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You have been through a lot
I know,
The world hurts

But I need you to hold on
I have never
Had a friend like you

So please,
Hold on

If you leave
I may follow suit

Please,
You are great

You are amazing

You are wonderful

Hold on

You have done
Some things
That you aren't proud of

But it is okay
Do not be tempted
Hold on

Please
Please
Please

*Hold on
Please, hold on. I don't know if I could handle losing someone else
 May 2015 brian bernales
Pax

In poetry I unload to explode
To break free from all the dynamite
I usually kept hidden
My passive nature makes me resistant
to its pollutants.
Sometimes they’re more like landmines
Awaiting for someone
Who stomp the wrong buttons
Then detonate
And explode between my shouts
And cries.

In all honestly
No matter how resistant I am to become resilient
my core is too vulnerable to crumble
By a simple backslash of toxic tongues
And suddenly I fall in my knees to simply walk away
No battle is worth an effort
When you know it’s just pride
Battling himself.

The poem speaks for itself, but I just want to confirm yes, I tend to bottled-up my feelings. That is why sometimes I easily get depressed. I don’t speak-out a lot or just careful not to hurt anyone with my words. So in poetry I rant almost everything so that it will not eat me into depression.

Its hurts me when I look back, to those people who say mean things to me that I simply ignore because it’s not worthy to argue anymore, they tend to get stuck on their own opinion, too closed to have an open mind.
tulungan mo 'ko sayo ay muling magtiwala
wag mo na ko bigyan ng rason upang magduda,
hindi naman masama maging tapat diba?
hindi rin masama magmahal ng isa.

kung si Eba ginawa para lamang kay Adan,
si Adan ba ay ginawa para sa dalawang Eba?
nagkamali ba ang Diyos sa disenyo Nyang ginawa?
tulungan mo 'ko, sinta na sayo ay muling magtiwala.

sabi nga ni Chito Miranda,
"ang tiwala parang tsokolate"
pag natunaw na, di na mababalik
sa dati nitong itsura, sa dati nitong sarap.

*babalik ako sayo, hindi dahil bumalik ang tiwala ko
babalik ako sayo, dahil tumitibok pa ang puso ko
babalik ako sayo, sana tama ang pinili ko
babalik ako sayo, dahil pinili kong magtiwala ulit sayo.
this is me giving my second chance, to love again and to trust again :)
black coffee
6 a.m.
old garages
tomato sandwiches
toy planes still in the plastic

Margaritaville on casette tape
Sunday's are car dealership days
tabasco sauce on every dish
two-bite pinchers when we were kids  
every boy's name is Mitch
It came gently,
Like a leaf
undulating
after a gust of wind
breaks it loose.

An ebb and flow
As step by step
it became crystal clear
this long awaited tryst
Would not take place.

Like a delicate leaf
gracefully spiralling
to its resting place,
I took defeat in stride.
head high,
my pride not arrogance,
but an appropriate
Ladylike shield.

You were perfect..gentle
and a man.
That is, after all, why
though dry to the touch
I hold a flame to you still.

You placed me gently
on the bed
where other casualties
of love and fantasy
turn to dust
through time's
compassionate touch.

Yet hope I harbor
in my hardened veins still..
gentle like a hummingbird's heart beat,
pathetic as a defeated gambler,
that this affair will revive itself.  
That the let down,
final for now,
Is not forever.

Until then I heave a restful sigh
And bid you well, secret love.
farewell!  
farewell fragile, unharnessed dream.

Crunch!
Please bear with me as I try to dribble this scenario out! I felt it was getting sappy in the end, so I ended it with some humor. This is one of those real life events... But of course laced with just a dash of fantasy so I don't give too much away :)
 May 2015 brian bernales
IcySky
The worst part about being a writer or poet,
is the critics....
You're your own worst critic.
Take a breath and relax,
don't put yourself down.
teasing summer breeze
swirling in and out of leaves
pretty flowers blush
 May 2015 brian bernales
niamh
I will resurrect myself
from fractured hopes
and splintered dreams
 May 2015 brian bernales
elle
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 May 2015 brian bernales
elle
You held my hand
but just like that
*you were gone
The problem with me,
Is not my back,
But the fact that
I hate to see suffering

If I see someone in pain,
I do everything I can
To carry their burden

As I'm getting older however,
I've met too many people,
And carry too many problems

I was sure I could handle it
But I don't know if I can.
So I hope you are happier,
Back problems are worth it
To see you smile again

Just don't be suprised
If someday soon,
My spine
Simply
*Snaps
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