Sila na nagkasala
Sila pa ang galit
Kahit ikaw sana tong nabahala
Dahil ikaw ay pinagpalit

Dating tiwala ay sinira
Nung kabit ay kanyang tinira
Tapos ngayong nahuli
Parang ikaw pa ang may mali

Kesyo, bat ka raw nag eskandalo
Sa harap pa ng pamilya
Ng kinakasama
Ng ASAWA Mo

Siya pa ngayon ang galit
Kasi ikaw daw ay nagbitaw ng mga salitang mapanakit
Di ka naman daw sana ganyan dati
Dahil dati kaw daw ay mabait

Pero di ba nya mapagtanto
Kung bakit ikaw ay nagkaganto
Dahil sa labis na pangagago
Na dinulot ng sariling asawa mo

I used to write sad poems
Because that was me then.
I was unhappy
Unhappy because I was me.
I did not liked my reality
But that was then,
Back when

Back when
The dominant emotion was blue
Graduation was long overdue
Did not know if my feelings where valid and true
Waiting for someone new

Someone to sweep me off my feet,
Someone to take me away,
Someone to expel all the misery
Someone to understand me

But behold,
Months passed, no one came,
I was stuck, with the me
Who hated me
Thus I wrote all my feelings
Let it flow thru poetry
Hurt my self not physically
But with all the words
Using my poetry

Though my vocabulary was limted
With every like given,
I felt wanted
So I poured all my feelings into poetry
Thru my words, I've shared every piece of me,
But when I got it all out, suddenly I felt empty
Were all that emotions defined me
Now, who is the real me???

Fast forward years later.
To the last question, I still don't know the answer.

But the thing I can say
I used to write sad poems
And its actually here to stay

Di ko mawari kung bakit mas masakit
Ang mga katagang "mataba kana"
Pag sa bibig mo galing ay mapait
Gusto ko lang sana'y madama
Na sayo ako'y may halaga
Ngunit imbes na matatamis na salita aking madinig
Ang pagtaba ko lang iyong bukambibig
Kung sa ibang tao ay kayang palampasin
Pero pag ikaw ang nagbitiw,
Kaya akong inisin

Oo, maari
Sa timbang akoy nadagdagan
Aba'y sa quarantine nga naman
Oras di mo na malaman
Minsan di mo na nga namamalayan,
Dalawang beses kana palang nag hapunan.

Pero kasalanan ba talagang maituturing
Ang makailang beses kong pagkain?
Eh sa may kaya kaming ihain
Afford po namin
Ang ilang beses na mag saing

Mas pinipili ko kasi magluto
Kasi la pa ako lakas ng loob mag TikTok

Lalo pa ngayon nasabihang mataba
Aba aba
Hampasin ko yang pangit **** baba

Pero joke lang kasi mahal kita, kahit na bash moko miss pa rin kita
Kaya hayaan mo ako magtampo ng konti
Bukas baka humpa na ang inis
Kasi di kita matiis
Ikaw ay aking miss

Likes are good
Love is great
But Feedback is the best

Like is sweet
Love is hot and spicy
Feedback is umami
Something like tasting MSG
Be it good or bad, I still want it
I can never be full
I am always hungry

Satiate my hunger
Let me taste that
Give me what I want
Yes I want that

Gusto kong magmahal
Pero takot akong masaktan
Takot akong masaktan
Kasi baka hindi ko kayang bumangon
Kasi kapag di ako agad nakabangon
Takot akong maiwan
Maiwanan ng panahaon
At sa aking paglingon
Walang saki'y humihintay
Walang saki'y tutulong
Kaya takot akong magmahal
Pero gusto ko

I can only remember
to cherish it when it's gone
I can only remember
how I loved it when it's lost

When you read a story
and it ends short
you are left hanging
you are disappointed

When you read a story
and it ends long
even the problems has been resolved
you are still disappointed

you've already lived through the story
every main character is a friend
every nemesis is an enemy of your own
you wanted to see every characters story
but your time is not enough
the story has been too long
it must end

stories
even when short or prolonged
endings
even when hanging or solved
still leaves a sad longing
at the end

I dont give a ****
I dont give a ****
I didn't really wanted to have that
I didn't even liked that person
Nevermind me

These are the words I say to hide my weak self
I don't want to claim anything
For I am always afraid
Afraid to love
and to lose that love
Afraid to want
and never getting it
Afraid to chose
and at the end not to be chosen

I don't attach myself to anything
To not get hurt
At the end no one did hurt me
But still
Yes, I am not hurt
But I am lonely

My mind isn't a one way track
The weak train who is now almost giving up
From the back and forth ride
Decisions are made only after
Thinking about it a 100 times
After my actions are done
I think about it a 100 times more

The weak train who is now almost giving up
The train wants to stop
The train wants to rest

The train doesn't know itself
The train asks if he is indeed a train
The train thinks he is no longer a train
but a pendulum
from those thoughts always swinging back and forth

The doctor says thinking hardly is a good thing
Inorder to come up with a good decision
But doctor
what you dont know is
the train still hasnt made a decision
it's mind is still full of question
running back and forth
till now, it still hasn't reached its destination

Reality is what separates the real me and what you see
Reality is what we call it
but how come we can never be real in this world we call reality?
In order to survive reality
we must change, conform to the standards set by this "reality"
we must hide the "real" us. Lock it up inside the box we call the mind
The real me only now exist in an imaginary world made by my mind
Facing reality another persona is created
A fake who lives in Reality
Someone who is kind hearted and good.
Always pleasing people.
Praisng the one's higher in heirarchy.
Never forgets good manners
Always says thank you
when the "me" inside my mind just shouts out
"*******"

Reality is what separates the real me and what you see

The roaring of the sky has stopped
The flames of war have died
Enemies are gone
Soldiers have been lost
But the people remembers


Fragments of war are never beautiful
Memories of war are painful
Things lost to war are always sorrowful
But they must all be remembered
For the sake of the people who could never return
For the sake of the people who has lost the home to go back to
For the sake of a country who lost their citizen, be it friend or foe
for the sake of the mother who weeps for her family
Her children have different views and one must die for one to live


The roaring of the sky has stopped
The flames of war have died
Enemies are gone
Soldiers have been lost
But the people remembers

Eating meals together
Sharing the same drink
Buying the same things
Walking home together
are you are friend or a lover?
whatever, whoever you are
The times spent with you were always beautiful

Clumsy mistakes that brings forth
Laughter that could reach the heavens
The times spent with you were always beautiful

Consolation by your kind words
Comfort upon your shoulders
The times spent with you were always beautiful

Beauty fades
Washed away by the river of time
Brings forth my friend's betrayal

Innocence fleeting like dreams
The memory of you brings forth sorrows
The pure feeling with you will never return
The times spent with you are still beautiful
Beautiful
and
Painful

dark skies
tears of heaven
sorrow of the gods
fill up the air
but under your shade
everything is brighter

The flames have died,
the candles are spent.
The flowers have wilted,
but the tears hasn't stopped.
Today,
The wind blows in a different direction
time had past
but the tears just wont dry.

Waking up to the chirps of love birds
Breathing in the sweetness in the morning air
The bulb in my head lights up
"yah, it's the day for love"
So I exhaled my breaths of bitterness
ARRghh, the stench..
My breath was stinkin' of jealousy

My back was tellin me not to get up
But too bad, I already fell to the trap
Set by my stomach that has been growling
For food it was asking

I spent the whole day normally
In my bed, horizontally
Skimming through the channels on the TV
till night came and someone called me

I received flowers and hearts
and I realized
I shouldn't have been jealous of others
for all this time
I realized now
That stuff like this actually bothers me
and it burdens me
Specially coming from someone who likes me
But someone I would not like to see

Depression
she was a fighter, I admit
Several knights have fallen to a defeat
Cast down to an eternal pit
of negativity that she submits

Confidence, Self-worth, Joy
are few of the heroes that have first fallen
Followed by logic, intelligence, pride and sense
Until little by little she was winning

The top of the tower she was conquering

then the tower was slowly changing
cue in isolation and self condemnation

But oh boy
when she thought she had finally won
when she thought the war was finally over
Awakens my last remaining fighter
that was once in a slumber
the last remaining member of the knights order
and she is up to bring back the tower's lost order!

Shall I call this knight HOPE
small and fragile as she seems,
but boy she was so dope

Everytime depression knocks her down
HOPE would break and scatter all around
But dont get me wrong, hope was not losing
coz this is her type of fighting
and by this she was actually winning

Her scattered pieces that trailed every corner
Shone brightly even at the pits of negativity
The light became a guide
A path that let out her comrades from the pit

Now everything in the tower was shining
Even the petty and dark depression was submitting

For darkness can never win over light
Thus mark depression's era as over
I killed her
or I may have not
but

Let me tell you of who I killed
Just to maintain the order inside this tower

A petty and dark person once lurked
At the deepest and darkest corner of my core
Uhm, I mean the tower's core

That petty and dark person,
shall we call her as depression
Tried to climb at the top of the tower
and attempted to break the order

She bounded my heart.. I mean the core with chains
Wants to climb on top, embed my brains
with thought of self infliction and suicide
She really wants to see someone die
and oh yes she did
because yes she died

I killed her
Coz no one can mess with the tower's order

And the story goes like this
I have then ordered for the order of nights to **** her
once she gets on top and touches the border
her life would soon be over

But she was a fighter, I admit
Several knights have fallen to a defeat
Cast down to an eternal pit
of negativity that she submits

Confidence, Self-worth, Joy
are few of the heroes that have first fallen
Followed by logic, intelligence, pride and sense
Until little by little she was winning

The top of the tower she was conquering

then the tower was slowly changing
cue in isolation and self condemnation

But oh boy
when she thought she had finally won
when she thought the war was finally over
Awakens my last remaining fighter
that was once in a slumber
the last remaining member of the knights order
and she is up to bring back the tower's lost order!

Shall I call this knight HOPE
small and fragile as she seems,
but boy she was so dope

Everytime depression knocks her down
HOPE would break and scatter all around
But dont get me wrong, hope was not losing
coz this is her type of fighting
and by this she was actually winning

Her scatted pieces that trailed every corner
Shone brightly even at the pits of negativity
The light became a guide
A path that let out her comrades from the pit

Now everything in the tower was shining
Even the petty and dark depression was submitting

For darkness can never win over light
Thus mark depression's era as over
I killed her
or I may have not

maybe she will be back
but let me tell her this
Let me tell you this
I have a great fighter
and once she is still alive
It will never be over
I will keep fighting whoever want to take over my tower
Coz if the light of hope is still there
my life, I will never let it be over

If you every try to bring chaos
To the top of my tower, I will ****
You with everything I've got
For no one can stop me but
let me remind you for I am serious
If you try to challenge me just coz you're curious
Stop now, for I can ****
I have killed
and still I will
if you try to bring chaos to the top of my tower

I will bring out my power
To bring back the order

A step forward, a hundred back
with these type of flow, can I turn it back?
The time I spent wastin'
on all the things that amounted to nothin'

If given the chance to redo everything
Would I be able to make the right choices?
or Will I end up being with the current me?

would walking down that path again
also amount to nothing?
or will it bear fruit to something?

Something that might give hope to the me
who felt like I have lost sight of what's in it for me

I lost my voice to hear the music
This is what they say, back to basic
Or am I just actually sick?
I lost my voice, now all that is left is the music.

I was loved but never cared for
I was adored but never maintained by
I was touched but never really played

And when his love has moved on to another
What once was adored, now left in the corner
Can I ever play a melody, how I wonder

Peace shouldn't be kept
But spread

Those monsters
Hiding behind their carefully ironed suits
They hold peace in their hands
Peace chained by their greed
Their so called peace
That could only be enjoyed by the few
That survived the war
On the right side of the border

But is that really peace?

When on the other side
The side that lost

A child is crying
Because his father is missing
His mother is dying
His sister is itching
Because of a disease that was spreading
From the rotten bodies
That laid across their country
The country that lost
In the war called
Peace keeping

Why must peace be kept
Those monsters keep strangling peace in their hands

Peace shouldn't be kept
But spread

His existence was like that for me
He killed the heroine's father
He snatched the throne form its rightful owner
He ordered to **** the girl that loved him

But even after all that
He was someone I could not hate
I couldn't bring myself to be angry at him

Instead I pitied him
He was looking much further ahead
That he did notsee the misery that surrounded him

He thought he could make everything better
By getting his hands *****
Covered by blood
He thought he'd done something for the kingdom

But
He was alone
His friend betrayed him
To save the princess

The only people he cherished
Left him for the princess

He is an enemy
My enemy
For Iam the heroine
I am the princess

He is my enemy
But I could not hate him
For I am the girl
That loves him

Guilt*
It consumes me

I fornicated with sin
That bore fruit
To A child called Guilt

In my stomach it grows
It consumes me
Slowly
Ever so slowly
Eating a piece of me

I tried to erase
The evidence of sin

Five months
It took five months
To cut it open
Sliced through flesh
Amidst the blood that drowned
Guilt was out in the open

Guilt with crying
Trying to understand what was happening
An entire new world was before him

I thought I could erase it
The evidence of sin

But guilt was smiling on me
I could not dare bury

My guilt

I could not

So I decided
To forever live with *Guilt

Peace minus one
Is no peace at all

For peace for everyone except one
Is not peace at all

That kind of peace
Is nothing but a delusion
For people who want to
Live in that illusion
That peace can be kept
Even if not everyone is in unison

Open your eyes and see
That the real world is not perfect as you thought it would be

People are dying
Children are crying
While
Polit^cians are eating
The fruits of their farming
The kind of farming
Called peace keeping

They fight
In the name of peace
They conquer
For the promise of a better future
A peaceful world

If we continue the fight called peace keeping
Then we would attain peace
Coz there be none left to fight

No one will survive
The peace keeping fight

For peace can never be achieved
For peace would always be
Peace minus one

Unless
There would be no one.

Beautiful is the world
But I don't have a single word
that can all describe how
I am feeling right now

Dynamic could be
the right word for me
I feel up and I feel down
At times I smile
At times I frown

Chaos could also represent
the feelings that was meant
to be hidden and locked away
But now shown everyday

Unknown is a word
for adding mystery
To a story that could end up happily
or in misery

I could be dynamic
Everything around me could be chaotic
But the future is unknown

so it's up to me to go on
and find an answer to the unknown
will it end up happily? or in misery?

But all I can say right now

Beautiful is the world
But I don't have a single word
To explain the flow of this poem

Beautiful is the world
And I don't have a single word
to name this poem

So just like our future
Let this poem be *unknown

Why is it that evrytime I am trying
To study for my exams, to prevent me from failing
I often find my self just staring
To the ceiling that once was nothing but plain boring
But after studying, the ceiling becomes more interesting
Tell me what is it with studying, that makes everything
Interesting
Well everything, except for studying...

I often look at the ground wishing to see the world
But only to find myself, staring at dirt
I often look at the sky wishing to see the world
But only to find myself, staring at none
I look around, what ever surrounds,
But all I see are the walls that have trapped me

But then I see you with me
You looked at me, and as I looked back
I saw in your eyes,
the real world that was just infront of me

In this age where almost everything is in digital
Social networking sites that could be detrimental


Here in my bed i am lying
With one hand on my phone that keeps scrolling
Even while knowing
Time I keep on wasting

Still, i cant stop from scrolling.

When depression strikes,
A door for poetry opens.

The door that lets out the misery
The pain that keep hurting me
In turn invites public sympathy
By posting some of these poetry

Poetry that grew, from the feelings I have taken out.
Poetry that nourished, from the tears that I have shed
Poetry that would die down as times passes by.

And what I hope for,
Is when the leaves of my peotry starts to fall to the ground
My heart would be healed from the pain that once surround.

Let me **** myself in poetry
The suicide thoughts that keeps haunting me
The misery that keeps drowning me
I will let it all out in this piece of poetry

I am starting to hate myself
I know I have the ability, for what it's worth
But I keep stumbling and falling
All by myself

I feel sorry to my parents
For they have provided me everything they could give
I feel sorry to God
For I know he had blessed me with so much more than I am worth

I know killing isn't the solution
But

I hate myself That I want to hurt it
Inflict pain and **** it.

But I know a lot of people still loves me
Caring and is waiting for me

So to let out my anger
Let me **** myself in this poetry
Yes, with this poem I have died.

I have killed myself in poetry,

Now I shall go back stronger, to face my reality.

I feel so *****, I feel so tired
At times too, I feel so empty and uninspired.

This time too. I feel so *****, coz i am
I cannot wash away that dirt that covers me
Thus let me just rest, and say goodbye.

Dati akala ko masakit ang umasa,
pero napagtanto ko na mas masaya ang umasa
Kasi atleast sa utak mo sinasabi mo na pwede pa
Sa bawat sandali na kapiling mo xa, natutuwa kana
Kahit konting kasweetan, bininigyan na ng halaga
Kaya masasabi kong ang umasa, ay masaya pala talaga

pero kailan ba nagiging masakit ang umasa?
kailan ba nagiging mapait ang nadarama?

Ito ay kung nagsimula kana sa pagdududa
Na sa totoo ay ang pwede, ay di pala
Ito ay kung tumigil kana sa pag-asa
at nasabi **** tama na
kasi ayaw mo na
at susuko kana

Saka mo palang madarama ang sakit
at panghihinayang sa oras na ginugol mo
at inaksaya mo sa pag-aasa
na hindi rin pala nagbunga.

Ang iba galit sa mga paasa,
pero minsan din ay naaiingit ako sa kanila,
kasi masasabi ko meron din namang panahon na naging masaya sila
sa pag-asa na pwede pa,
kesa sa nagsisimula palang
pero ayun, binara na.