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raquezha Nov 2017
Noong isang gabi,
habang hinahanap ang sarili,
natagpuan ang LIKHÂ.

Ako'y natuwa,
dahil nasa entablado sila,
silang mga pinapanood ko lang dati sa internet.
Isa sa mga dahilan kung bakit nagtatanghal
ang tulad kong hangal sa harap ng mga estranghero
at binabahagi ang mga dala-dala kong kwento.
Sila na mga nauna at nagbigay inspirasyon
na lalo pang magsulat at magbasa.
Mga mata'y unti-unti namulat
sa mga bagong imahenasyon,
mga leksyon, direksyon at iba't ibang kaalaman
na galing sa ating henerasyon.

Maraming salamat sa gabing inyong nilikha
para sa mga katulad kong naliligaw
at hindi alam ang patutunguhan.
Nagtagpuan kita.
Aking sarili nahanap kita.
Habang nakikinig sa iba't ibang berso
ay sumasayaw ang mga letra sa utak ko.
Habang lumilipad sa ere ang mga ritmo,
nakita ko ang sarili kong mga tula
na parang mga talang nahulog sa langit
papunta sa sa aking mga kamay
at dali-dali kong itinala sa aking puso
dahil kailangan kong ibahagi
ang sining na aking nabuo.

Hindi pa patay ang mga salita,
gamit ang lapis na hawak
mo sabayan mo akong lumikha mga katha.

Mapa kathang-isip o kathang-puso man ito
ay buhay sila at naghihintay sayo.
Hindi bulag ang mga tula,
kaya ka nitong titigan ka sa mata
hanggang sa magiba ang paligid mo't mawala ka nalang bigla. Hindi bingi ang mga obra, naririnig ka nito,
handang dumamay at unawain ang lahat ng pinagdadaanan mo.

Kaya maraming salamat sa gabing inyong binuo't nilikha.
Halika na, halik ka na, halika't sasamahan kita
sa patuloy na paglikha ng kinabukasan
para sa bayan, kultura, sining at sa iyong sarili,
ipagpatuloy ang nasimulan.
Ipagpatuloy ang sinimulan.

Noong isang gabi, habang hinahanap ang sarili,
natutunan ko kung pano ang magLIKHÂ @theartidope style.
raquezha Nov 2017
I write when I'm lonely or when I'm extremely happy.
Somewhere between just feels normal to me.
Then I ask myself what does normal mean to me anyway?
I then walk to my normal path on my way home.
I eat my normal meal. I sleep on my normal bed.
I wake up normally.
I use my normal toothbrush.
I walk on normal streets to work.
Then I suddenly stop and look curiously on the day sky.

How come I never seen this view?
Am I too happy?
Or too lonely?
Or maybe I'm becoming something else.

Normally I don't write like this.
Maybe I should try something else.
Normally doesn't mean much anyway.
**** life and all its delusional *****.

Do what you want to do and make the most out of it.
Stay focus.
Don't lose track.
Stay calm and keep everything under control.
Eventually everything will fall into their rightful places.
John AD Nov 2017
Living my life freely , but I hate the Society
They come to judge me , because of Insecurity
About my lifestyle,looks , and  also my Ability
They keep pulling me down ; Crab Mentality

How can I live with these people in the Society?
If 79% of People getting hypnotized by False Ideology
Ideology that affects Mass Hypnosis
To all people in our country

They are blinded by their own thoughts
Both feet entangled with hypnotizing roots
Until our bodies and mind are slowly rotting

Can you escape and Cure yourself from being blind?
Think about yourself , and leave your own thoughts behind
Someday we can teach ourselves to open our mind
raquezha Nov 2017
I'm not much of a reader
But if I do, I could've read you
Behind your lushful words
Are barbwire of letters
It felt like drinking alcohol
Satisfying my thirst
Resting inside my body
Consuming every bit of me
Tearing everything that's inside me
I should've known
You're trying to **** me
Without you knowing
"Another bottle" you said
And I drank my heart out
I drank as if it could be my last
Because I want to be your last
Hoping that what we have would last
But it didn't, Nothing lasts forever
Those who believe it are fools
I guess you can call me one too

I'm not much of a reader
And I'm glad I'm not
Because If I could read you
I wouldn't have guts to tell you
That your words are hurting
And it is still getting out of my skin
You see, I got these scars
From your words
crawling out of my body

Since you've been gone
I grew tired of hearing
Endless tape recordings
Of mundane problems
Since you've been gone
I became a reader
Much more of a listener
I read peoples faces
How their eyes widen
When they smell fear
How the edge of their mouth
Touches their ears
Whenever they are happy
But most importantly
You freed me from the
Chainless chain of memories
Greeting me every morning
With unpleasant memory

Since you've been gone
I became truly happy
L S O Oct 2017
Ang salita ng hari ay apoy
na nagpapainit sa pugon
ng kawalang-katarungan,
nagpapakulo sa bituka
ng balikong lipunan

kung saan ang kampeon
ng disiplina
ay nagiging kampon
ng pagmamalabis,
at ang pagtakbo ng hustisya
ay nauungusan na
ng pagtakbo ng mga nasisiil.

At sa gitna ng kaguluhan,
sa gitna ng katahimikan
ng karamihan,
mas lumalakas ang loob
ng masasamang-loob,
at lalong lumalago
ang masasamang damo.

Sindilim na ng gabi
ang tanghaling tapat,
sa panganib na ngayo'y
wala nang pinipiling oras

at ang buhay na iyong
pinagkaingat-ingatan,
baka bukas sa kalsada'y
isang mantsang pula na lamang.
Ambiguous Frizz Oct 2017
Nababagot, bagot sa buhay
Buhay na noon'y makulay

San naparoon

Mga ngiting tunay
Mga salitang nagtulay
Sa loob at sa iba

San naparoon

Ang malawak na ideya
Imahinasyon o nobela

Nariyan lang sila
Sa dulo ng daliri
Sa gilid ng labi

Hanapin mo
At iyong makikita

Nababagot, bagot sa buhay

Hindi na, parating na

May makikita ka
Na wala sa iba

Hindi na, parating na

Damdamin
Galak
Halakhak

Nariyan na
Sa loob, sa paanan
Sa iyong mga mata
My first published poem in my native tongue -- tagalog. Filipino language is beautiful, syllabical. Hope another Filipino stumbles and feels with my first tagalog poem.
anj Oct 2017
If you would get to see my mind
You would see how hard I try
How hard I try to put different masks on everyday
Just to feel alright.

You would get to hear how i'm battling myself
How I plan my own death every night
And how hard it is for me to forget that there are people
People who love, and care for me.

You would get to feel, feel what I've been feeling
The sadness inside me, i'm slowly getting used to it
The battles inside me are endless
And you, you would die inside my mind

My mind is so deep, deep as the ocean
So many endless battles, between me and society
These oceans you can't swim
Because you care less
And even the people close to me
Can't notice these oceans inside me
So I wrote this poem randomly because I've been battling depression ever since I was a kid. The thought of me not being understood by the people that are close to me and the people that I love really breaks me the most. Also, I've tried so hard to make those people happy in many ways but the only thing they give back to me is more heartbreaking.  till now, I still suffer from it and this is a battle that the only winning solution is to feel the people who are suffering from this state to. Depression isn't just a word, it's more than that. I WILL not quit this battle. I will fight and I know I can.
May Oct 2017
I'm from a country
where people are friendly
No matter where you go
we always say "hello"

From a place where violence is terrible
Even innocent people are getting in trouble
You will always hear shooting and killing on the news
People are confuse, is power being abuse and misuse?

I'm from a farm
where I learned to be alarmed
especially when calamities come;
This is where I grew up
with my grandmother who raised me up
Sadly, God took her above.

I'm from a photo album filled with memories
that I'll never forget
till the day I lay into a casket
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