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Hey hubby,
Aftermath,
You devalued the entire outburst.
The Glare is rejecting your dignity. It holds on to your upturned dynamic, crashing its pieces in front of our confrontation’s stanza and repeatedly punching your troubling typos in order to escalate another love conundrum out of our rending fight. Afterward, do you think that we are presumably still each other’s sanctuary?

- The Poetic Soul.
ky Jul 2023
I'd rather be hard-to-get
and end up with a guy
who's willing to fight for me
than be easy
and end up with someone
who doesn't truly deserve me.
Man Jun 2023
Where is the break in our dark,
Where is illumination?
Vis-à-vis, a rational light.
For the contrast is stark
Between those who laze
And those who fight

Real values, and genuine ideals
Beliefs, not steeped, in a false virtue
And causes and movements, the same.
Do they still remain?
In the classes, in the fields,
At home? Never feeling near.

Where is the change?
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2023
Ever heard the story of a girl who coughed out a tumor?
I'm not sure it happened, it was weaved in rumor.
Whispers spread wide, painting a bizarre tale,
Of a medical marvel that seemed too surreal.

They spoke of a girl, consumed by a dire plight,
Who, with each cough, expelled her own inner fight.
A tumor expelled, escaping her fragile frame,
Astonishing many, leaving them lost in acclaim.

Yet skeptics arose, questioning the grandeur,
Doubting the truth of this remarkable lure.
Fact or fiction, the legend remains unclear,
A tale that lingers, shrouded in doubt and fear.
unknown Jun 2023
Sa mundong puno ng libu-libong pagdududa,
Bukod tanging sayo lang sumugal at nagtiwala.
Ngunit bakit sarili’y tila akin nang nalimutan,
Mas inuuna ang sayo kaysa sa aking nararamdaman.

Labis ang mga tanong na “paano na tayo?”,
Hindi na maisip kung “paano na ako?”,
Tama ba na sumugal at ilaban ko pa?
O mas mabuti na lang mag-isa?
Nigdaw May 2023
they are in the grass
beneath my feet
their fear distilled
into the trees
where the leaves
dance as their banners
and flags once did
in the cool breeze
a river of red where
they bled their last breath
now flows clear
no winners or losers here
the lush green foliage
tells the story of how
it is fertilised
by the bodies of men
who lost their lives
centuries ago
I can still feel them
in the landscape
they have grown
Written after a visit to Battle in East Sussex.
LeBobbe Apr 2023
I am sorry,
I can't express my words.
My lips doesn't move.
I always feel I should say it in a hurry,
My eyes are getting blurred.
I... I.. haven't improved.

Your rage is justified.
I can only look and listen.
My reasons are invalid.
Our thoughts has been misaligned.
Your compassion was suddenly hidden.
I am in presence where my logic forbid.

We walk through the dark streets home.
I only heard your voice passing through.
My heart aches with each passing phrase.
Together... we.. roam.
Every command I would do.
My bowed down head's been raised.

I said nothing at the gate.
I only stared at your fierce eyes.
I walked backed home quietly.
No words has been said.
A piece of me dies.
I... am.. sorry.
We all have hardships in our relationships. It's just that I have a hard time communicating. I am scared to say the wrong things.
Nigdaw Feb 2023
we build a bridge
one brick at a time
that will hold our weight

so we can run into
each others arms again
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