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Anya Nov 2015
Love is magical
But it made me cynical
It was a horrible fantasy
That kept me in misery
Anya Aug 2015
I get offended when people say
That the happiest girls
Are the prettiest ones.

How about us?
How about the girls who
Fight the urge of crying
Every night alone?
How about the girls who
Almost stitch their skin to pain
Just to flash a smile?
How about the girls who
Are in a battle from the moment they woke up
Struggling to keep their pieces together?

Can't we be the prettiest?
Can't the strongest be the most beautiful ones?
Anya Aug 2015
Lagitik. Isang malutong na tunog na nagtatagal lamang ng wala pang isang segundo.
Lagitik. At nahulog na ako sayo.

Subalit ako lamang ay isang tahimik na babae. Nakaupo sa sulok ng ating silid-aralan. Hindi kita hinanap. Nakita mo lang ako at ginulo ang buhay ko.
Lagitik. At napaibig mo ako.

Tama sila, napakasarap magmahal. Ang mga araw na kasama ka'y tumatagal lamang ng isang lagutok sa sarap **** kasama.
Lagitik. At nabago mo ang buhay ko.

Lumipas ang mga taon at mahal parin kita. Walang pagbabago ngunit ikaw'y nagbago. Nalaman ko nalang na pinagpalit mo na'ko.
Lagitik. At iniwan mo ako.
Isang daang salitang storya tungkol sa pag-ibig.
(c) 2015
Anya Aug 2015
I see you too much
I hear you to much
I smell you too much
I taste you too much
I feel you too much

That you became my
6th sense
  Aug 2015 Anya
she may hurt, but she is not pain.
she may fail, but she is not a failure.
she may be tragic, but she is not tragedy.

*she may feel worthless,
but this, too, will pass.
so it's always worth reminding people (i.e. myself) that just because you feel something in the moment doesn't mean that it's permanent. an emotion is an instant, no matter how long the ache lasts, and an instant cannot define you.

(thanks for the daily!)
  Aug 2015 Anya
It's not who you are or who you know,

What you wear or where you go.

It's not your friends or family,

Its words on a page,

In this community.

The words we use can settle scores

or open doors.

So hear a heartfelt plea from me,

Let's stop the wars and do poetry.
Anya Aug 2015
i lost count of months since we drifted apart,
but I still find myself asking the destiny
"what if?"
i have this unconscious addiction of your existence
that I do not tolerate anymore
but every time I go to places,
i still find myself looking for your face.

then, one day, I finally saw you.
walking there, still looking as seamless as you once were
with another girl that probably brought the shine back to you.
you still have no idea how much I wanted to talk to you,
to ask how you were, to know if your perception had changed.
but, darling, she was the thick wall that kept us unconnected.

after months of waiting,
you finally sent me a message...
without even saying a word.
To the one that got away
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