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 Sep 2017 XIII
Eleanor Rigby
he wrote about
her and
made her
immortal.


-- Eleanor
 Sep 2017 XIII
leeannejjang
Handa
 Sep 2017 XIII
leeannejjang
Ilan taon na din ang nakaraan
Noong huli tayong nagmahalan.

Mga batang sabik magmahalan
Kahit ayaw ng magulang.

Naaalala ko yung mga lihim natin
Paghawak kamay sa silid aralan.

Mga tinginan kasing tamis ng candy.
Sulat na punong puno ng pagmamahalan.

Ngunit kung gaano kabilis ang atin pagmamahalan,
Ganoon din kabilis ang katapusan.

Ilang taon na din ang nagdaan,
Naaalala mo pa ba ang ating nakaraan?

Sa ating muling pagkikita,
Ang mga puso'y sugatan.

Takot magmahal dahil sa sugat na
Iniwan ng iba.

Handa na ba tayong suungin ang
Pag-iibigan naudlot?

Handa na ba tayong ipaglaban ang pagmamahalan ito?

Andito lang ako maghihintay sa sagot mo.
Sorry for the hugot. ♡
 Mar 2017 XIII
leeannejjang
Winter
 Mar 2017 XIII
leeannejjang
We silently intertwined our hands,
You from the south,
I'm from the north.

It's summer when we meet.
Were dasies sways with the wind.
You are me.
And I am you.

But, when winter came
You left like a blizzard.
All is left is nothingness.
Colors fade and turn to white.
#poem
 Jan 2017 XIII
Heliza Rose
Untitled
 Jan 2017 XIII
Heliza Rose
Your lies were pregnant
They gave birth to false dreams
And now here I am,
A grandmother to broken promises
 Aug 2016 XIII
iya
My heart
 Aug 2016 XIII
iya
He makes me smile when he smiles
He makes me sad when he is sad
He makes me excited when he is excited
He makes my heart flutters when he calls my name

He talks a lot and I only listen
He lectures a lot and I only nod
He goes around and I only follow
He holds my hand and I only smile

Thinking of him makes me happy
Thinking of his love makes me feel loved
Thinking that he is waiting for me
I will only say, this is my heart.
*His Heart*
 Jul 2016 XIII
yzel
Fall
 Jul 2016 XIII
yzel
"I don't want to fall..
but I can't stop myself from falling either"
- Tears
Made while at the train station  with a heavy rain and thunder storm  
 Jun 2016 XIII
ryn
On the Mend
 Jun 2016 XIII
ryn
.

How do we mend wavering pedestals...
When the ground beneath is parched dry.
Stemming off loose foundations that time had weathered wry.

How do we mend broken gazes...
When watchful eyes which were meant to see,
are blinded by the onslaught of half-truths and fallacy.

How do we mend burnt bridges...
When we never look back to trace heavy missteps.
We fail to admit to consciously springing obvious traps.

How do I mend ailing hearts...
When familiar corridors seem warped to a bend.
When my own is struggling and perpetually on the mend.
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