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cv Jun 2015
scream
  loudly.
     fill this world—this void
with your colors.

raise your head up high,
    chin up.
never forget—
       nonetheless, forgive.

          let the wild beating of your heart
 run and dance with this stuffy atmosphere.

let it all be free.
for the philippines.
mabuhay ang pilipinas!
(why is it so quiet. raise your voice, philippines! laksan niyo!)

edit: i didn't mean the marcos family here **** they can go **** my nonexistent ****
cv Jun 2015
a foreign flag hanging overhead.
deaths of many soldiers.
darkness looming on a seemingly sunny day.
freedom—close enough to touch, but not to taste.

closing her eyes,
an old, weary grandmother sighs.

and blows the candles.
it doesn't matter
whether the philippines had their true independence on the fourth of july or not.
it is authentically on the twelfth of june—by which the true passion of the filipinos fought for their freedom, truly and wholeheartedly.

happy 117th birthday, my motherland.

(this was supposed to be happy, what happened.)
  Jun 2015 cv
Sjr1000
When your mind is shattered
Your eyes are blinded
There is pain everywhere
you go
Don't give up and
Don't give in

When the wheel of fortune
is stuck at 6
No hope remains
Don't give up
Don't give in
Noon will be coming around
again

When loneliness is
your only friend
and
it keeps calling you names
Don't give up
and
Don't give in

There are times
when life is
ablaze with horrors
but
Don't give up
and Don't give in

Those that survive
are those that find meaning
those that passively
take to their bed
are bound
to
perish
Don't give up
Don't give in

When the law's
got your name
and no payment can be
made
and
you have to go
along with their plans
that have been laid,
Inside, where you hide
Don't give up and
Don't give in.

Time only stops
once
Don't give up
Don't give in.
cv May 2015
pure, white walls
stare back
at the figure
trying to stand up
on their own two feet.

said person staggers
and breathes
into the deafening silence.
cv May 2015
you look below
and see the ****** mess
that was your friend.

the fifty-meter distance from the ground
teases you.

and lures you down.
oops.
cv May 2015
how do
people
go
insane?

they say
they drown in it.
isn't it more like,
suffocating?

you either choose
to stop breathing,
and the drive to
control yourself
will get to you,
andor
you just
run out of
air to breathe.
going out of my mind.
cv May 2015
as some people have said,
everyone wants to be the flower,
but someone has to fill the role of its vase.

and it's all ridiculous,
because why be either
when you can be
yourself?
metaphors may sometime ****. just be you.
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