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 May 2017
J
Nakapag sulat na ako ng maraming tula,
Tulang para sa iba ngunit para sakanya’y wala,
Ang taong ini-alay ang buhay para lang sakin,
Na minsa’y dinadaanan ko lang na parang hangin.

Nakakalimutan na siya ang dahilan kaya ako’y buhay,
Buong buhay niya ang kanyang ibinigay,
Mga panahong ako’y nagpapakasaya,
Habang siya’y nasa bahay nag-aalala.

Ang oras at panahon ay napupunta sa iba,
Ngunit sakanya ang mga ito ay para lang sa mga anak niya,
Hindi mapakali dahil iniisip ang susunod na alis,
Hindi ko namamalayan na sa aking pag-alis may isang taong nangungulila sakin ng labis.

Inaantay ang aking pag balik mula sa eskwela,
Ngunit sa aking pag dating hindi ko manlang siya makamusta,
May mga oras na hindi nagkakaintindihan,
Subalit sa huli ikaw ay kanyang pinapatahan.

Mahal kong ina gusto ko iyong madama,
Ang tulang ito ang magsisilbing paalala,
Madami mang problema at tampuhan,
Sa huli ikaw parin ang mahal kong **ilaw ng tahanan
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!! I love you Mommy
 Aug 2016
Traveler
I dreamed about love
so deep I cried

So beautiful and unattainable
Yet still I tried

I tried to hold on
As long as I could

Yet my dreams are so often
Misunderstood...
 Jul 2016
Sakshi Babar
If you fall in love with a writer
Be prepared for heartbreak.
Those writers, they are hopeless romantic.
They love, not just with heart
But body, and soul; They love
With their words, and all things old.
And yet, they do not know often
How to use those words, unless through a pen.
Their silence will hurt you
Not once, but over and over again.

If you fall in love with a writer
There is no happily ever after.
They'll push and pull away from you
Those writers, they'll run and hide.
Then write about you, for you, only you
And arise; But it's a vicious cycle
And you cannot get by.
For some writers do not know happy,
For others, ever after is a myth.
They know their hearts, but not their minds,
I apologize but it is the bitter truth.

If you fall in love with a writer
Be ready to live forever.
You become their only words
And their words become only you.
Pages after pages of them inked
Maybe, a spoken few.
Whether you will it or not
You're their only truth, all else is a lie.
Because as the saying goes -
*"If a writer falls in love with you,
You can never die."
 May 2016
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
 May 2016
GaryFairy
i have said enough prayers
so i'm done praying
no one really hears
or cares what i'm saying

i have fought enough fears
now i'm done fighting
all the wasted years
wrongs not worth righting

i've had enough regrets
no more ***** for giving
the heart never forgets
but i must go on living
 Mar 2016
madrid
Para sa ulap na di ko maabot
Para sa pasang di magamot-gamot
Para sa halik na di malilimutan
Para sa akalang hanggang akala nalang

Para sa ibong di makalipad
Para sa pangarap na di ko matupad
Para sa bukas na di ko na masilayan
Para sa ating hanggang ikaw at ako nalang

Para sa bagyong di matapos-tapos
Para sa hawak na nagmumukhang gapos
Para sa panaginip na di ko mabitawan
Para sa sanang hanggang sana nalang
This one's for you.
 Feb 2016
Timothy Ward
the sun will
kiss the earth
each day
and soon
these dashing lines
of youth
hard charcoal, pen and ink
dancing, arousing
the parchment
shall also fade
portraits ought to
be lived
not
preserved
This began as an exercise in Architecture Design class. We each had to do a self portrait and design a space for ourselves for the rest of our life! One space! Very introspective n mind altering exercise!
There're endless ways to write
give vent to a joy or to pain
heavy stuff or childly light
sunshine or broken sky's rain.

It depends on the day the mood
good times or bad on the way
shapes the words your attitude
color them the way you want to say.

Endless are the ways to fill the page
rhythm and structure and rhyme
clear as daylight or a maze
depends how you're treated by the time.

You choose from the collage endless
words that may sadden entertain
when broken you may choose to show a face
that by lighting smiles lessens your pain.
 Oct 2015
Hanna Mae Mata
And if in the end
he happens
to break your heart
thank him
for giving you
something
to write about.
 Oct 2015
NV
01:52 am
have you ever asked yourself like why you so lonely?*

01:53 am
or empty?

that maybe you give too much of your essence to people and never leave any of you for yourself

01:55 am
i know i do

02:05 am
and like that's maybe why i get so attached to humans

because in them,
i find myself


02:07 am
i need to change, because things shouldn't be this way

02:10 am
but it's hard sometimes you know, when most days you don't leave the house because you feel unworthy of the space you take up

02:16 am
so you'd much rather disintegrate into soil because you've become all too familiar with people stepping over you and admiring the outcome of your beauty but never the roots of your pain

02:19 am
i spend so much effort watering people in order for them to grow and hardly get enough sun shine to feed my own soul

02:25 am*
because i don't know how to do anything else but care for everyone but myself
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