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Paola Aug 2017
would anybody care if i died?
i wanted to talk to a friend of mine
checked his birthday, october 8
fell on a sunday; my gift would be late

then i remembered my own birthday
also coincidentally fell on a sunday
opened up my facebook account,
2016, number of greeters didn't amount

to the pain i felt realizing i hated my life
i think i'd become an unemployed, poor wife
who was so scared to reach for the stars
because heights barred her, thinking, "i might fall from afar".

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i'm always so scared of death, the future, not being able to do what i want.
Paola Aug 2017
a man is an island: foremost,
he has eyes on himself,
does right by himself,
benefits only himself.

i am man.
i have my eyes on myself,
i do right by myself,
i only benefit myself.

i could be part of an archipelago,
but when the sun sets,
and i stare at darkness,
all i have is myself.

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i feel so dead inside.
Paola Aug 2017
I'm sorry; it's my temper
That gets easily frustrated.
I should be doing better;
Give me time, I'm still so jaded.

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I've been going through some **** for quite a while now, that I sometimes end up hurting others.
  Jul 2017 Paola
Eric W
There is a dark place you will go,
a place where we've all been
at one time
or another.
A place where clichés come true,
where nightmares turn to reality,
a place where your worst fears,
your deepest insecurities,
will tower above you.
It is a place you will visit
when you have been drained
emotionally, physically, spiritually, mentally,
but must keep moving forward.
A place that does not discriminate
for anyone,
a place that is the great equalizer.
You will not be able to breathe.
Your lungs will be filled with soot,
your eyes will be branded in fire,
your mind will be captive,
you will want to quit.
You may even want to die.

But this place holds a secret.

You will fall to your knees
on tough soil and gravel,
blind,
and you will cry, you will scream.
The air will be as fire,
and your skin will be as ice.
But you will dig.

You will blindly ****** your fingers into the cold Earth,
you will search for a way out,
you will rip and bleed and tear,
and you will convince yourself
it is futile.
But you will not stop.

You will keep fighting.

This place holds a secret.
This place holds an opportunity -
an opportunity for growth.

And, yes, you will grow.
  Jul 2017 Paola
phil roberts
Do not dream too loudly
You may awaken your conscience

                                        By Phil Roberts
Paola Jul 2017
minsan kong napagtanto:
"habambuhay bang gan'to?"
hanggang sa sabi nila,
"wala, ganyan talaga."


sometime i've realized:
"would it be this way for life?"
until they told me,
"it is what it is."


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From Wikipedia: The Tanaga is a type of Filipino poem, consisting of four lines with seven syllables each with the same rhyme at the end of each line --- that is to say a 7-7-7-7 Syllabic verse, with an AABB rhyme scheme.

Thought I'd try to write one, just in time for Buwan ng Wika (National Language Month) in August. Challenging, to say the least. :---)

Update (02/18/18) Added a rough translation. Forgive my ****** translation skills.
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