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In this world,
In this war
I am lower than a peasant
I am dust,
Subject to the chains and whips of
The Prince of the world,
The Father of lies
But by grace
Through faith
I will make him
Cringe in chills
As I ignore his temporary pleasures
Tremble violently
As I reject his broken promises
Scream out his lungs
As I remain on what is pure
Cower and hide
As I stand up for what is right
Fall to his knees
As I point his lies to the Truth
Then
I will wait,
Wait patiently, earnestly
For the King of the entire Creation
To deliver the final blow,
The finishing act
To return and banish
The Prince of the world
To his ultimate
Ruin
Defeat
Collapse
**Downfall
"I'm not like most girls",
so said every other girl.
Every morning
I swirl the letters in my cup of coffee
Every afternoon
I whisper the syllables to the gentle breeze
Every evening
I etch it as a constellation in the starry sky
Every night
I dream of the name dancing in my mind
Every day, every time
**"Alfonso"
My classmates would understand that this is one big situational irony haha!
Tayo na lagi na lang
Napag-iiwanan,
Nasa hulihan
Sa karahasan, katamaran
Nasa'n ang katapusan

Natutulog?
Hindi
Tayo ay gising na gising
Mulat ang mga mata sa katotohanan
Pero
Hanggang sa kasalukuyan
Nakahiga
Nakabaluktot
Nakahandusay
Sa kamang minantsahan
Ng mga patak ng dugo at luha at
Dinungisan
Ng mga apak ng mga dayuhan
Pati na rin ng mga tao sa sarili nating bayan

Kasi naman
Sino bang makakatulog dito
Sa lakas ng sigaw
Para sa tulong at hustisiya
Sa ingay ng iyak ni bunso
Para sa tatay na nawalay
Sa lagkit ng dumi
Na bumabalot sa pulitika
Sa baho ng amoy
Ng nabubulok na sistema

Ilang daang taon, nakahiga pa rin
Namanhid na ba tayo sa tagal ng panahon?
Nabulag sa yaman?
Nalasing sa kapangyarihan?
Nahilo sa ikot ng mundo?
O nawalan ng pag-asa na lang ba tayo?

Gising pero hindi pa rin nakabangon
Sa bayang hindi naman mangmang,
Wala lamang pakialam
I'm no Balagtas or Gloc-9 but here's my best shot at a poem in Filipino. More to come!
I find it funny how we always try
to cover up ourselves with the
smallest particles of powder
and colored dust

to change the pigments
of our natural skin tones and hues
that pride in the beauty marks
and dimpled cheeks

how we are enamored by the world
and what it tries so hard to be

but we don't even realize that we
have come from dust ourselves
we make up the fascinations

without even trying

the difference with us and the dust of the world
is that we were hand chosen
to be made into an image
from the Heavens
beautiful
random thought of the day
 Nov 2013 AngeloDLZ
Sofia Paderes
I hope you're in a place
where the windows are wide
and pearls dangle from the gates.

where the rivers run north
and the zephyrs' dance never ends
where there is no moon and no sun
because glory shines in their place.

where there is no beginning
and no end
only the promise of eternity
where the love lasts forever.

I'm glad you're not where I am,
because down here couldn't hold a candle
to where you are.

I'm just hoping that
you're in a place
where the windows are wide
and pearls dangle from the gates.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Everyone's making hello poetry
So I made one too because poopy

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I see a sign that says "Explicit?"
And now I'm thinking if I should click it

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I think roses can be pink too
And violets aren't blue how stu

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This is my first poem here
Potato.
I'm here in my mom's office
Bored within every crevice.
I turn on my lappy,
before I take a *****.

I open up my Chrome,
and I feel so at home,
excited to finally go
to the sites that will surely make me a hobo.

Tumblr
Twitter
and ask.fm
.

Ask.fm
I try to enter.
But you know what I see?
FREAKIN WEB FILTER.

I try to go on Twitter,
giddy as I enter.
But do you know what I see?
FREAKIN WEB FILTER.

So now I'm left with Tumblr,
the site is such a wonder,
Because I go wherever,
But there's never WEB FILTER.

And now I cry,
with tears of blood gone dry.
I cry
I cry.

I wanna go on ask,
coz to torment people there is my task.
But now I can't.
So I cry I cry I cry.

I wanna tweet,
and make people smell my feet.
To share with my followers my despair,
But WTH I'll just sit on my chair.

So now I'm left with Tumblr
and okay fine Hello Poetry.
And I dunno what to do with my life.
So I cry I cry I cry.
I AM SO BORED SOMEONE SAVE ME
 Nov 2013 AngeloDLZ
Sofia Paderes
Somewhere South they are burying
what's left of their three year old daughter, meanwhile
the fisherman hasn't found tools to mend his hut and his heart, and
there is a boy who doesn't understand what the
big white men do to him every night, but
he gets money out of it anyway.

I'd already bled oceans for them the night before.

Sometime between dawn and yesterday morning
they were swept away by torrents
I knew they would be.
I swore they would be, so
when I found their bodies by the broken road,
I didn't shed a single tear.

I'd already bled oceans for them the night before.

But now I rest in the thought that
You are cleansing this place.
The pain is immense, but if that's what it'll take
do what You must
just
cleanse this place.
Remember that waters cleanse. Typhoon Yolanda did not bring pure destruction. Our nation is undergoing cleaning up.
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