Michelle Samson

Michelle Samson Sep 2017

Ang lingid sa kaalaman,
Ngiting pinta sa larawan,
Ay balot ng kalungkutan
na mahirap unawaan

mapaglubid ng buhangin,
ang mata at ang pagtingin,
sa nabasag na salamin
unti-unting uukitin.

one of my tagalog works; actually this was our assignment in Filipino lol

Michelle Samson Sep 2017

:)

Sometimes I'm sick of apologizing,
when I'm the one hurting
Sometimes I'll take the blame
To keep the flame burning

But love isn't a game to keep score
of who took and gave more,
love is the small things you do
to keep the smiles in his face,
and keeping him from feeling blue

But love sometimes fades like colors,
likes sunsets that once painted the skies,
like footprints that leave marks in the sand,
like cuts that leaves mangled scars

Michelle Samson Jul 2017

IA M NO TOK AY

If I held the rope tightly would I prevent myself from falling in an empty void with nothing but the cold wind biting through my skin in an endless battle with myself that I am very much aware I would never win? I wanted to save myself, but I guess I held on the wrong rope. It was wrapped around my neck like how all my problems wrapped up every fiber of my being. I held on the wrong rope.

Michelle Samson Jul 2017

H.T (Our Times)

I remember the moment my eyes caught a glimpse,
Of a colorful smile in a monochromatic world of mine.
I remember how your eyes were tired,
But your face lit up and your lips said otherwise.

I remember the moment your hand brushed against mine,
It’s as if your world collided with mine for a split second,
And I wanted to stop time.

Happy wasn’t even a word I could best describe,
The feeling I had ever since you came into my life.
I felt a spark of hope in the darkness of my night,
A ray of sunshine in a storm that gave fright.

You brought light in the darkest parts of my mind,
You were the stars that lit up beside the shining moonlight.
You were the calm before the storm,
The first leaf that falls in an autumn day.

But I saw how your eyes glistened under the moonlight,
Praying that someone someday might love you more than I.
I never thought a heart could easily break,
That even a touch so fragile can shatter it

Maybe love wasn’t for me, and I wasn’t for you.
Maybe fate entangled our paths, but I was never meant for you.

tried to write this in hsu taiyu's point of view.

Michelle Samson Jul 2017

Self-love & Love

To love life—to love it even when the sun chooses not to shine over the darkest places of our minds, to love it even when we fathom the unfathomable, even when your heart spills nothing but sadness, your chest feeling heavier than it had ever been, to love it even when everything grows to be unbearable and you slowly dissipate into the vast emptiness. You begin to ponder how you would save yourself, how you would pick up the fragments of what had shattered inside. The mirror in front of you revealed the scars of yesterday, the possible bruises of tomorrow, but it never obstructed the idea of looking at yourself. Self-love and love, itself, is what keeps me going.

Michelle Samson Jul 2017

rmc;

I love how your eyes glimmer beneath the starry night,
How your lips stammer when the freezing wind bites,
How your words are melodies I’ve been longing to hear,
How your warm embrace slowly dissipates my fears.

I’ve always wanted to find the right words to describe you,
Little by little they charmingly haunt me,
But they quickly dissolve into emptiness,
As words are never enough to elucidate your beauty.

I am not in love with what could’ve been,
I am not in love with what should’ve been,
I am in love with what we’ve been,
I am in love with what we would still be.

Michelle Samson Apr 2017

And I Did.

they said everything would be better if i smiled,
and i didn't.
they said everything would be better if i cried,
and i didn't.
they said everything would be better if i tried,
and i didn't.
they said a lot of things would change if i died,
and i did.