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kate May 2020
bagong simula sa bagong kabanata. liliparin muli ang langit na dati'y pinuno mo ng mga unang beses at mga unang bagay na bumuo sa aking pagkatao. liliparing muli ang mga blankong espasyo't lalagyan ng bagong panimula.

hindi ko malaman kung paano muling magsisimula.  sapagkat ako'y nanghihinayang sa alaala nating sa isang saglit ay iyong iniwan. nahihirapan itugma ang bawat salitang lumilitaw sa aking isipan. ang bawat tunog sa saknong ng bawat taludtod ay nabibigatang ilapat sa  damdaming nag aalinlangan.

muling bubuksan ang librong naglalaman ng ating kwento. susubuking burahin ang mga kwentong alanganin na mas mabuti pa lamang kung ito'y gugusutin. muling babasahin ang sira-sirang pahina na may tagpi-tagping parirala at kulang kulang na mga salita.

hindi ko mawari kung ano ang dahilan sapagkat ang ating kwento'y nagtapos sa kawalan. tila bang maikukumpara mo ito sa mga pahinang nagupit gupit dahil sa kasuklaman ng pag ibig. ako'y humiling sa mga bituin na sana—  sana'y may panibagong kwentong kinabukasan muling bubuuin.

bagong simula sa bagong kabanata. muling magbubukas ng bagong libro na saya ang kailangan at hindi sakit ang nilalaman. iisa-isahin ang bawat paksang nilalaman upang ito'y lubos na maintindihan ang bawat pag-aalinlangan sa bagong yugtong paruruonan na tila hindi alam ang patutunguhan ng wakas na iyong sinimulan.

sa bagong yugto ng aking buhay,  ngayo'y handa nang magsimula sa sariling paraan. hindi man pinalad sa nakaraan, sisiguraduhin ko na sa paglipas ng panahon at pagtapos ng bawat kabanatang may kaukulang paksa, iiyak na ako. iiyak na ako sa taong alam kong mahal ako at sa pag iyak na iyon ay sabay kaming nangangako— ikaw, ikaw lamang ang aking mamahalin dumating man ang dulo ng pahina ng aking librong sinimulan.
panimula
Zeya Khan May 2020
It's only at the end,
When we revere the beginning!!
annh May 2020
I watch him tapping, from the corner of my eye.
Left hand. Pointer to pinkie. Sequentially.
Beginning and re-beginning.
Defeated, intent, scowling, jubilant.
In my imagination he is a poet, counting syllables.
Writing haiku in his head, as he waits in traffic for the light to turn green.

‘You've got to be kid-
Well, crud, what just happened there?
I ran out of syl-‘
- Rick Riordan, The Hidden Oracle
Kashfiya Ahsan Apr 2020
They say endings are scary
Again, what do they know?
Maybe they’re just guessing
Perhaps, going with the flow

Endings could be peaceful
Of endings I’m not scared
They are regretful that’s all
But my whole life I’ve dared

Endings could be happy
Of endings I’m not scared
They are just very guilty
Of things they hadn’t shared

Endings could be calming
Of endings I’m not scared
They’re just anxious because
They’ll witness all that they feared

Endings could be nice
It’s probably not, I lied
I’m not just scared of endings
Truth is, I’m terrified.
Alison Apr 2020
✿I wish i could go to another world✿
✿To start it all over again,✿
✿Without the same mistakes;✿
✿Without wasting half of my life✿
✿just by being sad and alone.✿
✿I want a new beginning.✿
✿Please give me a fresh page ✿
✿and a sparkly ink,✿
✿Let me begin again✿
✿I promise I'll do it right this time.✿
ms reluctance Apr 2020
The diffused gleam of jaded dreams
like a siren call upon our desires deep
to sink again in their harrowed streams.

We walk on towards better things
trailing the hummingbird of hope.
Onward, intrepid on rainbow wings.

We live to die another day and begin
with a fated end. Till then we spend
our hours fueling the fire held within.

Why settle for being the fallen fruit
when we can sprout, lush and green?
Again, we will grow; we will take root.
NaPoWriMo Day 29
Poetry form: Tercet
uv Apr 2020
A book
Turns its pages
With a soft gentle stir
The flip of the edges
And the sounds that murmur

The stories
Unfolds its mysteries
Reciting the weight of its words
The stops and the lapses
Add intrigue to their worlds.

The end
Like's to be chased down
By overzealous beginnings
The length of the passage
Is the story of the innings
Marissa Apr 2020
Feel it seep into your pores.
Allow it to swallow you whole.
Feel it caress your body.
Light.
Gentle.

Feel it leave one word at a time.
Allow it to burn in your soul.
Feel it slip down your cheek.
Heavy.
Rough.
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