That's the problem with feelings,
As such,
Either you don't have them,
Or you have them too much.

Count your age by friends not years.
7/11/2019

Sa likod ng mga tawa at ngiti kong to,
Hindi nyo alam ang lungkot na tinatago ko.
Nagpapanggap sa abot ng aking makakaya,
Pero kelan nga ba ko makakalaya? Makakalaya sa pagpapanggap na to, At mapakita ang totoong ako.
Baka isang araw magulat kayo,
Kapag ako ay lumayo.
Gusto ng huminto,
Sa aking matinding pagtago.
Ngunit pag ako'y tuluyan ng bumitaw, Asahan nyo ang aking luhang umaapaw.
Hindi na kaya ang bigat na dala, Siguro oras na para magpahinga.

Stars are distant
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.
.
so are you.

some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be mony and ****** and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.

I'm not okay but
Day by day I keep going
It's getting better