yndn - Hello Poetry

yndn Mar 29

hekhok

Bato, bato sa langit—
Ang matamaan, sana ay h'wag magalit

Hindi ko naman nilagay name mo, assuming ka lang siguro.

hekhok
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Noun It's a sound of a laugh. Usually comes from short people who thinks everyone hates them, but is actually genuinely loved by their friends, which is a group of nerds and weebs.
Guy: *shows a meme* Girl: That's funny hekhok

yndn Mar 28

status

You think, you can fool me
Wrap me around your little finger
May you bless me well, for you to be holy
But nah, you may know me well from the outside

But you don't because every time you look in the mirror,
You mirror convexity face to face with your kind

I never doubted for a second
I never think twice, no second choices for a split second
Just a split personality, bipolar disorder
Because I know when to be crazy and be serious at the same time

I might choke you, pin you down
Stab you, rope you
Maybe when I punch you, you might fly
Thin-skinned boy with no permanent dreams
Living for a temporary, one day millionaire life.

Pretense of the rich-poor cycle
Blending in with the rich like a chameleon
Socializing with the poor since it is your kind
Don't confuse me with your ideal Marxism

You can't fool me. Not anymore.

yndn Mar 28

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My God, Our Creator—
Is so forgiving, has forgiven me
So, who am I, an imperfect mere human
Would not be forgiving to the ones who wronged us.

yndn Mar 28

4rg3t

you thought I never really forgotten it, I forgave you but I never really got the chance to forget it.

it never really left. It was just there. I might remember it but the feelings and emotions were gone.

#trauma

yndn Mar 28

sssssnake

Caught in a ripple effect,
My plans unravel before my eyes.
I might break, or I might smirk—like a diamond,
Priceless, unyielding.

Honey, I shine with my own originality.
You? A moissanite—just imitation,
A hollow mimic of what’s truly real.

From mourning, I rise reborn,
A black snake coiled around a katana,
Fading to a blood-red hue.

Side-eyed, venomous chic, with short, trimmed hair,
Rebelled like a sin, a tattooed bloodstain on my neck.

Bruised patch on my wrist—slash me with your best shot.

yndn Mar 28

outlet of emotions

My poems are the true witnesses of my experience,
Instead of shedding a tear, I turn to my keyboard—
typing what I felt,
turning my pain into words.

Instead of being vulnerable in front of the world,
I choose to be vulnerable in verses,
letting the ink spill where silence once held me captive.

I don’t shout what I feel deep within;
I hold my thoughts and carve them into lines—
no longer acting out the chaos,
but releasing it with the stroke of each key.

Gone are the days of outbursts,
of unspoken words and buried emotions.
Now, with every line, I blow out what I once held in,
transforming what hurt into something that speaks.

Stop me, I don't even recognize myself when I'm full of anger, hatred, and sorrow, overflowing with emotion.

yndn Mar 28

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