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Argumentum Jul 2015
Paglisan

Pinangangambahan kong lubos na malaman
kung meron nga bang pangalawang buhay,
saan kaya ako tutungo?
gagala kaya ang aking diwa
o baka makukulong ito sa naaagnas at walang
buhay kong katawan habang buhay.
ang dinanas na sakit kaya ay lilisan na parang
alikabok na hinipan sa mesa?
, o magiging tanikalang bakal na nakagapos sa aking kaluluwa.

Sa pagkakahimlay ko, may dadalo kaya?,
kung may dumalo man,ano ang pakay nila?,
narito kaya sila upang pintasan ang aking kasuotan?,
o pintasan at hamakin ang halaga at disenyo ng aking kinahihigaan?
Narito kaya sila upang lumasap ng kape at
tinapay kasabay ng pagpitik ng baraha sa mesa?
o sadyang dadalo lang upang patagong magdiwang sa tuwa sa aking pagkawala?,
Natatakot akong malaman.

Nangangamba ako sa hindi pagiging handa sa pagdating ng araw na ito,
hindi sa panghihinayang sa aking mga maiiwang mahal
kundi ang pagsisisi na aking dadalhin
sa bigong pag-usal at pagpaparamdam
kung gaano sila kamahal at masabing ako ay lilisan na
sapagkat ang pinakamasakit na paglisan
ay ang mga pagpapaalam na hindi nasabi at
hindi naipaliwanag.
love life sad pain thoughts depression you hope hurt heartbreak
Argumentum Jul 2015
That cold street I walked
Was once a place full of memory
Your smile and glimpse that could light up the world
Now are pictures I treasure in my mind

Since you've been gone
Nothing seems to matter
Nothing seems to care
Now I can bargain everything just to see your face again

I dreamed last night
I was granted of a wish,just one
Hell I did'nt wish for luxury
I did'nt wish for immortality
I simply wished for another moment with you..

For I just want to say I love you
That I really missed you
And most of all
Im sorry for not being there when you're about to go

But I know I have to wake up
And face the day and the day after
That you are not here with me
And I am all alone
For You My Love
Argumentum Jul 2015
A Second Chance of Love

Traveled, toured,and searched a long time for this day.
Now, considered it fate for I found you again.
Now we met again, I'm not going to be stopped.
I will not stop these words from being told anymore
for it should have been told from the beginning

I love you
I may not give the perfect relationship that they are offering
Forgive me for I can only offer loyalty and undying love
Don't be angered in me being afraid for my feelings
Forgive me passing out the time not doing anything
But never get mad on the reason that until now
I love you still

When I lost you, my world revolve around deep regret and sorrow,
So now, let me express, tell and show
that you on and only you will be loved.
Argumentum Jul 2014
Love is like planting a seed and you are a soil in a ***.

At first you'll feel uncomfortable with the new thing inside you.
we always even ask why we did plant the seed  to begin with.
it is beautiful? Colorful? tiny, big round? a lot of question is asked.
but when we unraveled the reason why, we invest in it. we make sure that the seed inside us is filled with care and and protection. we make sure that it is well taken care off.away from those who want to steal it. we always check how its day went. We always want to have time for it alone.
And as it grows, its root spread in our identity to the point it becomes yours. the soft and the hard part,its twist, its spikes, its fruit is yours. to the point that you can even consider this seed as you.You know even the most basic part of it, those which is unnoticed by others.

But sometimes, inevitable things happen, the birds have to leave the nest and so are plants, they have to be rooted to grow on wider field of life. and when that happens, the *** soil is leaved with nothing but destroyed parts, wrecked with pain and emptiness, pain filled with lost purpose and identity.
You are now nothing more than an abandoned withered thing.

You can feel the emptiness within, the space where the plant used to root. Spaces it used to fill. All just traces of the past now.
Argumentum Jul 2014
I thought life has a lot of things to offer
for those who could wait for bigger rewards.
Well today, i realized that life doesn't work the way
I supposed it wasn't I expected it to be,
I discovered that Opportunities and
Dreams are often attained by those
who can afford one, rarely or even
not reached by those whose lives are
in so much hardship.I guess the
world as I know it, is only an
imagined world, reality is that the
world is already preoccupied with
people who continuously investing to
protect one's position or dream,
making others aspiration in life
impossible. The world is unkind to
new talents or ideas.It now
destroyed my preconception of
pursuing dreams in life. Last day,
I've encountered a close person to
mine, and we have a talk about
dreams and aspirations, she told me
to stop running after those dreams
of mine and face reality, throw this
baggage and look of what really is
destined for me as a person who don't
have the luxury to have anything, to
be contended of what is just around
and not look beyond what can be
grabbed or pursued. It rocked me to my
core.  not because she's one of the
closest person to me but because she
might be right, that there is
nothing for me out there, that I
belong here, here in this hopeless
place. A place for those who have nothing
and will never have anything.
This is not really a poem, more of a narrative of life of mine.
Argumentum Jun 2014
Really scared of knowing
Wether there is a second life
Where do I go?
Will my conscience wander or
be imprisoned in my rotting and lifeless body
Will the pain fade like dust blowed in the table?
Or will be chained in my soul

In my slumber, will there be guest?
If they visit, what are their purpose?
Are they here to criticize my clothes?
or here to **** the design of my coffin?
Are they here to taste coffee at bread while playing cards?
Or just visit to celebrate with joy for I am gone
I'm afraid to know

In reality
Im not just afraid of this inevitable day.
But also on the regret on my left loveones
the regret that I will carry on failed expression
of how they are precious to me and I'll be going
For the most painful farewell are those leaving that are unsaid and unexplained
Argumentum Jun 2014
Alone, left by conciousness
Towards a place of nothingness
Bored, tired of observing
On things that doesnt change

Talking to the self, asking
For I might get something
But its withered and rotten
Dry, crumbled and forgotten

Tried to touch for I might feel
Tried to listen for I might hear
Tried to gape for I might taste
Some happiness that seems evasive

Numbed on lifeless place
Listened on the music and sound of silence
Tasted the awful serving of life
While being in the lifeless situation
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