anne r May 13
Nang ‘di masilayan ang iyong mukha,
Ako’y tila ba nanlumo’t nanghina.
Salitang “mahal kita”,
Bakit ba ‘kay hirap sabihin?

Nakita ko ang iyong litrato,
Kailan pa naging ganoon kaliwanag ang mga ngiti mo?
Na para bang ito’y konektado,
At kumikislap ‘yan mga mata mo.

Abutin mo ang aking kamay,
Halina’t sabay tayong maglakbay,
Laban sa mundong puno ng lumbay,
Ikaw at ikaw pa rin,
Ang nais na makasama, habang buhay.
I scribbled some words on the edge of a napkin
Hoping at home they would make sense to read
But all I could see was disjointed confusion
And perhaps that was all that I ever could need
Kush Feb 13
I see war movies
in the night a little late
That's only place I find
People with greater pain

I see it when I'm sad
I see it when I feel disabled
I see it when I need pals
I see it to feel less miserable

I saw a man in wildfire
And another burning it
There was one in vicious smoke
There was one making it

I saw the little devil blast
I saw lots of flying metal
I saw men killing fellow men
And it squinched my heart a little

Men lost their lives in war
Some only died half
Curse with a lot worse
They'll have to die in parts

Love doesn't pierce your flesh
Or leave any visible scars
But for I know and all I know
I'd rather be at war
Nylee May 2017
Stuck with the same thoughts ,
How will I conjure something new ?
Feeling nothing different ,
What should I scribble about ?
Using same pattern ,
I have done this before .
Seanathon May 2017
I’d place this song between your ears
Your fingers in-between my own
I’d turn this world of our inside-out
And Upside-down
Just to find you a place that you'd call home
Chris Kasper - To someone you don't know
Shruti Gauba May 2017
I am a dusty letter,
a piece of paper layered with ink,
but if you believe I'm nothing more
then it's time that you rethink.
For I carry along with me
emotions locked within a heart,
that were scribbled upon a paper
with a stamp for it to depart.
Then this paper reaches a site,
drops some words left unsaid
or tells stories of bitter past,
so some tears are always shed.
And that's my only purpose,
making lost connections better.
So if you've got few secrets to reveal,
then grab a pen and write a letter.
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