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 Nov 2017 Z
Thea Falls
 Nov 2017 Z
Thea Falls
somewhere between
typing a message
and erasing it,
an untold story ends
something between
them would have changed
if only she clicked send
but she didn't
and so,
their love story
that haven't began yet ends
 Jun 2017 Z
I can’t write this poem
I can’t write this poem because the last time I opened up to someone artistically they told me it was pretty dark and I should keep it to myself.

I can’t write this poem
I can’t write this poem because I was raised in a culture that was anti love and pro meaningless ***. I saw endless commercials about movies that glamorize a lifestyle in which your body is fulfilled but your heart is ignored and at that impressionable age I learned my heart came second but my allure came first and the less I cared that happier I would be and I carried that belief around with me the way I used to carry around a Bible as a child.

I can’t write this poem
I can’t write this poem because of the time that I opened my father’s phone to reveal a family secret I would hold to this day against my own moral instincts unraveling miles of insecurities wondering if I’m not a good enough daughter or if he stopped loving my mother or if true love was never real and although I had been taught marriage was my purpose, it was what I believed would make me happy, maybe rings aren’t enough to stay in love and maybe people’s feelings change and maybe no one actually has a “one true love” and that this purpose I had been taught was really an endless wild goose chase that only lead to broken families and lost souls.

I can’t write this poem
I can’t write this poem because sometimes I still wonder why I fell into an abyss of toxicity at such a young age. And when I say wonder I don’t mean a trivial ponder, I mean I contemplate every possible reason why the person who I once believed held the universe in her eyes would lie to my face, why she never kissed me in public and our love was always a secret, why she valued girls with blue hair but my blonde hair was not good enough, why I had to hide bruises from my family when I was still in high school or more importantly, why at the time, I thought I deserved them. These thoughts, this lingering paranoia that I am undeserving of healthy love, they muddy my interpretations of real life and distort reality and effect my relationships. My doctor would call these intrusive thoughts, my best friend would tell me they’re symptoms of PTSD, but I have come to realize that I’ve been burned and I am damaged and I hope to god I can recover.

But you,
Oh god, you
You can write this poem. You can be my safety net while I’m free falling in love. You can be the one to listen to my mental tilt-a-whirls, you can be the one that introduces my body and my heart, you can be the one that calms the storms in my mind when I’m questioning the love I’m deserving of. You are the one who makes sure I fall asleep in my bed after drunk nights, you are the one that still sees my value after acknowledging my flaws.
You can write this poem.
 Feb 2017 Z
Hanggang dito na lang..

Mahal, hanggang dito na lang tayo
Ubos na ang mga luha
At namumugto na ang mga mata
Wala ng magbabago pa, wala na
(Wala na nga ba? Ako ay umaasa pa)
Dahil ikaw ay malayo na, ikaw ay malaya na
Trying hard sa tagalog poem
 Jan 2017 Z
Jean Lin
Sky isn't always blue;
it can be gray, purple, orange,
and sometimes red.

Chocolate isn't always sweet;
it can be salty, alcoholic, sour,
and most of the time bitter.

People aren't always nice;
they can be sly, cruel, mean,
but most often, they are a mix of everything
humanity can be.

See, things are not always what we expect them to be,
yet you gotta keep on expecting
for the possibility will always exist.
 Jan 2017 Z
Amy Perry
 Jan 2017 Z
Amy Perry
My mind is abuzz,
Like a hummingbird does.
It can't be still,
And it was my will
To make everything so,
Because how will I know
The outer limits of my essence
Without spiritual lessons?
Self-taught, fear not,
Happiness is sought
Through a curious burn.
The lessons I learn
From engaging my mind,
Is that I am not blind
To tuning into frequencies,
And avoiding delinquencies
With each new experience,
Learning to control delerience.
My inner being thirsts
For a gift labeled a curse.
I want to break these chains,
Be more than insane.
I want to be free
To be the real me.
Every great individual
Has ideas that are sensational.
So say what you will,
I will have these spiritual spills,
That shakes where I dwell,
And brings me out of my shell.
I have the right to engage
With my mind, uncaged.
Hummingbirds die
If they are caged inside.
Much needed writing session at the nature preserve.
 Dec 2016 Z
Joe Black
 Dec 2016 Z
Joe Black
She is mystery
Sophisticated Puzzle,
Trickiest riddle
Most complicated task
To solve
She is marvellous Universe
My heart chose to float in
It's strange, weird,
Unknown darkness
Love every moment
Spent in you

Dedicated to girl one loves,
What can one say,
i'm in love
 Sep 2016 Z
I Will
 Sep 2016 Z
I will give to you every piece of my heart
I cling to you while the world falls part
Every blessing, every star, a piece of you
Every child, every wish,
mastered by your hands

I will give to you every song in my soul
I cling to you just to feel whole
Every trial, every thorn, you bore them all
Every heart, every smile, masterfully made

And just when it feels
Like everything is wrong
You lift me up
Make me feel strong
Because you're in my heart
And I'm in your hands
I will follow you
I will follow you
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