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 Apr 2017
Crissel Famorcan
Buwan ng puso nung una kitang makilala
Chinat mo ako at nireplayan naman kita
Hanggang sa araw-araw, tuwing umaga
Kausap na kita bago pumasok sa eskuwela
Simula nun di ko na natiis na hindi mag-facebook
Imbis na inaatupag ko dapat yung aking mga textbook
Hanggang sa one day, naramdaman ko na merong kakaiba
Then narealize ko nalang---shet !  gusto na kita
Dun ko nabigyan ng kasagutan
Lahat ng nasa isip kong mga katanungan
Kung bakit kapag nakikita ka
Gusto kong lumundag sa saya
Sa tuwing kausap kita
May kakaiba akong nadarama
At kung bakit nga ba?
Madalas,
oo madalas
na naiisip kita.
Kaya tinago ko lahat sa yo
At palihim  na sumisilay sa labas ng room nyo
Pero ng malaman mo lahat ng to
Parang gumuho ang mundo ko
Oo gumuho ang mundo ko!
Hindi ko alam kung ano ang gagawin
Mananahimik na lang ba o aamin?
Kaya mas pinili ko nalang na sabihin.
Pero shet! yun yung masakit sa damdamin
New year's eve pa nun nung sinabi mo sakin
May gusto kang iba
Ang masaklap dun?
Yung BESTFRIEND ko pa
Yung bagong taon imbis na bagong buhay
Sinalubong ako ng sama ng loob at mga lumbay
Dun ko na realize na ang tanga ko
Para mahulog ako sa isang kagaya mo
Kung gusto mo sya, ano pa bang laban ko?
Sa mga ganyang bagay, kelan ba ko nanalo?
Hanggang ngayon, alam mo ba?
Nag sisisi pa rin ako
Kung bakit hinayaan kong mafall ako sayo
Kaya maalas kapag nagkakasalubong tayo
Umiiwas agad ako.
Umiiwas ako.
Kasi feeling ko
awkward na masyado
Kaya nga siguro madalas **** tinatanong sakin
Kung bakit di kita pinapansin
Sorry pero ayoko nang isipin pa
Ayoko nang umasa pa
Na pagdating ng panahon
may tayong dalawa pa
Pero alam mo ba?
Alam mo bang gusto kobg sabihin na
kamusta ka?
Okay ka lang ba?
Sana maayos ka.
Kumain ka na ba?
Wag kang magpapagutom huh?
Maayos ba tulog mo kagabi?
Hinihiling ko yan araw-araw, gabi-gabi
Pero hanggang dun lang ako.
Hanggang dun lang ako
Kasi nga diba?
Nakuha na ng iba
Yung susi ng puso mo
Kaya hanggang hiling nalang ako.
Hanggang hiling nalang ako
Na sana isang araw,
kumustahin mo rin ako.
Sana isang araw,
alamin mo kung kumain na ba ako
O kung naging maayos ba ang tulog ko.
Sana
kahit minsan
maisip mo rin ako.
Hindi na yung sya nalang lagi yung nasa utak mo!!
Sana isang araw maramdaman mo
Na may isang taong nandito lang lagi para sayo.
Handang maging takbuhan mo,
Hangdang maging karamay sa bawat problema mo.
Sana isang araw,
malaman mo,
Na may isang taong
nagmamahal sa yo,
Kahit na iba yung laman ng puso mo.
Sana malaman mo na nandito lang ako .
Maghihintay sayo.
Handang magsakripisyo kung kailangan mo.
Kahit na kaibigan lang yung turing mo.
Masakit man pero Kailangang tanggapin ko.
Kasi nga diba! ONE SIDED LOVE  lang naman
Ang love story na to.
 Apr 2017
beth fwoah dream
he is gone....

night's dark
shadows flit
and shake,
shadow breezes
sing of past
love,

when i kissed him
our love was a bowl
of exquisite rose,

lust ripped at our
bones sunk into
them like a gold
sun's bloom,

my heart remembers
him like a grey ghost
of the past,

worn and unholy,

my love for him
is still a whisper
in the grass,

my love for him,
and only him,
is water and fire,

fire of ghosts that
melt with love,

water of love that
drowns in pools of
steel

for what is forgotten

reaching down to catch
an invisible hand

i am an acrobat
remembering heaven
and love,

a leaf on the winding
wind, incredibly brittle,

for these nettles
i walked in still
sting as i sigh
for his name....
 Apr 2017
Sarita Aditya Verma
Right from the Time of birth
The sounds of people around
The beauty in the nature
All sorts of things around
Inspire Us .
Shaping Us into Who we become.



One person who truly inspires Me

My 91 year old Grand Mother -in- Law
Ex - Principal of Junior Girls College

A Lady of Grit and Grace
Disciplined Organised and Prompt
She Never misses a Birthday Anniversary or any  Special Day
of anyone in the Family
Reminders , none on the  phone
Her Memory , 'As fit as a fiddle '

Still wants to partake of the daily household chores..

One person in the family , whom everyone wants to Emulate and Embrace.

*An Inspiration to one and all in the Family !!
These daily prompts on hello poetry have been inspiring me to write something on a daily basis .
Am not completely satisfied with my write up today . However wanted to keep up with the prompt so posting it anyway .

My Grandmother-in -Law is much more and has more depth to her character and her being than what I have been able to capture in words here .
 Apr 2017
Kelly Rose
Cento of the Poetry of Gutter Punk

Could you…take me as I am?

Feel the tremble of the parchment
I close my eyes
In the shadows of the Spruce
They weep like the willows
Walk on by as you’ve done before
Into the darkness
As my madness wept in black tears
A bleeding soul, fractured light
I slice the silver from my blade
****, ****, ****, life
And this ******* masquerade
Could you…take me as I am?
Eyes closed wide to the focus
On the sight
In the witching of night
‘Neath the misted sky
Walk with me through the dancing shadows
Could you…take me as I am?
The woe was seeded deep,
Deep in poetry
I tasted your tears
As they dripped and mixed with mine
Could you…take me as I am?
Silent steps through forlorn sands
That even in darkness we can love again
Could you…take me as I am?
Shadows don’t leave, they stay
Never, can you touch what I have
See what I have seen
Could you…take me as I am?

Kelly Rose
© April 12, 2017

This is a collage of brilliant lines from poems of Gutter Punk, whose poetry always touches something deep within me.
 Apr 2017
Sjr1000
You rose in my sky
a full moon rising
always bright
never warm.

I headed towards the east
to find out where this was coming from
to find out what was going on

But the answer was a rainbow moving further away
A horizon that keeps on shifting

Elusive as dusty sunlight
breaking through the garden window

Reaching out and never touching
No connection made.

Passing dust devils
on our way.
 Apr 2017
Anne Curtin
Home is clean sheets on Tuesdays.
Piles of poetry defy gravity, over-sized
soft  t-shirts in the closet and always
enough Diet Coke in the fridge.

Home is the cat muttering about nothing.
Lists for Doctors, for Target, for God.
Popcorn for dinner, music instead of  news.
Windows open in January for different air.

Home is breakfast, then leaving for meetings
or other hard things, then I come back, back, back.
No matter what the day brings, this is how
I get to next Tuesday again, again, again.
From list of prompts I found when packing to move.
 Apr 2017
Eric W
If you, could see you,
through my eyes,
You would never doubt
yourself. No, never.
You would never have
the audacity to say
"I can't" because you,
yes you,
are amazing beyond anything
I have ever known.

If you, could see you,
through my eyes,
You would never be the
same. Not ever.
You would be blinded
by the beauty
that radiates from
within you, from outside
of you. The very essence of beauty
that makes up you.

If you, could see you,
through my eyes,
You would never be sad
again. No, never.
You would know why
I love you.
You would see the grace,
in every little thing
you do, say, and think.
You would see the endless
depth for which my love
for you grows. The never ending
abyss of swirling,
crashing waves of love
I have for you.
You would finally understand
the absolute perfection
of you
if you could see you
through my eyes.
 Apr 2017
SøułSurvivør
I was once a castaway
Of an unforgiving sea
I made a castle in the sand
To ease the pain in me

I made the ramparts ten feet tall
The walls were four feet thick
I filled the moat with lots of sharks
I built it brick by brick

I walked the walls most every day
No rescuer about
But I did not want folks to come in
I wished to keep them out!

The sand was cast in hate you see
The mortar my foe's blood
I repaired the walls quite often 'coz
My inner tears would flood

Within the walls, a prisoner,
My anger was my meat
My only water my own tears
They washed about my feet

Finally the water rose,
From weeping, o'r my head
Their waves erroded at the walls
And the SEA was fed!

Whilst the walls were quickly shrinking
A tide, like floods, came in!
All the sharks went out to sea,
My destiny was grim!

I made a fine, tall castle, yes,
Of sand & shells & grout
To shelter me within? Oh no!
To keep my loved ones OUT!

And others unforgiven.
And the ones I hated.
And other prejudices, yes,
That went on unabated...

And so I found a Mighty Rock
Upon which I stood.
I finally found life's meaning, YES!
I finally understood!


Forgiveness? A DECISION.
To put pride on the shelf.
And freeing up your fellow man
You  become FREE YOURSELF.

Though for years, I drank my tears,
My thirst was never slaked.
And hatred's fused & melted sand

Does not a DIAMOND MAKE.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/3/2017
I've been writing a book about my Scientology experience. And in doing so I found I had a root of bitterness in me. Not only towards Scientologists, but toward a lot of people who have hurt me in my life. It cost me a great deal of mental anguish. I ended up making a decision to forgive again. Throughout my Christian walk I've had to do this. Forgiving others is not an option. In order to be forgiven by God, you must forgive other people. Think of all the ***** rotten stinking things you've done to others I thought to myself. They may not have forgiven you. But you still need to forgive them. And forgive yourself while you're at it! So I asked God again to give me the willingness to forgive. I made the decision to forgive. And I do forgive. Forgiving does not mean forgetting. You don't let people hurt you over and over again. All it means is that you are relinquishing them of the debt that they owe you. And you, in turn, are forgiven of the debts you owe as well.

Unforgiveness is like self-administered poison. It can cause all kinds of diseases. Cancer is caused by stress. Arthritis can be directly attributed to unforgiveness. One of my major problems physically is osteoarthritis. And there is a strong possibility that I may have cancer. I do not wish to have either of these things obviously. So the first medicine I'm going to take is spiritual....

That's why I call myself SOULSURVIVOR.

I'm writing and reading on the internet again, obviously. See you soon!
 Apr 2017
South by Southwest
That was then and now is there
As sister Sara pointed out
We were young and stupid
But our ship harbored no care

The oak was new , fresh the smell
We climbed the rigging
of the mast of life
so fast , so well

"Get down you fools"
The old crusted would say
Seasoned in salt from life's
crashing waves and spray

We just laughed and brayed
Almost depraved
"Get lost old fool"
We were so cruel

We weighed our anchor
and dropped our sails
Little we knew
of the seas of Hell

The distant thunder
lightning's warning
It didn't scare us
Life was ours to plunder

But the oak did gray
It bent and buckled
The rigging's rope broke
some of us tumbled

Beaten and battered
We limped into our ports
There was no laughter
from our fellow cohorts

The crossing is done
Sun seasoned in wear
We are the old fools . . .
That was then and now is there
Inspired by Sara Fielder's poem "This is this"
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