Minsan ako'y napapaisip,
Kung bakit pa ako pumapasok sa eskwelahan,
Pumapasok ba ako para mag-aral?
Eh pakiramdam ko wala naman akong natututunan,
Kabisado ko lahat, ngunit ni isa, wala akong naiintindihan.
Bakit pa ako nag-aaral?
Para ba sa ito aking kapakanan?
Para ba talaga ito sa aking kapakanan, kahit wala naman talaga akong natututunan?
Para ba talaga ito sa aking kapakanan, kahit ito ang dahilan ng aking kalungkutan?
Para ba talaga ito sa aking kapakanan, kahit nalilimutan ko na magkaroon ng mga kaibigan?
Para ba talaga ito sa aking kapakanan, kahit nasasakripisyo na ang aking kalusugan?
Para ba talaga ito sa aking kapakanan, kahit kayo at hindi ako nasisiyahan?
Kayo lang ang natutuwa sa mga matataas kong marka,
Ang mga grado at papuring aking natatamasa, hindi sapat para gawin akong masaya
Nasasakal na ako, gusto kong makahinga
Nakaka-pagod mag-aral lalo na't hindi ko naman gusto ang aking ginagawa
Sinasagad ko ang aking sarili, para kayo't maging
Puyat na puyat,
Pagod na pagod,
Bagsak na ang katawan
At ginagawa lang nilang katatawanan ang aking kapaguran
Hindi nila pinahahalagahan ang aking nararamdaman,
Tao rin ako napapagod, nasasaktan.
Sana maisip niyo rin na gusto kong mag-aral, mag-aral ng hindi napipilitan
Gusto kong mag-aral ng may natututunan
Ayokong maging basehan ang aking mga marka ng aking pagkatuto
Gusto kong pumasa hindi lang dahil basta't kabisado ko at may naipasa
Gusto kong pumasa dahil ako'y may natutunang mga aral na aking dadalhin hanggang sa aking kamatayan.
Bakit pa ako nag-aaral?
Dahil naniniwala akong may makikita akong pagbabago, may makakatagpong **** na babago ng aking pananaw tungkol sa totoong kahulugan ng edukasyon at pagkatuto.

I know you like me
And you know I like you too.
But we chose to ignore,
It's not accepted, it's not allowed.
Maybe the timing's just off,
Or maybe it's because of those judgemental people.
It's not accepted, it's not allowed. We're both the same,
This relationship is not practical.

I was your Harry.

And you were my friend, Hermione.

I liked it when people see us together

And tell us we're fit one another

When in reality,

I was just an extra in your story

I loved you secretly,

Even though reciprocating it is just a fantasy,

And so I watched you end up with my bestfriend, Ron

When I knew that should've been me.

A recipe on how to make a person fall in love with:

1 1/2 cups (355 ml) of DEVOTION
1 package (2 1/4 teaspoons) of AFFECTION
3 3/4 cups (490 g) of PATIENCE
2 Tbsp of OPEN-MINDEDNESS
2 teaspoons of SWEETNESS
3 cups of TRUST
2 Tbsp of COMPASSION
1 teaspoon of WARMTH
4 Tbsp of RESPECT
And an infinite amount of LOVE

What if one day, you wake up, realizing how much of an idiot you are for letting someone fool you yet you're still so head-over-heels towards that person.

Ang pagmamahal siguro'y bulag nga
Nang makita kita sayo'y nahulog agad
Ikaw ay may itsura
Mabait at palangiti pa

Ngunit sabi ng Ina'y ako ay mag-ingat
Tayo'y magka-iba, hindi raw pinagtadhana
Hindi ako naniwala
Alam kong sayo ako'y sasaya ng lubusan

Naglaro, nagtawanan
Sa mga panahong kasama ka ako'y nagagalak
Subalit dumating ang araw
Araw na magwawakas pala ang lahat

Ako'y nawasak at ikaw ang may sala
Unti-unting nabasag
Wala na akong magagawa
Tama nga ang sinabi ng ina na hind tayo para sa isa't-isa

I don't expect my poems to be on trending,
nor to receive praises
I just want to express
all the stress
life gave me

It's been 3 years ever since we met
It didn't come to me, that i'll love you till my last breath
'Twas a major revelation for me,

Not for you.

I have to love you secretly,  
Those 3 years i've been with you
My eyes still has the same look for you
Hidden in the dungeons of my heart
My affection for you,
I have to keep it forever,
I don't want to ruin what we have.

You are the creamer to my tea and the sugar that sweetens the bitter parts of me.

Just blank.
Blank
blank
bLanK
BlaNk
That's how my mind was
Ever since you left.

Writing kept me sane.

What do I do now when there's nothing worth sharing—no writing left in me anymore?

You smile, and my whole world falls apart
You laugh, and my knees began to tremble
You make my heart shake, you make my brain vague
It is you who ruins my system

I don't really know what i'm writing
But I know I needed an outlet,
I'm feeling down these days,
And I came to a point that dying was the best option
However, I have to fight, I needed to live
For my dreams and for my future
I still have no idea what i'm writing
But I know writing helps
It may not ease the pain
But it will slowly heal my wounds

Breathe through the numbers
Cease through the smoke
Drink another liquor
Or chug another canned coke

An immature irrational being
Turned 18 this year
Don't you dare go clubbing
Just sleep off all your fears

You are growing old
Should let all the insecurities go
Hope you become brave and bold
Fly high and soar like an arrow!

I don't know if this makes sense, wrote it randomly kanina. But anyway, happy birthday!

I hid.
I ran.
I hid.
I ran.
And hid.
And ran
And hid
And ran.

It was a cycle
That doesn't want to be halted
Only courage will stop it
Where could I find one?
I am a coward, I am afraid.
I don't want to be shamed!
I don't want to be embarassed!

But I grew tired of hiding
And running
And hiding
And running

The cycle stopped
I finally found the courage.

Inside the closet where I hid,
I felt fake
I felt suffocated.
I felt alone.
So I mustered my courage, and stepped outside.

Outside the closet is where I belong.
Those people surrounding it became my home.

Your kisses electrified all the dying pieces I had within.

Your touch magnified all the scars in my heart.

Your laughs resonated through my soul.

Your tears rippled through my skin.

Every part of you are puzzle pieces that I've been finding for so long.

How beautiful those photographs are
It brings back the memories of the past
Whether its good or bad
Photographs will always be there to last

Looking back,
Photograps made me feel,
That people are unchanging,
Even when the person is gone,
The memory and the feelings remains unforgotten

one bullet to the head
two pills to ingest
three knife stabs to the heart
four steps to the railroad crossing
five cuts in the wrists
six






feet off the ground

There’s nothing more painful than holding unto something so valuable, only to be taken away from me in a blink of an eye.

Facebook gave us a new look
Addicted to reading people's lives
Forgetting that we have ours to problematize

Messenger connected us to strangers
Being indulged in chatting with them
Disremembering those people,
People that are not virtual,
People that you have to catch up to

Twitter lets it all out,
Our problems, our thoughts, our whines, our woes
But while using twitter, you overlooked those around you
Those who're willing to listen to you
Those who can actually help you

Instagram lets us share photos with our loved ones
Photos where everyone looked delighted and felicitous
Photos that are pretentious
Only on photos do they seem happy
But in real life, they're constantly neglecting,
Neglecting and taking each other for granted

Why do we let social media measure our worth?
Is it really worthy?
Is it really that worthy to be connected to those who are far from you,
While sacrificing those people you love who are near you?

You were once my sun and moon
You were once my day and night
You were once my sweet dreams
You were  once my reality

Now tell me,
How do I unlove you,
When you became my everything?

They shouted "arithmetic sequence is troublesome"
And I uttered "it is not"
Just memorize the formula
And you'll get everything right

It is not complicated as it looks
Don't be intimidated by the formula an-a1+(n-1)d
Never let the look if it deceive you
Or you'll end up being *******

Wasn't able to comprehend at first
It'll always be hard at first
But as we enhance iur skill
Just like the sequence, our mistakes will shrink

Allot your time and effort
Even when your brain will distort
The day will come when it'll be easy
You'll be great at it, trust me

1,
Run, run fast
2,
I'm coming to you
3,
I cannot find you, where are you?
4,
Are you there?  I'm about to catch you
5,
Don't try to hide
6,
You're about to be caught
7,
I can hear you
8,
I'm near you
9,
Hah, you're dead, i told you not to hide
10,
*inaudible sounds of laughter and shouts

Are vices the answer?
No.

Would it solve your problems?
No.

Would it fix yourself?
No.

Would it make your situation better?
No.

So why do you still continue?

Because it makes me forget.

Teachers always say,
"Strive for excellence, not for perfection"
"Giving your best matters the most"
"Grades do not define you"
"Studying with the mentality of passing is nothing"

Why would they say those,
If they were the ones who push us to feel;
We are to perfect
We are to be highest
We are who our grades are
We are to study to pass

Studying for passing.
Passing without learning.

In a closed room with white walls, nothing can be heard but their heavy breathing and the beeping of machines.

Cacophonous sob and whispers grew.
The sound of the machine is slowing down.

It was time.

A man wearing a white coat came.

It really was time.

Nothing can hurt more than seeing someone go.

Those 2 words, keep writing
Made me feel so appreciated
I feel overjoyed, thanks for the support
I'll keep writing,
Until words stop flowing,
Until my eyes dry from crying
Until I feel happy
and I know that i'm very far from that
Until then, I'll keep writing.

I was struck by the light,
I wished that someone comes
At that moment, I was hoping, I was praying
I was grasping at straws that somebody comes.
I waited, and waited, and waited.
I lost track of time,
Days, months and years have passed.
But I prayed and waited.
Then that day came
When I grew tired of waiting,
I stood up, prepared to leave
Ready to start a whole new beginning
Someone grabbed my hand and told me,
"where are you going, you're leaving what you've been waiting for all this time?"
At the moment, I realized
Some things are really worth the wait.

There's nothing even special about her! Her ***** aren't huge, in fact, they're non existent. She has a big stomach, a stomach that is massive in size compared to her *****. She has a lot of pimples. She's not even smart. She loathe books! She doesn't even know how to spell the word "serious". She's not popular either, actually, there's a fair amount of people who despises her. She's annoying if you'd ask me.

But despite her imperfections and flaws, I love her. I really do. Perhaps, because of how tactless she is, or how her double chin shows up every time she laughs, or how she manages to brighten my day up even if hers also went bad, or how cute she looks when she smiles, or how sweet she acts towards me. She still crept into me.

I accepted her imperfections. I loved all the beautiful parts of her, and all the ugly too. She isn't beautiful, but her personality is. She made me a better woman because she seeks one in me. Her eyes maybe of color black, but to me, it says various words with different meanings. She's one of the few people I met that's different from the rest.

She's flawed, and so am I, and that made me love her even more. It doesn't make sense to everyone, but it makes sense to our hearts, where it really matters.

I am now ready,
Prepared to fight
Willing to sacrifice my life
Just to protect you, my love

I am fire
Soft enough to warm you
Powerful enough to destroy you

i don't need views
likes won't help me neither
sharing what I feel does
recognition is not needed
I just want someone to empathize
this is my way of reaching out
i apologize if you read my "stuff"
letting everything out makes me feel better
and this is where I feel home, in poetry

Sometimes, I find it hard to write, and sometimes I don't. And sometimes, I find it difficult to bring to words how sad and happy and frustrated and angry and ecstatic and morose and forlorn and agitated I am with life.

That's why, most of the time, I choose not to speak.

Because words aren't enough to express my introspection. Because words would only complicate my complicated thoughts. Because my rumination is a process that words cannot simply justify.

Because everyone wants to speak, yet no one wants to listen.

Most of the people nowadays are too egoistic to lend an ear.

Others whine of not being heard, yet they only listen to respond, not to understand.

That's where problems stem.

I'd rather be a silent listener than a speaker who only listens to respond, not to understand.

I went to church today by myself. How hypocritical of me, identifying myself as an atheist but still continuing to attend masses, never missing one.

Everything was normal. The priest started his homily with a joke of how all the restaurants would be filled with families, celebrating father's day. A tear escaped my eye. That's when it hit me, it was father's day. It was a day that for people like me, wasn't special. That's why the church was filled with fathers and soon to be fathers. The priest continued with his homily, saying that fathers should instill and inculcate to their kids the importance of God being the center of one's life. I cried. Not the loud cry, but tears were running down my face. My heart hurts. My heart was crying. Maybe, I was stressed, like I usually am. I was weeping in silence while the priest continued with the mass. Only now have I realized how empty I've become.

Emptiness was a feeling I never knew. It was a feeling I was familiar with but refused to recognize. I was afraid to be weak. The last thing I need was a pity party. But at that moment, I just let the tears stream through my face. I didn't care if people were looking at me with sympathy on their faces. I was suppressing this feeling for so long, that when it was finally released, it felt like my system was being crushed.

Even if you never stood as a father to us, even if you never acknowledged me as your daughter, even if you ruined and altered my life, you will always be my father.

I realized that there is no sense in harboring hatred towards you, you're one of the reasons why I became strong and independent. You're one of the people, who somehow, shaped me into who I am today.

We may never be comfortable with each other, nor speak to one another. Things might never be okay between us, but know that I always acknowledged you as my father even if you never did and I am grateful to you for making me experience life, even though it sometimes *****.

Happy father's day, dad.

Society tells you to be yourself
Yet they judge you when you are yourself
Society tells you to be honest
Yet they judge you when you are being honest

Never let our society dictate what you have to become,
You are your own person.
Don't give a ****.

I'm losing my passion for writing
My ideas are wilting
The feeling of being not good enough is slowly weeding
I know I need to put and end to all of these

My words aren't the same anymore
How I construct poetic lines sound mediocre than ever
Rhyming schemes is of no direction
Just like how I'm writing this poem

To tell you honestly, and to tell you the truth
I only started writing because i thought I was good.
I was wrong.
I was a fool for believing I had the talent.

I am in sorrow
In the middle of grieving
The tears are constanly flowing
My heart is sinking

My brain lost its function
Internal organs? I cleary lost thought
How can this be?
Why didn't you choose me?

I'm losing the will to live
It's better to die
You are mt oxygen, my soul
It's better to die if you decline me

Too afraid to admit
I am a coward and this is cowardice
Became a prisoner of overthinking
Trying to escape this cell that i've lived in

Don't feel sorry,
It was my fault
I loved you,
Knowing you don't feel the same way

In a hidden room where darkness resides, and colors were only of black, two people filled with tension were left behind.

Awareness was there, but the urge was stronger. And despite the lack of illumination, nothing hindered the feeling of sensuality. Perhaps, curiousity is the reason. Nevertheless, satisfying their desire was the only thing that mattered.

Their body spoke a tongue no one but only them could decipher. They were laced with the fragrance of greed. Having one objective, to infuse a blazing passion into every part of their bodies. Electricity was felt in every touch. A gentle caress drove them mad.

He made a move that made her tense. She made a move that made him restless. Their bodies danced in synchronization. A majestic performance, unseen by the world and concealed with pretentiousness.

Euphoria echoed the room. Ecstasy rushed through.

Attraction. Addiction. Temptation. Rhyming words. Different spellings. Yet, those were the same sentiment they shared.

Bright colors now surrounds the room, even so, nothing can hamper what they feel.

Trapped in a lustful spell.

It was a mistake they were willing to do over and over again.

You were once my sunshine
Shines through my face
Hiding all those disgrace
With your innocent looking face

Staring at the ceiling
Thinking about you, smiling
Constantly laughing
At the image of you, my heart is racing

Trying to close my eyes
Maybe, I can forget you, even just for once
Holding on to what I can see
And **** it, you're the only one I can see

Gasping for breath
Mesmerized by your beauty
The sun shines upon you
And how can it be, the moon too?

How can I close my eyes?
I don't want to unsee this beauty
It may be enigmatical
But I love you and I can't sleep

To be honest, i'm not okay
But i'm too afraid to say
Because you might not stay

Those 3 words, "i'm not okay"
Why is it so hard to say?
Can't I just be honest,  
And expect you to stay?