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I AM HER Feb 4
At sa pagkakataong ito,
doon ko na-realize na ubos na ubos na ako.
دema Jan 31
here's the thing about looking
onto windows at night,
you suddenly come to realize the world
in its separate yet inescapable three dimensions,
you see not only your own reflection,
but over and beyond,
you pause from blinking
and for an abrupt of an instant,
your life flashes before your eyes,
you see all of the scenes so clearly
acted out by a vivid yet an accurate reflection,
you start to remember the meticulous shade
of a sky that your cheeks were touched by,
the thickness of a boy's pride that made you
wish the world existed in only one dimension,
you feel the pain that filled the veins
of a cracked floor you once walked on,
your lips lift to form a smile a stranger
threw at you from a stage you wanted to be on,
and in this peripheral gazing,
you exist in two dimensions
stuck in between what the window
entails at day and at night.
Xaela San Jan 21
What if I die tomorrow?
What if I die now?

What if it was the truth?
What if it was a lie?

What if (s)he is the one?
What if (s)he is not the one?

What if I go right?
What if I go left?

What if.....?
What if..?
What if.?


Such simple questions
yet a complicated realizations.
What if?
Paras Bajaj Jan 15
I chased you a lot,
but now I am done.
Today I have realised
that you are not the one.

I loved you a lot,
but now I am done.
Today I have learned
I have lost, not won.

I suffered a lot,
but now I am done.
Punished by your past,
we’d never stand as one.

—Poetry by Paras
Katie Miller Jan 1

I’m walking through the halls
Trapped in by suffocating walls
I’m walking through the doors
Over the decaying floors
Who has walked through them?
And where were they walking from?
A broken desk
Or a secluded bathroom stall?
Memories and laughter or
Tears and sobs evermore?
Have these hallways heard confessions?
Or witnessed just depression?
Have they made memories of laughter ?
Have these windows shown truth of all of the lies?
Or only a glimpse of an aggravated sunrise?
Are the walls shrines of the past?
Holders of all questions asked?
If the curtains wave in the gentle autumn breeze
Is there still an ill wanted disease?
The dilapidated ceiling watched over inhabitants
Still built perfectly built but falling apart
And visitors that were seen as contaminants
The unwanted one
The one no one would notice if they were gone
The same one that screamed for help here
For anyone to be near
Or the one who was popular
A class A top gossiper
The one with a sharp tongue
But no one knows that it’s wrong
The hallways whisper the secrets
Of their strongest weakness
The halls tell the stories they may
Of friends on their departing highway
And the friends who are just meeting
Smiles, laughter and a warm greeting
I’m walking through the halls
Trapped in by suffocating walls
I’m walking through the doors
Over the decaying floors
Waiting for a voice to hear
For anyone to show they're near
Waiting here forever
I won't leave this place, never
I wrote this poem after someone in our school committed suicide. I didn't know him too well, but it was still upsetting and shocking. As I was walking down the halls, I realized all these different things: he walked through that door, that was his locker, he laughed in this hallway, he ate at one of these lunch tables. I'm hoping that this poem describes all of this with just words.
Sienna Oct 2018
you put everything you had into someone else
of course your soul is crying
Robin MacCuish Oct 2018
Sometimes I know you don’t know me
You don’t respect me
You accept me like blank stares and awkward silences in dinning rooms
Where I trust you to be to support me
I fall on the unforgiving dirt road of denial

I finally get myself now
Where on the map I am
You my compass
I understand now
You will always lead me away
From blue sky’s to grey

I know now where all my insecurities came to be
Where they grew their roots thick and deep around my soul

The map I read makes it all to clear to see
Marthin Sep 2018
The sun rose once more, but not the same as the past ones, I face the day not knowing what will happen, but something’s gone and missing and I know that it’s better for me to move on and face forward, not because I want to, but I need to. Maybe we aren’t and maybe we can’t, your sight was never on me and will never be. I was just a Repairman that you only needed at the moment, but as all Repairmen do once they finish repairing something, they relinquish it back to it’s own place, And your place is not with me. You belong to be free and be able to choose what you want and what makes you happy, and I know that I’m not one of those, and I accept that. I hope that he makes you smile more than I do, I wish that he loves you genuinely like I do too. I’ll be lying if I said that I don’t want to forget this feeling, but you can never forget the feeling you felt for someone that made your heart beat with happiness and serendipity, you can only find a love that exceeds the past feelings that you felt, and it *****. Cause I know that these feelings takes a long time to be suppressed. Maybe you’re just a person who came into my life to only serve as a lesson and not a destination.
Penguin Poems Sep 2018
I finally get it
I finally do
I finally understand what I did to you
Maybe not all of it,
but enough to know that I need to apologize.
After seeing it happen with my own eyes,
I know that I talked too much,
I know that you didn't understand why I did,
or why I needed to,
and I didn't listen to you
when you tried to explain you didn't want to.

And I know all disputes have multiple faults,
and I'm not going to take them all,
but I understand why I need to take most.

We both always said communication was key,
I neither of us had the same ones though, did we?
Sometimes you need to own up to mistakes even if you think it might be the wrong choice. Once you've cleaned up your side of the road, you can move on. And it feels great.
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