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 Nov 2020 solEmn oaSis
Andy
Panangga
 Nov 2020 solEmn oaSis
Andy
Kapag sinabi ko ang panghalip na “siya”
Hindi malalaman kung babae o lalaki ang tinutukoy
Mahal kong wika
Tanging panangga
Ang nagtatago ng sikreto

Kaya kitang gawan ng tula
Walang makaaalam ng lihim na tinatago
 Nov 2020 solEmn oaSis
Andy
Isa kang manunula na karapat-dapat
magmahal at maging masaya.
Isa kang tula
Na may angking ganda
Na minsan ay hindi maintindihan
Kung hindi nilalaan ang oras upang pag-isipan

Minsan pinupuna ng iba
Dahil hindi sila nito pinapasaya
Hindi nila alam
Paano mahalin ang tula
Tanggapin ang lahat ng tayutay at salita nito
Na hindi na kailangan ng kapalit o salitang panibago

Wag kang makinig sa kanila
Ikaw ang tula at manunula
Ikaw ang may hawak ng sarili **** istorya
Ikaw ang magdedesisyon sa bawat salita, linya o stanza
Yakapin mo ang sarili **** ganda
Hindi mo kailangang patunayan ang sarili mo sa iba

Ako’y tanging nagbabasa lamang
Nagmamahal at nagsusuporta
Kung kakailanganin **** humiram ng ilang salita mula sa akin
Wag kang magdalawang-isip na ako’y kausapin
Alam kong balang-araw, malayo ang iyong mararating
Kung hindi ka naniniwala, magtiwala ka lamang sa akin
This was a poem I wrote for a friend's 18th birthday. The original title had her name on it but I tweaked it to make it more general. :>>
 Nov 2020 solEmn oaSis
Andy
A spark. A flame.
The crackling of fire on wood, whispering your name.
The fire inside me calling out.
Leaving no room for any doubt.
I am sure of what I want.

I want the world to remember me.
I want to live on in people's memory.
This makes me happy.
My heart was set aflame.
This isn't just a hobby.

If you sense my fire about to die out,
Would you grab a candle
To help keep my light?
At least, for another night.
I may be bound to a life of darkness, but it wouldn't hurt to try.
I've been losing motivation to write, but the  people who support me always keep the fire in me alive.
 Nov 2020 solEmn oaSis
Andy
Padayon
 Nov 2020 solEmn oaSis
Andy
Ilang buwang pumatak ang pawis at luha
Nagsunog ng kilay sa madaling umaga
Kumuha ng mga pagsusulit
Susi sa pagkamit ng mga pangarap

Sa tagal ng paghintay
Lumabas ang mga resulta
May natuwa sa tagumpay
At ibang binati ng lumbay

Hindi ko man alam ang eksaktong nararamdaman
Tiyak na hindi ito ang katapusan
Hindi ito hatol sa iyong kinabukasan
Malayo pa tayo sa dulo

Patuloy pa rin ang buhay
Iikot pa rin ang mundo
Na grabe kung ito'y mapaglaro
Ang tanging permanente ay pagbabago

Sa iyong paglakbay
Hindi maipapangakong
Makararating sa destinasyon nang walang galos
Ngunit hihilom din ang ano mang sugat

Hindi rin garantisadong laging may ilaw sa daan
Sa kalyeng lalakaran
Baka kailanganing mangapa ka sa dilim
Sa pag-abot ng mga tala

Alin mang landas ang piliing tahakin, pinangarap mo man o hindi
Naniniwala akong mahahanap din ng iyong mga paa
Ang landas patungo sa iyong destinasyon
Kung saan ika'y liligaya

Kung maligaw ka man ay 'wag mangamba
Mahahanap mo rin ang tamang direksyon
Mag-ingat ka sa iyong paglakbay, kaibigan
Padayon!
I wrote this a few weeks ago, on the night that UP (University of the Philippines) entrance exam results were released. On that night, plenty of dreams came true, but a lot of dreams were also crushed with disappointment. Regardless of where we study in college, I hope that we, students, keep moving forward. We are not defined by the university we are enrolled in, but what we learn and use in order to give back and serve our nation.
-for Easter, on a body appearing in the melting snow

You can see now...
you can breathe, freely:
nothing can touch you now.

     Cry, suffer, die ...for a brother
     - by brothers you may live.

Every person has his breaking point,
I turned to drugs to ease the pain.
Do look down on me, a mirror,
having you reborn, a man again.

     Innocent like a still-born child,
     faithful like a sleeping foetus,
     ready like a falling seed.

Today it's me,
tomorrow... you.
Let them sleep roughly now.

Stanza#1 quotes a woman who lives on the streets, lamenting her halfbrother who died of hypothermia while drinking alcohol in the freezing cold.
Stanza#2 is from a Canadian war cemetry in Europe (pro amicis mortui amicis vivimus - paraphrased)
Stanza#3 depicts death inside of us, while we live in good health.
Stanza#4 I would really like on my grave (wishful thinking of course).
Stanza#5 quotes the good old Roman hodie mihi, cras tibi.
-on a person's 20th birthday

When I turned twenty I couldn't wait,
so sure was I to change the world.
Exactly right were all my thoughts
I couldn't ever stop to state.

So I turned fourty while I built and built
on top of my precisely stated schemes.
My loved ones warned me for collapse
but I would never stop, in it to the hilt.

When I turned sixty, felt a faint crack,
not in my infallible buildings
but in my overstressed back.

Now that I am eighty years of age
I know the way to perfection:
the missing line in your design
opens your cage for the future page.
Hmm. 4 stanzas x 4 lines makes 16 lines. 1 line missing + 4 makes 5. And 5 times 4 makes a pretty girl's 20 years. I knew it worked somehow ;-)
In the dark I entered my home.

I came to see
if anything was left,
anything of you and me.

I didn't realize I was blind,
the darkness was in me.

Until your lips touched mine.
Another view on social distancing.
 Nov 2020 solEmn oaSis
REY
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 Nov 2020 solEmn oaSis
Diya
01.11.20
 Nov 2020 solEmn oaSis
Diya
Dear Luna,
It's been 457 days since I last wrote a letter for you. I know you've been through a lot. I've seen you trying to fix yourself yet failing each time. You tried your best to hide those tears from the world by burying your face into your  pillow but my darling,you can't hide them from me. Everytime you opened the bathroom door in the middle of the night, I knew you would break down again. The  strong person that the world sees would soon cry like a little baby and her world would shatter within seconds. There were days when you just wanted to curl up and die. Yes, your journal told me that. You're not okay and there's nothing wrong in accepting that.You'll surely bounce back stronger. You've came a long way. I've seen you grow a lil' better each day. You are trying to pick up the broken pieces of your heart and I belief your soul will heal gradually. Allow time to do the magic.You'll get there soon. I promise(even if I know how much you hate promises). Look outside, the sky looks a bit clearer, ain't it? Cheer up. The road seems to be rough and full of potholes that you might stumble and fall but you gotta stand up again. It's not about what waits for you on the other side. It's the climb that matters. You'll see the beauty in a wildflower again. You'll love your reflection on the mirror again.You'll discover the colours of a rainbow again.You'll learn to love life again. Just keep your ship sailing. The unseen harbour might be near, you never know!
Anyways, I should stop writing now. Just know dear, I'll be there with you always even if the world shuts the door on your face.I'll pick you up when you're getting down. You deserve everything. Keep shining. Now, smileeee:)
Love,
Luna.
Thanks for reading:)
A letter to oneself is the best self therapy. Try it, you'll feel better!
Not a poem, sorry:')
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