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deadwood Jul 2018
Heto na naman,
Panahon ng tag-ulan,
Sakit sa ulo't katawan,
Damdamin at karamdaman.
Basang puno't halaman,
Basang kumot na pinunasan,
Pumapatak na naman,
Ang pag-ibig at tubig-ulan.

Heto na naman,
Sipon ko'y balik-balikan,
Luha ko'y 'di mapigilan;
Simula na ng buwan,
Na masakit ang ulo't isipan,
Masakit ang puso't lalamunan,
Pagkat ako'y iyong iniwan,
Sa gitna ng ulan.
Flu season na. Forgetting I Love U kumbaga.
deadwood Jul 2018
Finally,
No one can see the real me.
No one will take pity.
Finally,
No one can hear my agonizing plea.
No one will beg mercy.
Finally,
I gave up on me.
I gave up on my journey.
Finally,
I am free.
This is for the moment I gave up on amounting to something good in high school. I failed terribly.
deadwood Jul 2018
Is there ever a greater melancholy
than permanent second?
Second best,
Second choice,
Second family.
All these things I am,
A second-hand human being.

No matter how hard and harder I try,
I remain inferior till I die.
A second-hand human being,
Not worth the greatest form of praising.

So as I stand above this bridge,
I recall all my 'almosts',
All my 'what ifs' and 'could haves',
To decide once and for all:
What if I jump a second time?
I'm tired of never being the best for anyone.
deadwood Jul 2018
Does anyone want a hug?
Like a really good cuddle.
I've just really felt so alone these days,
And I doubt I'd be okay.

I guess I just want someone to stay,
Stay even 20 seconds of a day.
Because I badly want a hug...
Does anyone want a hug?
I'm just so done with the gravity of my failures in school these past days. I haven't even gotten quality time with my friends
deadwood Apr 2018
1
Gazing at Dipper,
In the dry summer night sky,
Seven towers light.

#2
Brown Molave leaves,
Blown under the summer heat,
Scatter on dry soil.

#3
Gumamela grains,
Swept by swift North-East trade winds,
Reach the hibiscus.
I compiled some haiku I made during summer vacation. Each were written on different days at different times from evening, dawn, and dusk.
deadwood Apr 2018
...            n            ll   b
Her last   ight wi       e ...
               f            th  m
I thought it would be a great idea to try some new kinds of poems. This time, I tried to make it somewhat visual. I hope you can read it.
deadwood Apr 2018
Lighthearted with a heavy heart,
I wonder just when will things fall apart,
I wonder just when will I break my heart,
And when will you make the end start.

Like a rainy summer day,
A cracked *** of clay,
You'll leave me in dismay,
You'll leave me in this May.

It pains me to think,
That every time I blinked,
All the the time we've synced,
Now you'll leave me to sink.

After everything we've made,
After every sting, I've stayed,
Now the summer colors fade,
Now my heart's just a glade.
It was rainy today despite the summer feels. It just so happened that a friend of mine is bound to leave in May for his dream school.
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