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The same day I was born,
God started writing you a long winded apology
For all the things I would do to you
That I would not have the guts to apologize for.
 Oct 2015 lulu
Camille Paguirigan
I am ashamed;
by the words of my mouth
and the screams of my thoughts.

I am disgusted;
By my selfish desires
and ignorant cries.

Human, I am
Human, I will be
there's no escape from this reality

but still grace is around me;
still You are abundant in mercy
My very soul is dependent
on these gifts you have sent
for without them,
life's purpose becomes death

I push as if You'd let go
I neglect as if I could stand on my own
but truly
this I know,
as human as I,
dependent I will be
to a Savior
who never gives up on me
 Mar 2015 lulu
Vas Bismark
Love One Day

I met Love
A short time back
A time I can barely remember

I said hi
Love said hello
Have we met?
Love said,
I don't think so

It didn't matter
Love didn't mind
We spoke and spent some time together
Exchanged numbers, drank water high above city lights

I said I knew Love
But then later I wasn't sure
At that time I lost myself
And found myself more with her than before

I didn't feel the need
I felt I didn't have the time
It seemed fair
So I kept my mouth shut

Even worse,
I called Love something she was not
I called out friend
When I should have said Love

I always wanted to tell Love
When I am myself
I say I love you, friend
But would like it to mean more

I found you, Love...
But I can't be with you today
I found you, but hopefully us could wait
I'm your friend,
But I hope, I too can be your Love one day

                                                                     -Vas Bismark
 Mar 2015 lulu
Marge Redelicia
you were a brilliant composer.
you piece syllables
together into symphonies.
your words are
carefully crafted into a masterpiece.

in my every waking
i am greeted with new songs
that escape from
your lips
like sun rays at the break of dawn.
i can listen to you sing unceasingly.

but
the time of the
days, months, years that passed
became the length of the
distance between us,
and your songs got
softer and
softer,
eventually fading
into silence.

it turns out that was just an intermission.

you came back and
your songs start playing again
but
now i can't dance to your rhythm;
i can't harmonize to your melodies.

you were a brilliant composer
but now
i can't find
what your words mean to me.
my poetry nowadays sound so "synthetic". i don't know, i just can't seem to write like how i used to.
 Jan 2015 lulu
Vas Bismark
Hello
 Jan 2015 lulu
Vas Bismark
Hello

Whenever the heavens cry
I look up to give her a smile
When the sun is happy and bright
Out of habit I close my eyes,
Turn away, immediately, I am shy

Looking through glassy windows
It’s a playful little girl I see
When those eyes glisten
I can’t help but wave my hand
To let you know, that, I said Hello
I see you... You see me...
 Jan 2015 lulu
Marge Redelicia
scraped my knees
again.
streaks of crimson
on my skin marred,
no stranger to scars.
another artwork to my collection
this body is a museum of memories.

i'm both crying and smiling.

the sweet sting
is a souvenir from the time
we danced
to the beat of our hearts,
we swam
in radiant sunshine,
we chased
each other so fast that
we flew
too high,
we crashed
too ******* the ground.

the pain is great
but still,
that is
no
match
to the times that we had
and my love for you.
Fall Out Boy inspired no this is not really a hugot haha.
 Jan 2015 lulu
Camille Paguirigan
At 12 pm
a midst silence
a sudden realization
a sudden recognition
sparked from me to you
I would like to thank you
for teaching me
to forgive the unforgivable
to love the hateful
and to share with the greed
You've always told me
how much you loved me
and I knew it
but knowing is nothing
compared to understanding
And when the time came
I understood it
I understood it so well
that I started to see
every little thing you do
just to make me happy
I know there are times you'd wish
to go back and change things in the past
for maybe you could've taken a better path
but your mistakes led to this day
that I'm oh so thankful for
I wouldn't want anything to change
Your selflessness gives me inspiration
to keep striving to be a better person
I wouldn't have asked for anyone better
to serve as my father but you
You told me how
you and mom were a match
but when pride came
it was all too heavy to catch
and save, so it fell.
Then you met a girl
who taught you
how to become a better person
and accepted you with all her heart
and gave you two little boys
who is now a part of the love you give
The love that never failed to put a smile on my face
the love who put me to bed in my toddler days
I'm never good at showing the things I feel
but believe me when I tell you
everything in this poem's real
with the most purest of intentions
to say I love you from head to heel
A very honest and personal poem
 Dec 2014 lulu
Marge Redelicia
Lazy Monday.
Raining Morning.
Inky pens.
Empty papers.

This 4-cornered room became a
Vast new world
When I met
You.

Your "What's your name?"
was more than a question, it was
An invitation to
A breath of fresh air,
A gulp of warm sunshine,
A waltz on green grass.

From small talk on the
Wet weather,
The films at the theater,
And our ******* professor,
Our lips spilled over.
Awkward smiles became
Shy giggles then
Uncontrollable laughter.

We pulled each other to conversations on
Artists Picasso, Van Gogh
Historians Constantino, Ocampo.
I told you about
Distant galaxies and the theory of gravity
While you said things on
Progressive policies and your farming family.
You said pick-up lines, I gave knock-knock jokes.
We tried to mash-up Let It Be and Let It Go.
Your mind was a treasure chest full of stories
Forever you
And your words are engraved in my memory.

All this ended though
When the clocks striked 3.
The session was over;
There's no reason to be here anymore
And so I guess it's best for us to just
Leave.

"It was nice meeting you."
But it's horrible that
We will never meet again.
What was us will just get lost in the plane infinity
For this moment that we shared
Is just a mere
Point of tangency.
The point of tangency is where a geometric line touches a surface once but never intersects it. This fictional poem is inspired by economic isoquant curves and budget lines, as well as all my awesome professors and classmates that I had this semester whom I will probably never meet ever again :(
 Dec 2014 lulu
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
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