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2.3k · Jan 2016
Finally A Happy Poem
Dyan Santiago Jan 2016
There’s maybe a million of unspoken words I’ve already put into poetry,
When clouds were shrouding the skies above me and all I see is darkness,
When I felt dejected, and when I felt like I’m being surrounded by an air of melancholy,
No poem was ever written because of gratitude and happiness

Writing is what I do when on the verge of breaking down,
But you came and changed the game, the gloomy days are gone
I used to write sad poems before, all that’s found in my face is a frown,
Now I cannot contain my joy, like beautiful sunflowers dancing in the lawn

You are the sun that shone on me after dusky days,
The happy song that finally played on the cassette
You are the guy every actor on romantic movies portrays,
I chose you, that, I won’t regret

I love the warmth of your fingers, entwined around mine
I long for your embrace, craving your lips pressed against my cheek
But just by knowing you feel the same way, I’ll be just fine
Hoping you’ll stay for good because I may not admit it, but without you sweetheart, I’ll be weak

You made me believe in the impossible once more,
You told me distance is never a hindrance, yes I believe you,
Because even when we're miles away, you’re the one this heart beats for
I won’t be writing sad poems ever again, there’s no reason to

In your arms, it feels a lot like home,
In this mad world, you're my happy place, that’s true
After a long wait, finally here’s a happy poem,
This is an ode to my source of happiness, for you my love, I love you
Dyan Santiago Oct 2017
you're probably dating someone right now and you have no idea that you're just wasting your time 'cause you are going to be mine anyway,

I'm sorry.

but thank you, for not coming too soon, for giving me time to grow, to be better, to deserve you

don't get me wrong, love.
I'm dying to know you
I'm dying to tell you how my day went
I'm dying to tell you stories—I always have a story to tell, I hope you won't get tired of listening
I'm dying to hear your voice
I'm dying to feel your warmth
I'm dying to feel your love
I'm dying to feel

I am just not ready yet
I am broken, and I do not want you to fix me
I am lost, and I do not want you to find me
I want you to meet me halfway, love,
when everything falls back into place
1.0k · Jan 2016
Worthless Pigeon
Dyan Santiago Jan 2016
In my head they are laughing,
they can't even notice I'm dying
I am lost, can't find my way back,
I am down, strength is what I lack

It feels like I'm a driftwood,
Life has taken me back and forth
Dull and useless, I am ignored
Unless someone looks closer for he is bored

I was drowning, no one could see,
I'm slowly fading but they're still laughing
I was calling out for help but I seemed voiceless,
Oh yes I forgot, poor pigeon is worthless

They're singing an unfamiliar song,
Making me feel I don't belong
Reaching out, I was afraid,
For I want joy but they forbade

I cry, I sob, late night thoughts,
You have to be tough, life has finally taught
I made it through helluva life I see,
But nostalgia struck me, no this isn't me

I am lost, can't find my way back,
I'm down; strength is what I lack
In my head they are laughing,
They can't even notice I'm dying
I am invisible, I am voiceless,
Oh yes I forgot poor pigeon is worthless
882 · Apr 2016
Unfinished Poetry
Dyan Santiago Apr 2016
seconds, minutes, hours have passed
tick tock tick tock
she stares at the ceiling
blankly, coldly
one blade, two blades, three, four and more
shaking in agony, drowning in the river of melancholy
an unfinished poetry she is, so deep one can hardly understand
cruel fate, cruel world experiencing death before death
her loudest cry was finally heard;
she was found
loveless, helpless, lifeless
813 · Apr 2016
Untitled
Dyan Santiago Apr 2016
I freed myself—I let you go and I freed myself
I freed myself from my deadly expectation, that there'll be a perfect time for us
I freed myself from my own self-destructive thoughts that haunted me mostly at night,
that you might not feel the same,
and yes you didn't since the day you came
I freed myself from the prison of love, even that small glimmer of hope that we'd end up together has faded
The chase is over, I want you to know that I'm letting you go and I am setting myself free
#love #sad #filipino
726 · Jan 2016
To The Guy I Almost Loved
Dyan Santiago Jan 2016
It's vacuous of me to let go of something that might be real, you may say,
And don't you worry for it's the same that I feel.
There's a reason that even I, don't know,
but maybe, just maybe it's pessimism that I show.
I know it won't be enough but sorry I didn't let you in,
I was afraid to break the wall that took me time to build.
When's the time this fear finally goes away, I do not know,
And as I walk through this moonlit meadow, all I think about is you, that I shan't.
The thought of you won't go away, your face, your smile, your eyes that speaks,
I might be foolish to let it all be just a mere memory, but it's way better than to be used to it and get my own heart wrecked in the end.
Should I give it a try, I ask myself,
No not again I tell myself as I watch the vision of you fade away,
Tears racing down my cheeks, wanting to run to you and run away at the same time, yes I am a paradox.
I want to be happy but no because I'd be afraid of sadness once again,
sadness that I learned to embrace, sadness that almost felt like contentment.
You are my past that were never my future,
You're just another chance that I missed,
You're a risk I didn't take,
You're the vigor that were almost seeping in every part of me,
but now I am all drained.
You're something that's too good to be true.
You could be mine, but I messed up,
and we know for a fact I did it on purpose.
'Tis all the unsaid feelings I converted into poetry,
Breaking my heart into million pieces as I write every word.
You're the happiness I've been longing for but I've let go,
Good bye, I don't deserve you, till we meet again.
I hope he gets to read this, but I hope not

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