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psyche Jan 2018
"the past is in the past"
yeah right
that's what they always say
but just because something is in the past
doesn't mean it'll go away
it's already there and it'll always be there
and if you don't know what i mean by "it"
i mean that void in your soul
that slowly corrupts and consumes you
Is that emo enough for you?
do you think i'm faking all of this?
do you think i'm just over-think until my thoughts drown me?
do you think i'm pretending?
i may be a liar but i'm not dissembler
you knew i couldn't handle it, i'm not a fighter
but you didn't care, i could've thrown myself off the building and you wouldn't have known
so that's what i did
goodb--


the hard,rough and cold cement hit her hard, such a shame she will never be able to finish her sentence
psyche Oct 2018
oo ako'y nalulungkot sa aking sarili
sa mga salitang hindi ko hindi sinasadya
kung ipinaramdam ko sayo na 'andito lang ako pero wala naman pala
pasensiya, kung wala akong susunod na taludtod sa ating istorya

istoryang kathang isip
na huli kong nakita sa aking panaginip
dahil nagising ako sa katotohanan
na  ̶t̶a̶y̶o̶  ikaw at ako ay  naandito na sa dulo ng ating walang hanggan
kung saan ang puso'y wala ng nararamdaman
at natapos na ang magpakailanman
a homage to December Avenue and Moira Dela Torre
posted this poem before the song got big, im happy that it trended when the song got popular :))
psyche Jan 2018
Welcome to society,
We hope you enjoy your stay,
And please feel free to be yourself,
As long as it's in the right way.
...........................................................­
Welcome to society,
We promise that we won't deceive,
And one more rule now that you are here,
There's no way that you can leave.
-E.H.

he was ******* sad.

that's it.

that's all there is to it.

he knows that life is never going to get any different for him.

that there's no fixing him.

it'll always be the same, monotonous, depressing *******.
boring.lonely.boring.lonely

he just wants it to be over.

and so do I
psyche Jan 2018
And yes
It is sad,
So very sad
That we lived
And continued living
In the world
Of 'Almost'...
psyche Sep 2020
That tightness in your chest,
the heavy weight that resides there
Is it because you're sick?
desperately gasping for air

Or are you being condemned?
declared as guilty
The plaint you carry
no stranger would it be
psyche Jan 2018
7/11 store
you want some some m&m's?
yah sure ok
gets a random one*
don't!...uh sorry just, don't get the blue ones.
why?
uh, i'm saving them for someone
who?
someone who'll never come
psyche Jan 2018
depression.
it's like the heaviness in your backpack.
as you start to go on your journey it's light, but as you continue on people start filling them with rocks.
the more society rejects you the bigger and heavier the rocks get.
you can't ever escape.
it crushes down on you, making even the simplest things like tying your shoes or chewing your food seem like a twenty-mile hike uphill.
it's part of you; it's in your blood and bones.
and it's impossible to escape

unless you give up

unless you let go of that backpack

unless you alleviate that heaviness

unless you remove you
psyche Mar 2019
i believe that i'll be ok
i believe that it was never true
i believe in whatever you say
i believe this is just a phase
but "i believe" is just a phrase
its putting faith in something as true
but what you believe in is different from what others put faith in...

as true

If you believe that you're human does it make it true?
If you believe The Creation does it make it true?
If you believe in God, is He then true to you?

if not then what is true?
what is false?
what is left that is real in this ******* world?

i believe that i'll be ok
i believe that it was never true
i believe in whatever you say
i believe this is just a phase

then...
will you really be ok?
was it never really true?
is what you say true?

am i a phase?
is everyone just a phase?
is the image of the world we perceive a phase?

something that won't last long?
something that's just an illusion?

out of all the questions i ask, do you believe in your answer?
or is it just a phase.
y'all i rlly dont understand myself anymore

good thing u arent required to understand poetry
u're just supposed to feel it
to be moved, even touched by it

Y'ALL SHOULD HIT THAT LIKE BUTTON IF U LOVE POETRY
CUZ I DOO
psyche Dec 2017
don't come near me
don't touch me
don't talk to me
the 3 principles
"gods, she really does hate me"
so easily misinterpreted
please come near me
please touch me
please talk to me
it's not yet done ;p
psyche Jan 2018
loyalties change; so did you

what you see with your eyes isn't the truth. how much more do i need to see the truth that you can't see with your eyes?

the stars look really close together but they're actually really far apart."we learn that in class".what u see with ur eyes isn't the truth.

"how far apart is the distance that i need to close between me and-"
"it's because you don't know that you want to close that distance, right?"

who sees the human face correctly?
the mirror, the photographer, or the painter?

friend : everybody is beautiful in their own way
me : not if you're ugly on the inside and the outside

don't make me regret the things i do for you

something has tarnished our friendship and it seems hopeless to brighten it

what's the difference between "im jealous of you"
and "im disappointed in me"
it seems to me that there's none

i like machines better,humans break too easily
-Leo Valdez

it's difficult to make someone proud when all that notice are your mistakes

i already know i'm defective, u don't have to trouble yourself pointing them out for me

it's cold out here, i'm shivering
please, get me out of 'here'

there is suffering too terrible to name. we just learn to live with the unimaginable(hamiltrash)

it says "curiosity killed the cat"
in this situation curiosity killed me

True love isn’t Romeo and Juliet who died together. It’s Grandma and Grandpa who grew old together.(not mine)
all of them are mine DON'T PLAGIARIZE PEEPS!!
psyche Jan 2018
You say that you love rain,
but you open your umbrella
when it rains...
You say you love the sun,
but you find a shadow spot
when the sun shines...
You say you love the wind,
but you close your windows
when it blows...
This is why
I am afraid;
you say that you love me too...
-W. Shakespeare
psyche Jan 2018
To vanish must be sweet
Goodbye bitter memories
Goodbye bitter love
Goodbye bitter nights.

To vanish must be better
No more shattered expectations
No more shattered heart
No more shattered soul.
psyche Jan 2018
We are open diaries
Have seen each other's folds
Have touched the innermost souls.

We are a pen
Of written prologues
And broken epilogues.

We are almost there,
Aren't we?
Until that day we stopped talking
And became some sweet strangers
Again.
psyche Jan 2018
I **** at mathematics but i do know this:
"no matter how high a number is
there will always be a number higher"
the logic is just too philosophical
it just means that no matter how good you think you are
there will always be someone better than you
simple as that
psyche Feb 2018
that girl in your class,
has a smile that lights up
an entire room.

that girl in your class,
seemingly has amazing friends.

that girl in your class,
actually doesn’t remember the last
night she didn’t cry.

but hey, she smiles.
so she’s okay.
right?
psyche Mar 2018
hello. it all started with a simple hello.
who would have thought that this would lead to something more
i wouldn't say i fell for you but instead you tripped me, pretending that you were going to catch me...
But oh so stupid of me, oh so so stupid of me.
why didnt i bother to get up? why didn't i realize that it would be too much?
memories of you and I come rushing to me every night and it pains me every time.
what you see with your eyes isn't always the truth. how much more do i need to see the truth that you can't see with your eyes?
we were once happy, happily together... sure, we fight time to time but what's a relationship without some fights?
Though this was all in the past, something you've probably forgotten. but me? I remember every single thing...
“the past is in the past”
yeah right.
that's what they always say
but just because something is in the past doesn't mean it'll go away
it's already there and it'll always be there
it's like being stuck in another world...
a dark, empty void where all you do is run..
run,  run, run,  run...  a monster chasing me but the thing is, that monster is you... so don't try to pull me up from this hole i've made..  there's no escape and i know that i can't climb up 'cause i won't be able to and you can't....
an endless labyrinth i cough up spiders
an upside down, where in everything contradicts
stay away! Don’t go!

so
let’s start with saying goodbye
goodbye to all the time we shared together, all our greetings, all the smiles that we shared together, a few moments with each other when we were just clueless children, a couple of oblivious kids.
Goodbye to all the stupid jokes, all the how are you’s, even if I’m the only one who seems to truly care.
Goodbye to all the waiting, the endless arguments that don’t make sense, and all the other senseless situation where we fought.
So forgive me love, for all the names that I and you only understand, the words that I want to throw with my hand, a few seconds, staring into each other’s eyes, we had.
All the memories I can’t forget, memories that you left, when you left me! Forgive me if it’s already annoying, if it just repeats over and over until it cannot be repeated.
Forgive me if I am or I am not the one you want, if I ask for things you cannot give, if I ever thought that “hey, you’ll stay” but I guess I was wrong.
I know, that there was a time, a moment, when I was yours and you were mine but not anymore! because you don’t want to and that’s why I shouldn’t anymore.
Even if you want to hear but can’t be heard, even if you understand but can’t be understood, even if you want..to forgive…… but can’t forget because you don’t want to and I shouldn’t anymore.
You don’t want to because there’s someone else, I’m sorry if I’m a mess, I’m sorry if this is taking so long. So please, forgive me, goodbye, let’s just say goodbye!
Goodbye to staying away and sorry for staying close. Goodbye to all the joy and sorry for all the pain. Love, I don’t want to end by asking for forgiveness but forgive me!
So I can set you free you must first let go! , because I can’t do it anymore.
Goodbye because I can’t do it anymore but love! ..... Wait! No, not love because you don’t love me and I shouldn’t anymore.
So let’s erase every single thing erase why should I say goodbye when you already left erase
im not the kind of girl who asks for forgiveness erase im not asking for forgiveness from you erase I don’t love you, I never loved you erase I don’t care if you still want to or if you don’t! I don’t care if you’re hurting, that I’m not worried! erase I don’t love you I never did I just wanted you!
Loving you is right too bad I’m always wrong so yes! Let’s write it once more!
Love, when I looked for you he came, and I thought he was the one, that! Was the biggest mistake that I did, was to look for you.
I don’t not love him because he doesn’t love me but because I looked for him, because I know you’ll come, I know you’ll come because I asked for you until now I still yearn for you.
So if you decided to come find me, the right person in the right time, so I would know that it's you. Find me and love me in a way that we both know.
A love that’ll never be wrong ever again.
this is a spoken word...that's why its so loooooooooooong

yep...
psyche Jan 2018
So tell me
where should I go.
To the left
where no one is right,
or to the right
where everyone left?
suggestions for titles anyone please? thank you
psyche Jan 12
How many times have I quietly sobbed today?
Finally letting my walls down as I let myself know I am alone.

The room is filled with heavy gasps of air,
only for my ears to hear.
No, these aren't your regular inhales and exhales.

They come with little sobs and whimpers
that changes your breathing,
They come with sharp pains in your chest as if you're drowning,
They come with little pools of water that has the capacity to carry an immense weight of sadness.

Defying the Laws of Physics,
wetting your face that never seems to stay dry
with each little drop.

All at once,
You feel as they come at you.
Like a firework had just been lit,
prepared for what's to come on the 4th of July.





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Suddenly, all these that surges from you stops.
Your ears ***** on slow yet heavy thumping sounds . . .  !
footsteps

You get up, and the fireworks in your chest fall at once to your hollow stomach.
Making a crashing noise of empty cans on shards of previously broken glass.

You wipe your tears and stare back,
as your reflection in the mirror smiles at you.

a fleeting moment of hate and disappointment pass through your mind

Inhale. . . .                                                                ­                                       
                                                                      ­                                       
             
                                     
                                                                ­                                    . . . .Exhale

"it's sharp and it stings...
...it's tight and all very familiar"


A new task has begun as soon as you end one,
and just as quick a routine ends and night awakens....
The same routine awaits to greet you,

once the Sun wakes the world.
title inspired by Kate Chopin's "The Story of an Hour". give it a read if you haven't :))

! TW !: I feel like people with anxiety might find the last line triggering
psyche Jan 2018
The more I think about it
The clearer I can see
That you & I were meant to be
But only in a memory...
psyche Jul 2020
~
I have told you, and I told you truly that I love you too much. You engross my thoughts too intirely to allow me to think of any thing else—you not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream—and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetness. ‘Tis a pretty story indeed that I am to be thus monopolized, by a little nut-brown maid like you—and from a statesman and a soldier metamorphosed into a puny lover. I believe in my soul you are an inchantress; but I have tried in vain, if not to break, at least, to weaken the charm—you maintain your empire in spite of all my efforts—and after every new one, I make to withdraw myself from my allegiance my partial heart still returns and clings to you with increased attachment. To drop figure my lovely girl you become dearer to me every moment. I am more and more unhappy and impatient under the hard necessity that keeps me from you, and yet the prospect lengthens as I advance.
~
July 3, a celebration of Hamilton (the musical) coming on Disney+

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