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Hanggang kailan mawawalan ng laya?
Para sa mga taong gapos ng lipunan
Eddie Apr 8
I love you.
My heart screamed for you alone from the moment we first drew breath.
How can you not see what I would do for you?
You're so beautiful.
I only wish to show you that.
Seeing you in the morning sets my soul afire.
The other girls i've been with, they are nothing.
Nothing, to what I see in you.
I long to hold you in my arms, keep you close.
Never let you go.
You don't seem to understand, the clothes I've bought for you, yes they may be a little..uh..skimpy but trust me!
You'll look great in them!
Declined offer after declined offer, you reject my advances.
Do I smell?
No, I'm sure you're just being too polite and would rather not waste my time.
I know I'm a great guy, but you're a great gal.
We're two of a kind, you and I.
It's so amazing that I met the love of my life right here at work.

Look.
I know I've been a little pushy, following you home,
but It's only to make sure you make it home alright.
Maybe I did find your number in the phone book and send you one..maybe 100 texts and calls, but it's only because I love you.
Why don't you see that?
I've done so much for you, and yet you throw it all away.
Is there something wrong with you?
Stop being such a ******* ***** and give in!

Oh, I see how it is.
I bet you're having *** with any guy you can, making sure to pass around all the STDs i'm sure you have.
I may be a ******, but it's because I'm saving it for the right person.
Unlike you.
You're so disgusting.
A nice guy like me is so much better off without an **** **** like you.

Wow, really dodged a bullet there, amiright?
I hope all those "nice guys" out here get a chance to read this poem. You truly are **** on the inside. each and every one of you.
Allison Mar 3
I misplaced my love
in you,
blame it on my
running away
and these too-big shoes.
I gave myself away
to the crowd,
Found comfort
in being diluted,
drowned out
in this generic loud,
in someone who's proud
of my shape-shifting,
chameleon-tongued sound.
I’ve been responding
to the wrong name.
Lately just
a look of loss
and the chest pressure
of shame.
Beloved mistakes hang
butchered,
in the mirror’s frame.
I found myself
in a **** shop,
without enough
to reclaim.
Em Jan 23
Let us take a gamble
You'll have nothing to lose
Only fun, only fun
I will swear to you.

Come and observe this fire!
It's not dangerous, you'll see
Run your hands, all over
The flames won't hurt thee.

Glide your hands over this knife
Feel the adrenaline course!
Your running blood of crimson
Your death you won't have to force.
i dunno what im doin
hewo
hewp
peer pressureeeee
Alec Nov 2018
It's great to be a part of a group.
It's great to have friends, to have support, to have fun.
It's great to be a part of a group.
Does it ever stop being great?
It's great to spend all your time with your group.
It's great to share all your secrets with your group.
When did it stop being great?
Did it stop when you pretended to like something because they all liked it?
Did it stop when you pretended to dislike something because they all disliked it?
Did it stop when you started doing things you swear you'd never do?
Did it stop when you stopped spending time with your family?
Did it stop when you started doing things the group thought were super awesome?
Or did it stop when you died because of those things?
It somehow came to my mind. It sounded better in my mind but I hope you like it anyway.
Trixia Aug 2018
the way i smiled outside
is the opposite of how i cry inside
the pain left me hanging
i couldn’t take it anymore
the pressure they all gave me
the thoughts and misconceptions
the society fed me
kept being toxic
all my efforts
were nothing but trash
i seemed unnoticed
and silently i waited for someone
to hear how much myself peaked at
that metal mask that hides
my identity
i talked about my flaws
at the mirror
shouting how much
sorrow i’ve been through
seeing my bloodshot red eyes
kept me wondering
am i that pitiful?
i am that small thing
in the big perfectionist world
i couldn’t accept myself
so i torn it apart
and left every bits and pieces
of the real me
i kept using all these
makeups skincare pills
just to hide the past
but it wasn’t enough
the expectations were as high as the skies
and i was on earth
i put all my best
but it still wasn’t enough
the oceans in my eyes
shows how much i’ve suffered all throughout
the years of judgement in the pits of hell
i am sorry for being sad
been always sorry
will always be sorry
for being who i am.
i don’t know how to be me anymore, it’s like being lost in a different crowd where i am the loser and everyone here is yet to **** me.
Tony Lee Ross Jr Apr 2018
Does it really matter how many people like my status on Facebook? Why do I delete posts that don't get any likes, as if what I said had to get peer approval to be real? I don't pose for the camera on Instagram to make a fan to get a heart, which I feel has turned to stone like I locked eyes with a gorgon, That heart is as fake as the comparison to the actual *****. It's okay if she's break my heart, I can afford to loan her, I'm an ***** donor.
c Mar 2018
tap the vein
the very flow
a fizzle-POP
the gears whir

dry-eyed in the garage
suckling that oaky rind
spin the clocks
if so inclined

the mothers plead
but She still calls for you
repo the lung
the liver too

this sickly sweet memory
this one too many
this cool kid
strutting streets in denim jeans

--
c
clem turner Jan 2018
greasy hair, but not too greasy
that I can't shape it,
dark circles, but no bags,

i'm okay with being unhygienic
if it's the cute kind

how do my disorders look today?
they're adorable until
you scream in class
and drop to the floor,
but now i know
not to do that anymore

or else no one will wanna be seen with me

sleep deprivation is okay if i'm able to walk
with swagger,
when my legs bounce
up and down during a test?
i feel like a real James Dean,

and my clothes can be disheveled
if they still match

i need to wear deodorant
but my shoes can look old,

i've seen too many posts
about boys that look hot
when they look like they haven't slept
in a week

well i haven't slept in three months
and i wonder when my self destruction
will be attractive enough
for you.
Eleanor Dec 2017
Am I good enough?
No.

I tell myself that I am not good enough.
I'm not good enough for my art teacher,
I'm not good enough for my french teacher,
I'm not good enough to be recognised,
I'm not good enough for my peers.

I'm not good enough for my friends,
I'm not good enough for my boyfriend,
I'm not as good as my brother,
I'm not good enough at my passions.

How can I be expected to believe in myself
when I have always been told that
I'm not good enough?
Supported by the few times I have believed in myself,
I have failed and been completely crushed.

I have taught myself to fear failure.
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