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AIA Feb 2016
Palalayain na kita Mahal.
Malaya ka na mula sa hawlang magkasabay nating binuo noong mga panahong ako pa ang kasama mo.
Palalayain na kita, mula sa mga ala-alang matagal ding nanahan sa aking isipan.
Nakulong.
Nakulong ako sa mga pangako **** akong lang. Ako lang ang mahal mo at wala ng iba.
Kinulong.
Kinulong ko ang sarili ko sa iyo. Sinarado ang pintuan ng puso upang walang makapasok na iba sapagkat ang tanging kagustuhan ko lamang ay tayong dalawa.
Ngunit tila ang pintuan ng iyong puso ay naiwang nakabukas dahilan kung bakit may nakapasok na iba.
Lumaban,
Lumaban ka ngunit sa huli ay sumuko ka rin.
Nilabanan ko ang lahat ng sakit para sa iyo sa kagustuhang maibalik ang dati sa atin resulta ng pagkakakulong mo sa puso kong punong puno ng sakit at pait.
Pinapalaya na kita dahil sa bawat araw na wala ka sa aking tabi kahit sa aking ang iyong pag uwi ay ramdam kong ayaw mo na. Hindi ka na masaya. Matagal rin akong nanahimik kahit masakit.
Pero, huli na ito.
Tama na.
Nasasaktan ka na.
Pero mas nasasaktan mo na ako.
Hindi ko na kaya.
Sobra na.
Sobra na ang sakit ng ginawa **** pag papalaya sa mga pangako **** parang ibon mo lang ay kung paliparin.
Ayoko na. Masakit na.
Kaya Mahal, palalayain na kita. Hindi dahil hindi kita mahal, kundi  kailangan kong mahalin ang sarili ko dahil ubos na ubos na ako.
Mahal na mahal kita, pero tama na. Ang sakit sakit na.
Malaya ka na.
First time ko gumawa ng tagalaog na tula. Kaya libre lait. hahaha!
  Feb 2016 AIA
Everlasting
Would you be THE one
My star, so bright, so far
Up high, above the sky,
Just shining through the dark
For me to see at night?

Would you be the one,
The guide I yearned to have
The one that lights the path
towards Jesus Christ?

Jan 2016.
  Feb 2016 AIA
Rose Cornicelli
i learned to love
i learned to die
i never learned to say goodbye
i learned to walk
i learn to run
i seem to have found a gun
i have no practice
i know im not sane
but im aiming for my brain
  Feb 2016 AIA
Nikki C
when i am numb
i remember the poem
you wrote me on my birthday
i'd never felt like anyone cared enough
to write sonnets in my name
poetry from their veins
anyone but you
everyone but you
cried the night i died
sang at the service
buried memories with ashes
from the cigarettes lit
with the same fire
that used to light my soul
now i lay in the dark
and i listen to wind
whisper fragments of
what i think was your name
i still remember
the day you told me
you were leaving
i didn't listen
to the name you called me
only the way you spoke it
like the only way
to get rid of me
was to spit poison
into my mouth
yet somehow
the burn in my throat was better
than the one you left in my chest
it was like coughing up dirt
from the seeds you planted
but forgot to water
forgot to think about
do you think about me
when you're alone
when you can't sleep
when you listen to
your favorite song
i often wonder
if i was one of your vinyls
did you spin me until
the scratches and pops
were too much to bare
until i became
another broken record
i often wonder
if you even remember
as you searched for a fire
to cover the smoke
from the last cigarette
you flicked ashes from
to burry the memory
of not my name
but the way you spoke it
... why does this hurt so much?
AIA Feb 2016
It was the last ache,
It was the last cry,
the last teardrop,
the last love.
It was the last pain that I will feel.
the feeling's gone.
Or so I thought.
I just thought it was the last night that I will feel the pain.
AIA Feb 2016
Tonight, the moon and stars are so bright.
Tonight, I remember the love we built one night.
The beginning of heart breaks. #ER.
AIA Feb 2016
What's hurt the most is we used to be so close
then,
suddenly we were back to being  strangers.
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