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Elizabeth Apr 2016
hindi lang naitatanong,
saksi ako sa hapunang iyong niluto,
panakot na gamit ay luha ko.
Elizabeth Apr 2016
I wait for the bus,
Knowing it'll never come.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Elizabeth Apr 2016
swimming inside you
eyes closed, smoking a cigar
move you little ****!
Elizabeth Apr 2016
Sabi nila ngayon ay buwan ng mga makata, mga matatalinhagang salita, mga boses na nilikha
Ako ay umaasang batiin mo, sapagkat ang aking mga tula ay bakas ng iyong paglaho

Wakas.

Maraming sulat na pinadala, sa mga taong hindi kilala, nagbabakasakali lamang ako, na magkamaling sulatan ka
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Alala ko pa ang mga araw, na ikay pinagmamasdan, sapagkat ika'y isang gantimpala na hindi ko makakamtan

Marahil ako lamang ang naniwala, marahil ako lamang ang saksi, marahil nga'y binuo ka lamang sa aking guni guni

Sabi na nga ba!
Ako ay kulang, tila rosas na binili lamang sa daan, mula sa batang walang mapagbigyan, ako'y napagdiskitahan

lilipas ang araw
matutulog ang gabi


Dahan dahan akong inikot, binuhol nang binuhol, magaantay na lamang sa aking pagsibol
bukas, makalawa
*Ako ngayo'y rosas na sa iba
This poem was inspired by the dried up roses I have in my room. I was amazed on how beautiful and alive they still seem.
Elizabeth Mar 2016
Tuwing manunumbalik sa mundo
Bawat sulok ng kwarto'y nalilito
Mga litratong nakapako, isa isang naglalaho.

Wala man lang makausap na nilalang
Panay mga bulag na anino lamang
Tila natitisod na mga ibon sa lansangan-
Dulot ng sakit sa kalamnan

Nanghihina, naninibago
Napipilitang manatili sa sariling espasyo
Sapagkat dito, kahit ako'y nagiisa
mundo nati'y unti- unting ipinipinta
Elizabeth Jan 2016
The ability to see through people can sometimes be exhausting.
Its like knowing their secret before they even become aware of it.

It's the slowest heartbreak.
Elizabeth Dec 2015
Day is passing
Slowly through my finger tips,
I try so hard to tighten my grip,
eyes have gone blind,
I befriend my mind.

seated next to a stranger in a bus-
hoping to hear from someone else that the day is meant for us


Their words have turned me mute,
denigrating my decibel to a minimum,
cultivating a web for all the voices that were dispersed—
I still haven’t decided if silence is a blessing or a curse.

Thing is no one told me that life is long, and that I have to continue the journey no matter how isolated I was.
No one told me how much I should participate in the creation of my existence, that I should perhaps keep going because no one will ever wait for me


There is nobody

treading the grounds alongside
deserted people,
gambling with faith in such a beastly place,
perfumed with slavery and discrimination;
despair and racism,
rubbing off a scent of alienation,
even that becomes a consolation.

I shouldn’t make this place about me,
growing fangs and horns in solidarity,
show me a world where all this don't persist,
How shall I go on looking like this.

There is nobody

My mind is a sanctuary,
They live and die in my memory,
Every single stranger is me.


Where have I arrived today?
I try so hard to disappear from everyone, that I end up even more lost in my own destination.

How did it become this beautiful?
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