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puting aninaw Nov 2017
Pighating ito
Makakapal na ulap
Sakit sa ulo
CasiDia Jun 2016
on the horizon of tribulation
 variables hover as unwritten expressions
       the plane of abstract thought
         a stream of consciousness
           holds memories from long ago
                
   the uncertainty holds us
      close as a ghost
      our worlds float further away
       and the fatigue remains
         intimately alive

      when I sit alone
     she shows me that I'm small
      too imbued with a tendency
          to exude, to emote
              I am barely vocal
         the plan is predictable
       you pluck sentiment from thin air
          and with a flap of your wings
               take off into trepidation
Nath Rye Mar 2016
her eyes glistened
as she stared blankly
and trod upon
the fine line between
her imaginative world and her reality.

as she realized that
the life people think she's living
and her reality
couldn't be farther apart
a tear rolled down her cheek
followed by another.
and another. and another.

This girl, was the one I tried to love.

I tried to love a girl
that seemed to simply
need guidance and support

but little did i know
she was a void
that longed for care
but was never satisfied
with what she had.

I gave my all. I really did.

i gave my all
but as she gently nodded
and pretended to be fine,
she looked the other way
and began sobbing
lying in wait of someone who
could actually help her.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't be the elixir
for the problems that kept you up at night

I couldn't be sufficient

I couldn't be your **messiah.
it's another 5am work, i'm so sleepy, i did this in 10 minutes
When I am most confused,
I can feel a profound sense of happiness,
Within debilitating sadness.
It is the sublimation of emotions.

— The End —