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Gnat May 24
Philip K. What The ****.
It's here. Has been. In a fad.
I sit in a slit.

The calm of industrial evenings.
Back to the industry?
I never left.

You get clean. I get stuck.
Not that I never did want.
Cracks exist in everything.
Brief gaps in taken space.

Every crack leads from toe to head.
Every crack feeds on dusty crumbs.
Go Getter
mXc May 12
gabing hindi mapakali,
gustong humagolgol, ngunit walang luhang pumapatak,
sikip ng dibdib ay hindi maintindihan,
ilang kilometro na ang takbo ng isip,
ngunit ikaw lamang ang iniisip,
Papalayain na ba ang sarili?
o hahayaan nalang na magkusang mawala,
dahil nagmimistulang bangkay na at hindi na maramdaman ang muling umibig.
ang makita kang masaya na, ay akin ding kasiyahan,
mga katanungan ko'y hangang tanong nalang.
sinusubukang ngumiti tumawa ngunit, aking lamang pinaglalaruan ang aking sarili, dahil sa halip tuwa at saya ang aking maramdaman ay parang normal lang.
sa nakaraan nating ako lang ang nakakalam, na parang ako lang ang nakakaalala.
ito na nakakaramdam na pala ako ulit.
SAKIT pala ang aking nararamdaman, na ako'y napag iwanan na, na ako nalang ang nabubuhay sating nakaraan. TAKOT, na ako'y tuluyan mo na palang nakalimutan, TUWA na ikaw ay masayang masaya na, ngunit sana ang mga tanong gustong itanong saiyo, matuldukan na, pangamba ko lang ay hindi nanaman ito sagutin. pangamba ko din ay baka hindi mo na ako ituring na kahit parang kapatid lang, yon ay aking tanging hiling.
ngayon ay siguro panahon na para,
Palayain na aking SARILI,
ngayon luha na ngay bumuhos sa umagang gansa ng sikat ng araw,
at ngayon sa huling pagkakataon ipapadama sayo,
K. ikaw lang, mahal kita, minahal kita, at kung baliktarin man ang mundo at kung saan pwede na ang TAYO, K. mamahalain parin kita.
mahirap man sakin ngunit siguro ngay ito rin ang iyong inaantay ang,
Palayain na aking SARILI.
there's always someone who will never be YOURS, iloveyou more than anyone knows.
thanks, and i will always be your MACy.
Gnat May 7
I have no perspective, I
bring nothing new.
I absorb everything, I
am pressed to consume.

I consume. They press me,
to consume me, to imbibe,
to savor the flavor of
the fruits to their labor.

I'm impressed you haven't
yet guessed my game correctly.
(. . .rebranding. . .)
I'm impressed you haven't
yet guessed my game.

If I'm alive, then we're ******.
If I die, then you're ******.
Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die.
Ruth Apr 2
People thinks she is mean,
Some say she is hard,
But they just don’t know what it means
To be treated bad by the guy she trusted hard.

People say she have the heart of stone.
But they just don’t understand
She has to put her heart lock because
He doesn’t use his heart but use his Hand

She let go of her past and start something new
Became strong and fearless
But something blew
The fate been ruthless

The guy return to win her
But little did he know she is all New.
He buys ring for her and
Introduce her to all crew

But he still the same, full of promises less of action
Full of adjectives but less of verbs
He thinks he’s some kind of Prince Charming in some animation
That either make her day or leave her aching for days.

The queen doesn’t need a king
Let her reign the castle
And see how she nailed that thing
Without any hustle ;)

The so called “prince” left her
But she remain strong,
The charm he gave does not feed her
She took a hit through a ****
And realize where she truly Belongs

The girl that used to be beaten up by manipulations
Is now a Woman without fears
She deserved recognitions because
She learn to stand for herself without any gears!
This poem is for this girl, who’ve been into a rough time with her past. Wishing that she can find someone that will love her more than anything, because she deserves it
My whole life I've had a bar set just above my head,
and my only task was to grab it.
Written all over it was the rewards and success I would receive,
the admiration and honor, the love and recognition,
and all I would have to do was grab that bar.
So I tried.
I jump up and down,
reaching higher and higher,
I was inches away,
I was almost there,
I just had one more jump,
and then suddenly the bar got higher.
But I didn't give up,
each and everytime the bar got higher,
I learned to jump farther and farther.
But what I didn't realize is this that each time I jumped
I dug into the ground just a little more.
The bar wasn't rising,
I was just sinking,
I was digging my own hole of demise,
burying myself in this grave.
This wasn't my life,
this was a pit of self-hate,
a manipulative game that wrapped me around its finger with a disturbing ease.
I feel like I'm stuck in this hole,
trapped with no escape,
each attempt I make to grab this bar of expectation,
the worse all these thing get.
I look up at this bar with longing,
and then a question forms,
Who set this bar?
Why is it here?
Was it my parents?
My siblings?
My friends and family?
No. It came it to me suddenly,
like a punch to the face,
it is I who have set this bar upon myself,
it is I who is doing this.
No one else.
I put this expectation onto myself,
and I dug myself this cell.
Now I don't how to end this poem,
because it doesn't have an end really,
as long as I'm alive, I'll be fighting this battle,
and as long as I'm alive, I'll be writing.
So now I've written myself into a corner.
I'll believe this is what they call a conundrum. Huh.
Do you ever have those poems where you have exactly what you want inside your head, you have everything all perfectly laid out, and then it just all gets weird when you actually write it? that was basically this. I had an idea, the idea kinda went weird, and the end was just, I don't even know what I was doing there...
Cecelia Sep 2018
Barely a person
A person with no identity

Identity of a white room
Room is full
Full of bottled up energy

Energy to see something
Something we’d become

Become infinite
Infinite of attached identity

Identity of one
One leaves
Leaves and never comes back

Back to the start
Start of having no identity

Identity of a white room
Room is full
Full of pain.
September 17, 2018
Cecelia C.
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