I dont have anything to say I tried to seem to be alright I did my best to seem strong I tried... yet it seems to be getting more difficult day by day I feel empty A rotten shell I dont know what I'm doing Nor why I'm doing it as well Everything is pointles Dark A very lonely shark I stay awake until dawn I'm always tired I'm never going to be good enough I can't seem to be genuinely happy anymore

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Nov 6, 2017

Nov 6, 2017 at 10:39 AM UTC

This isnt poetry. More like a vent.

I've never written anything for months I don't know where all the words went I just know that I dont have anything to say I tried to seem to be alright I did my best to seem strong I tried... yet it seems to be getting more difficult day by day I feel empty A rotten shell I dont know what I'm doing Nor why I'm doing it as well Everything is pointles Dark A very lonely shark I stay awake until dawn I'm always tired I'm never going to be good enough I can't seem to be genuinely happy anymore

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Eto nanaman, palaging napapagalitan dahil sa bungangang masyadong madaldal at hindi mapigilan Bakit kaya kung ako'y magsalita ang naririnig nila ay isang taong bobo at hindi isang makata Ang liit-liit ng paningin ko sa aking sarili, hindi sa mundo lahat ng ginagawa ko ay mali, bakit ang sama mo sa akin Ale!?

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Jul 13, 2017

Jul 13, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC

STUPIDyante

Eto nanaman, palaging napapagalitan dahil sa bungangang masyadong madaldal at hindi mapigilan Bakit kaya kung ako'y magsalita ang naririnig nila ay isang taong bobo at hindi isang makata Ang liit-liit ng paningin ko sa aking sarili, hindi sa mundo lahat ng ginagawa ko ay mali, bakit ang sama mo sa akin Ale!?

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It's really strange, how your heart could make you feel so deranged, it's a fist-size muscle, yet it can give you so much trouble. I felt the world go silent, somehow, inside me my heart's defiant, I touched my chest with my palm, I can feel it shouting, it is never calm. I closed my eyes to feel its rhythm, waiting to understand its symbolism, And when my eyes were awake, I know then, that my heart is an earthquake.

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Sep 16, 2016

Sep 16, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC

Heart-Quake

It's really strange, how your heart could make you feel so deranged, it's a fist-size muscle, yet it can give you so much trouble. I felt the world go silent, somehow, inside me my heart's defiant, I touched my chest with my palm, I can feel it shouting, it is never calm. I closed my eyes to feel its rhythm, waiting to understand its symbolism, And when my eyes were awake, I know then, that my heart is an earthquake.

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It was on September first, when I first listened to your voice, It made me feel an overwhelming thirst, To feel the heat, I didn't have a choice! You started out slow, talking as if we're centimeters apart, Then you suddenly Growled, the desire scattered in me like abstract art! I didn't fully understand it then, How I reached for my shirt and then lower, near the hem, My skin looked like marmalade, Your moaning voice is a bittersweet crusade. I felt like you were whispering in my ear, making sounds that I didn't know I wanted to hear, you then shifted your pace, it took me awhile to realize that this was a chase. It felt like both of us, together, soared high, into the sky, making thunderstorms and any other weather not knowing that your last moan was actually Good-bye.

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Sep 16, 2016

Sep 16, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC

Growls

It was on September first, when I first listened to your voice, It made me feel an overwhelming thirst, To feel the heat, I didn't have a choice! You started out slow, talking as if we're centimeters apart, Then you suddenly Growled, the desire scattered in me like abstract art! I didn't fully understand it then, How I reached for my shirt and then lower, near the hem, My skin looked like marmalade, Your moaning voice is a bittersweet crusade. I felt like you were whispering in my ear, making sounds that I didn't know I wanted to hear, you then shifted your pace, it took me awhile to realize that this was a chase. It felt like both of us, together, soared high, into the sky, making thunderstorms and any other weather not knowing that your last moan was actually Good-bye.

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I thought every word every phrase every thought that got you amazed set your heart ablazed was written for me. I guess I should've read further on.

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Jul 7, 2016

Jul 7, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC

I'm Sorry

I thought every word every phrase every thought that got you amazed set your heart ablazed was written for me. I guess I should've read further on.

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I want you to remember me, not just as a Memory, but as Poetry. No, I don't want you to only remember, I want you to feel me, feel the curves of my free verses, listen to the rhythm of my sentences, see me as well-written images. Touch my soul, decipher my core, Grasp my all, Tell me that you need more. More of me, More of Poetry.

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Jun 28, 2016

Jun 28, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC

Remember Me, As Poetry

I want you to remember me, not just as a Memory, but as Poetry. No, I don't want you to only remember, I want you to feel me, feel the curves of my free verses, listen to the rhythm of my sentences, see me as well-written images. Touch my soul, decipher my core, Grasp my all, Tell me that you need more. More of me, More of Poetry.

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I get all overwhelmed when there's too many people. There's too many feelings, too many thoughts, That I wish I could feel, I wish I could read. Too much voices, forcing their way in my eardrums, demanding me to listen. This is why I hate crowds, This is why I value solitude. My heart can never contain too much of things, It just doesn't know what to do with it. My palms, aren't wide enough for something too monstrous. My lungs aren't big enough for your tornado, instead of filling me, you're actually suffocating me. I'm not asking for everything, But at least, give me something.

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Jun 28, 2016

Jun 28, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC

Too much

I get all overwhelmed when there's too many people. There's too many feelings, too many thoughts, That I wish I could feel, I wish I could read. Too much voices, forcing their way in my eardrums, demanding me to listen. This is why I hate crowds, This is why I value solitude. My heart can never contain too much of things, It just doesn't know what to do with it. My palms, aren't wide enough for something too monstrous. My lungs aren't big enough for your tornado, instead of filling me, you're actually suffocating me. I'm not asking for everything, But at least, give me something.

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Then he said, "You don't have to restrain any of your thoughts from me. We both could be Victims of the same sin."

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Jun 28, 2016

Jun 28, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC

Victims

Then he said, "You don't have to restrain any of your thoughts from me. We both could be Victims of the same sin."

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I either love with so much Intensity, or I don't love at all.

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Jun 28, 2016

Jun 28, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC

Excerpts about me #1

I either love with so much Intensity, or I don't love at all.

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I cried when they said, You are carrying something special. Inside you is something, Someone, who'll be someone's Best thing that's ever happened to them. But I am crying, looking at you like lost potential, looking at you like a pathetic failure looking at you like broken futures like a bunch of black holes, instead of dazzling supernovas I am crying, shouting at the world, thinking that this is sin, since it's not the right timing. You promised me a future, of success, of diplomas, of infinite careers, but then they said you are, carrying something special. I cried, I thought it was for your mom, for your dad, for you little brother who looks up to you. But then I realized that it was for myself. I am a selfish ***** I knew that. But it never felt more real, than the time the first drop of tears crawled into my cheek, then unto my neck, and slowly disappeared into my chest. Dear, you're not Lost Potential A Pathetic Failure Broken Futures A bunch of Black Holes You are a Dazzling Supernova. And inside you, is a surprise, but not something to hold you back, I'm sorry if I made it feel Unwelcome-d I'm sorry if I made it feel unloved, unwanted.

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Jun 27, 2016

Jun 27, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC

Something Special: Inside

I cried when they said, You are carrying something special. Inside you is something, Someone, who'll be someone's Best thing that's ever happened to them. But I am crying, looking at you like lost potential, looking at you like a pathetic failure looking at you like broken futures like a bunch of black holes, instead of dazzling supernovas I am crying, shouting at the world, thinking that this is sin, since it's not the right timing. You promised me a future, of success, of diplomas, of infinite careers, but then they said you are, carrying something special. I cried, I thought it was for your mom, for your dad, for you little brother who looks up to you. But then I realized that it was for myself. I am a selfish ***** I knew that. But it never felt more real, than the time the first drop of tears crawled into my cheek, then unto my neck, and slowly disappeared into my chest. Dear, you're not Lost Potential A Pathetic Failure Broken Futures A bunch of Black Holes You are a Dazzling Supernova. And inside you, is a surprise, but not something to hold you back, I'm sorry if I made it feel Unwelcome-d I'm sorry if I made it feel unloved, unwanted.

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