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unnamed Mar 12
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I'm gonna go buy a gun
Cause I wanna go have some fun
Been a while since I felt the sun
Plenty of money but still a total ***

Tasting some steel deep in my throat
Scratch my ******* on a splintered boat
Fill me with whiskey till my stumache explodes
Sack me with stones till I no longer float

Always care too much and get hurt
Every time I get a little more burnt
What you looking at, ****?
Elizabeth Brown Nov 2018
i am so
meticulously,
ridiculously
In love with you.
You ever have one of those thoughts that just pops into your head randomly and then your mind just plays it on repeat until you get it down? Just me? Kay.
Ilang buwan na pala
Simula nung nawala ka
Di rin nagtagal diba?
Kase naman, ako lang yung nagseryoso sa ating dalawa

May mga oras nga na naaalala kita
Pero minsan gusto ko na lang kalimutan ka
Ayoko na kasing mamroblema pa
Sa dinami-rami ba naman ng iniisip ko, dadagdag ka pa ba?

Alam kong ako ang sinisisi mo
Kung bakit humantong tayo sa ganito
Eh kase naman kung di ka lang sana
nag gago,
Edi sana sayo parin ako

Kaya't wala kang maisusumbat
Dahil una sa lahat, hindi ka naging tapat
Kung nakukulangan ka sa inakala
kong sapat,
Sana sinabi mo kaagad, hindi yung ipinagpalit mo ako sa isang babaeng flat

Oo ganito lang ako,
Mataba, panget, sige sabihin mo lahat ng kapintasan ko
Pero hindi ako bobo
Para magpaka martir sa isang kagaya mo

Pasensya na kung nasaktan kita sa mga nasabi ko
SORRY, pero gago mas nasaktan mo ako!
Hanggang ngayon nandito parin ang mga markang iniwan mo
Dito, nandito sa sugatan kong puso

Nag Flashback lahat ng ala-ala,
Nung nakita ulita kita kanina
Grabe masaya kana pala talaga
Kaya di na kita guguluhin pa

Mukhang may kasama ka nanamang bago
Ano yan bagong malalandi mo?
Naghaharutan pa sa daan itong dalawang to
Sakit nyo sa mata, sarap nyong isako!

Kaya sinasabi ko sainyo
Na hindi porke gwapo ay agad mo ng sasagutin ng OO
Dahil sa una lang yan seryoso
Sige ka, bandang huli ikaw rin ang talo
Ayon! SKL sainyo
Salamat sa pansamantalang kilig at saya
Wynter Sep 2018
Noong nakita ka nung Agosto ako'y nahumaling
Sana pala ay hindi nalang ako nagising
Manatili nalang sana akong lasing
O ikulong ang sarili sa gitna ng apat na dinding

Ang puso ko ay nadudurog
Habang ang buong mundo ay natutulog
Sa gabing ito ay gusto kong masunog
Bakit ba pagmamahal ko sayo'y hindi maalog

Kaya kong maghintay ngunit huli na pala
Ikaw lang ang nasa isip ko ng isang dekada
Nalilito, nababaliw, nilalabas lahat sa tula
Hindi na ba titigil itong mga luha

Ikaw mula noon, ikaw hanggang ngayon
Marahil ako ay napag-iwanan ng panahon
Kung magiging akin ka ako'y higit pa sa kampeon
Ngayon lahat ng damdamin ko'y ikakahon

Ano pa ba ang magagawa ko at masyado na'kong huli
Imposible naman ako'y iyong mapili
Mahal parin kita hanggang sa huli
Hanggang sa magkita tayong muli

Noong nakita ka nung Agosto ako'y nahumaling
Sana pala ay hindi nalang ako nagising
Manatili nalang sana akong lasing
O ikulong ang sarili sa gitna ng apat na dinding
Tula para sa babaeng mahal ko ngunit wala ng pag-asang muling maging akin.
Lorem Ipsum Nov 2017
If I should have a daughter, instead of Mom, she's gonna call me Point B,
because that way she knows that no matter what happens,
at least she can always find her way to me.
And I'm going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands,
so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say,
"Oh, I know that like the back of my hand."
And she's going to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face,
wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach.
But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry.
So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn't coming,
I'll make sure she knows she doesn't have to wear the cape all by herself.
Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers,
your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I've tried.
"And, baby," I'll tell her, "don't keep your nose up in the air like that.
I know that trick; I've done it a million times.
You're just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house,
so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him.
Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place,
to see if you can change him."
But I know she will anyway, so instead I'll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby,
because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can't fix.
Okay, there's a few heartbreaks that chocolate can't fix.
But that's what the rain boots are for.
Because rain will wash away everything, if you let it.
I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, because that's the way my mom taught me.
That there'll be days like this.
♫ There'll be days like this, my momma said. ♫
When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises;
when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape;
when your boots will fill with rain,
and you'll be up to your knees in disappointment.
And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you.
Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.
You will put the wind in winsome, lose some.
You will put the star in starting over, and over.
And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.
And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty **** naive.
But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar.
It can crumble so easily,
but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.
"Baby," I'll tell her, "remember, your momma is a worrier, and your poppa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more."
Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things.
And always apologize when you've done something wrong.
But don't you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.
Your voice is small, but don't ever stop singing.
And when they finally hand you heartache,
when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street-corners of cynicism and defeat,
you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.

-Sarah Kay
Sarah Kay is an American poet. Known for her spoken word poetry, Kay is the founder and co-director of Project V.O.I.C.E., founded in 2004, a group dedicated to using spoken word as an educational and inspirational tool. (Wikipedia)
Lorem Ipsum Nov 2017
If you grow up the type of woman men want to look at,
You can let them look at you.
But do not mistake eyes for hands or windows or mirrors.
Let them see what a woman looks like.
They may have not ever seen one before.

If you grow up the type of woman men want to touch,
You can let them touch you.
Sometimes, it is not you they are reaching for.
Sometimes it is a bottle, a door, a sandwich, a Pulitzer — another woman.
But their hands found you first.
Do not mistake yourself for a guardian or a muse or a promise or a victim or a snack.
You are a woman — skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat.
You are not made out of metaphors, not apologies, not excuses.

If you grow up the type of woman men want to hold,
You can let them hold you.
All day they practice keeping their bodies upright.
Even after all this evolving it still feels unnatural.
Still strains the muscles, hold firms the arms and spine.
Only some men will want to learn what it feels like to curl themselves into a question mark around you,
Admit they do not have the answers they thought they would by now.
Some men will want to hold you like the answer.
You are not the answer.
You are not the problem.
You are not the poem or the punch-line or the riddle or the joke.


Woman, if you grow up the type men want to love,
You can let them love you.
Being loved is not the same thing as loving.
When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean after years of puddle jumping.
It is realizing you have hands.
It is reaching for the tightrope when the crowds have all gone home.

Do not spend time wondering if you are the type of women men will hurt.
If he leaves you with a car alarm heart, you learn to sing along.
It is hard to stop loving the ocean even after it has left you gasping — "salty."
So forgive yourself for the decisions you've made.
The ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night and know this:
Know you are the type of woman who is searching for a place to call yours.
Let the statues crumble.
You have always been the place.
You are a woman who can build it yourself.
You are born to build.

-Sarah Kay
Sarah Kay is an American poet. Known for her spoken word poetry, Kay is the founder and co-director of Project V.O.I.C.E., founded in 2004, a group dedicated to using spoken word as an educational and inspirational tool.
Sha Aug 2017
Hassle.
Nagsulat si Fidel,
Pero anong nangyari?
Walang napala sa isang daang tula,
Luha ang kapalit at sakit ang sinapit
Dahil pinilit ang gusto pero ang gusto niya ay pumili ng iba.

Kaya hindi na kita gagawan ng isang daang tula.
Titigil na dito sa pang pito at hindi na tutuloy sa walo.
Talo.
Talo lang din naman kahit umabot pa ng singkwenta,
Dahil hindi naman benta sayo ang mga pakulo,
Ang mga salitang kinumpila para iparating na ika'y gusto.

Ano na nga ba ang gagawin ko?
Ititigil na ang pag titig sa litrato,
Lalabanan ang isipan na pagbulay-bulayan ang mga dahilan
kung bakit hindi maaring maging tayo.

Piniling hindi ka na alayan ng 'sang daang tula.
Piniling alisin ka sa aking haraya.
Pinipiling maging malaya.
Magpapaubaya.

Pero minsan talaga
'Di mapigilan magsulat ng isa pa
At isa pa,
Hanggang sa nakakatawa na
Dahil umabot na pala sa isang daan ang mga tula.
Nakiki 100 Tula-inspired poem
CRESTINE CUERPO Aug 2017
Simula noong ako'y bata pa,
Iba ang iyong pagpapahalaga,
Paulit-ulit kong itong nadarama,
Isang pag-aaruga,
Na hindi kayang tumbasan ng anong halaga,

Sa panahon na ako'y nagkakasakit,
Ako'y iyong pinipilit,
Di ba't sinabi **** kailangan kong kumapit?
Manalangin sa Maykapal ng mahigpit,
Sapagkat pag-asa'y hindi niya ipagkakait.

Di mo man sa akin sabihin,
Ito'y aking napapansin,
Di mo man banggitin,
Alam kong ika'y nasasaktan din,
Nahihirapan,
Puso mo'y lumuluha,
Kaya't ang tangi kong dalangin,
"Panginoon ako'y inyo na lamang kunin."
Kung kapalit  naman nito'y pasakit at suliranin,
Di ko kayang makita si Papa na ako'y  nagiging pasanin,
at kanyang babalikatin.

Papa ika'y mahalaga sa akin,
Naalala ko pa ang pagkakataong ako'y nagiging malungkutin,
Niyakap mo ako kaya't ako'y nagiging batang masayahin,
Ang halik mo sa akin,
Kaysarap damhin!
Init ng pagmamahal na hindi kayang sukatin!

Pag-ibig na kahit saan kaya kong dalhin,
Habang buhay kong gugunitain,
Himig ng pagmamahalan natin!

O kaysarap dinggin!
Ang tiwala **** sa akin ay hinabilin,
Bagkus ko itong pagyayamanin,
Hinding-hindi ko ito sasayangin,
Habang buhay ko itong pupurihin,
Hanggang sa ito ay magniningning!

100 na tula alay ko sayo!
Ika'y isa sa magiging pahina nito,
Laman ka ng aking nobela,
Na hindi maipagkakailang-----
Ako'y sa'yo at ika'y akin lamang!
Ang tulang ito ay para sa magiting kong ama. Napaka mati-ising tao, at handang magsakripisyo para sa pamilya.
Mabuhay ka aking ama! Mahal na mahal kita.
Anivel Aidan Jun 2017
I'll miss you
I'll always miss you
Even when I don't.
The first time you left, I was so overwhelmed by my anger and hatred that I didn't consider your side of the story. This time, after our conversation, I was hit by a river of sadness when I saw you leaving. At first, I didn't really thought much about it, since I've always known you'd leave our country. But then suddenly 'How To Save A Life' came on and I haven't heard the song in forever and I sat down, thinking about what happened and what could've happened. I don't know if we will ever meet again, but know that I will always remember you even when I'm devoid of color. Cause we're ripped at every edge but we're still a masterpiece.
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