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AgerMCab Jan 2019
In a snap of time
You distract my mind
Been alone for so long
I don't need to belong
The walls that I build
The apathy that I skilled
How could Cupid hit me wrong
When I thought I was strong

In a snap of time
You reign in my life
In my mind and emotion
I filled with confusion
My mind wants to surrender you
But my heart is empty and blue
All these can't be possible
My heart isn't capable

In a snap of time
You flood my mind
A glimpse of your smile
Brings joy for a while
You invade my dream
Dream worth to redeem
That we have become one
Professing love that we won

In a snap of time
Dreams are my ally
Dreams are my only way
To follow your pathway
Through dreams I can wish
Your kiss I will cherish
If I can't fight this destiny
Shall I embrace it blindly?
An English Version of my other poem ISANG PITIK
Maeve Dec 2018
Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded
From the world in a tight hug.
A photograph captures my father’s love.
Gentle waves come home to shore, sloshing against the sand,
A constant in this changing land.

A sunset paints the azure sky,
And its fiery orb disappears into cool gray water.
A paradise in a different world,
Away from troubles and danger,
During innocent days I can no longer remember.

Blue balloons and princess gowns and smiles from ear to ear.
A sprightly girl, I put on shows for all to see.
My mom’s Elly May, and my dad’s Brown Eyed Girl;
He’d take me dancing in the living room and give me a good twirl.
These are the days I’ve come to miss,
And I wish I’d taken two bags of Oreos rather than one.

Friday night crime shows, or perhaps a girl with ruby shoes
My parents would welcome me into their arms for a movie or two.
Easy Sunday mornings and breakfast at noon
From the radio floats the constant loop
That is my dad’s signature tune.

I couldn’t wait to be older and live on my own,
Like the adults in the shows that I came to know.
I was always too busy, I was always too tired,
I put in more effort than was required.

Mistakes found me by the dozen, relationships suffered,
I wish I had swiped left before there was no more of me to offer.
Unsatisfied and hungry, ready for more,
I jumped on new freedoms when I saw the open door.

Now that I’ve grown in many a way,
I look back and think and wish I could stay
In one of those times where the horizon was clear
And decisions about college wouldn’t come up the next year.

I take bigger portions, I dress in my own style,
Who would’ve guessed beauty standards would grow
Far more than a mile.

I fear for my future, and I fear for my now.
I know I’d get through it if someone told me how.
My parents astound me in so many ways;
They do the unfathomable each and every day.
For a girl who can barely find her way home,
The world is a shark, looming with the unknown.

What lies in the future, no one can tell.
Before it gets better, it’s sure to be hell.
I don’t think I’m ready, and there’s so much at stake.
Perhaps I should be left in the oven to bake.

Everyone’s getting older; I wish it would stop.
I’d pay millions to the man who could turn back the clock.
I long for the good times, I long for simple days,
Yet I know no matter how many stars I wish on,
The now is here to stay.

I’ll smile and laugh about the future.
I’ll even put on a brave face,
But not for a second should you doubt
I’d rather be some other place.
I think the realization that you've grown up is something that is completely stupefying. For me, though, it's something that I've actively thought about for as long as I can remember. Humans are creatures of habit, and I'm sadly no exception. I wanted to share my struggle with my impeding independence with the world because I think that it is something that may resonate with a lot of people. We're all afraid to grow up and be on our own.
Vanessa luis Nov 2018
I was crawling in the shadows
hiding in the dark.
There you were to save me,
burning like a fire
You reached out and touched me
and I could finally feel.
My hand a glow, my heart in flames
This love of mine come back from the grave.
Marlo Cabrera Nov 2018
Look how far we’ve come.
from an idea, a desire we came from
materialized from conception and now have take form.

Life is fascinating
No matter how much I want to die
existence always amazes me.

Life is treads exactly on the boundary of reality and illusion.
What so real can seem so unreal.
Like the mist in the cold morning.
It exists for us to see but slowly disappears with no trace.

The past seems so distant and the future oh so near.

Sometimes I catch myself asking the questions of whether or not
the things in the past happened or if it was just a figment of my imagination.
Memories that I have crafted for myself.

Makes you wonder
what wisdom trees hold
as they withstood the test of time.
living and dying through the seasons

Memories they have kept as time did not stop.
I wonder if the trees ever miss the people who always pass by them
Their voices, their faces.

How every day must be a nostalgia trip as they live the present and the past at the same time.

Death still boggles me.
How one thing that used to be alive is no longer around.

Only records of them stay.
Pictures, videos, voice recordings
and their words immortalized in things like letters and poems.

How dead beings still walk the living present by nothing but records

Maybe I’m just thinking too much.
Maybe all of this doesn’t make sense.

Maybe this pale form of a poem is just a way to convey a feeling
that we have not come up a name for.

A feeling stronger than Nostalgia
but weaker than being sentimental.

I don’t know.

I maybe be gone tomorrow.
Maybe in a few minutes.

I too will become something that is and will turn into what was.

Who knows.
I guess life really is a mystery.
JT Oct 2018
There was a cloud in the sky.
I looked up and it was a heart.
It beat with the wind and took its time to grow.

You sleep in me. Silent in your dreams.
We dream together of journeys through waters and coffees and stars.
The curve of your nose is like half of a heart.

My nose isn't the right shape.

But you dream on. Oblivious and aware.
I say the words and they echo.
The vibrations fall as I do.
And you catch me. I am light enough.
To fall like a devil into the arms of an angel.

We look back down and into each other's eyes.
The cloud is no longer there.
it's hard to believe that I'm so in love with you
Marcell Metrovik Oct 2018
Flashing yellow lights echoing into the night
Neither the raging fires or the calming greenfields could fight against the darkness
The system is broken even if only for a split second
The regular ways are gone
You are free now
Don't be confused
You can pass anytime
You can do anything
Nüx has fought for the freedom of your mind
Live with it
You can be unseen now
The owl-light of the streets lets you hide away
Yellow
Yellow
Yellow
Flashing, rithmically yet somehow abnormal in a strange, odd pattern
It's 2 am
I am sitting in the middle of the city
Not even cars bother going around
All the baggers are asleep now
Drenched in the **** from their last beer
The moon covers them
She sees no difference
She is just the silent lover of the sun
Never appreciated enough
She always has some love to give to the ones thought to be long forgotten
It's a silent sunday night
Silent but not calm
Its not calm because there is a rebel going on
The system is down
All colors are pale now
Only yellow echoes into the nothingness
Crying for a new order
And it happens every night
Lemon flavoured chaos
The Van Gogh kinda crazy yellow
But somehow less vibrant
Somewhat like the cornfield, where the master shot himself in the head
Yellow
Yellow
Yellow
Every night it conquers the city
Whispering about a secret revolution
Flashing for incessant seeming hours
But then Nüx always wants more
She can never have enogh
She wants all the colors
all the lights
all the beauty of our world
My dear Blackhole Sun can never be satisfied
She declares war at every dusk
Just to be beaten a few hours later by the shining golden god
Going like this forever
Basically an old couple
Facing the same old fears
Again
And again
Because despite all the hate
And wars, sins, scars and suffering
They love each other
Yellow
Yellow
Yellow
As the pale tears of Isis hit the ground
Causing little yellow earthquakes in every streetlamp
Having her only time to shine
Crying mad
Without a single word
She is free
We all are
But why?
Rose Amberlyn Sep 2018
memories can repeat,
like a catchy song on the radio.
stuck in your head,
missing some verses,
but the chorus is strong.

whiskey can help,
just for a bit.
Hoping it passes,
and biting my lip.

I guess I'll wait.
Marcell Metrovik Sep 2018
Your breathing is magic to me
Also my breathing is magic too
The empty streets at 3 am with yellow lights flashing and echoing into nothingness
A tiny hidden unexplored island in the middle of the ocean
A silent lovely little lake in the mountains surrounded by the oldest trees
The mystery filled jungles full of things you yet have to find
The endless blue sky being travelled by a tiny little plane
Can't you feel the magic between these lines?
And it's nothing more than your brain painting beautiful pictures
Nothing more than the truest desires of a human
Just peace
Our whole existance is magic
Just think of it
What are the odds of such a world like this existing?
With your little spirit just being a new born in it
The trees know more than you
The mountains know more than the trees
And the stars know more than all of us
But i can look at the stars
And when i am looking at them i feel like we are equal
Just old friends talking
No words needed
Please tell me you can see the magic
It is all around us
Life is magic
Scientifically it is nearly impossible that such world could ever exist again
It is irrational
With all that is built and with all that is created
With all that is living and with all that is dead
And with all that is eternal and with all that is not
What is it if it's not magic?
Please tell me you feel it
You....
You silent little thing breathing slowly and peacefully next to me
I wonder what are you dreaming about right know
Overall dreams are nothing more than our soul trying to make us believe in magic
I can feel your your warmth, your soft skin, your hair on my face
I can feel your heart keeping you alive, working hard every moment just to keep this beauty working
I hope you will finally see the magic around us
Science just helps it
The more we know the more amazing it gets
Think of it
Think of every little cell in you, of each molecule that's a part of your unique and breathtaking person
How unlikely it is?
And we still don't know anything
What would you call it if not magic
I am happy with seeing all the beauty of the world
It makes me fulfilled
It makes me calm and peaceful
The cycle shall never end
Marcell Metrovik Sep 2018
I am walking in a garden of roses
They are beautiful, as they are blooming filled with color and life
They could take anyone's breath away
But not mine
To me they are all the same
To me they are just flowers
Because i am searching for one rose
The one that i can never find
Being in the depths of the dirt
Maybe some new roses has grown out of her
But they can never be as breathtaking as she was
The most beutiful rose of them all
She has withered many years ago
I remember when i first saw her
She was full of sharp thorns, yet she was enchanting, almost...
Almost inviting me to go there to take a bath in her mesmerizing blue aura
That day she was as blue as the sky in a fresh spring morning
I dived into her sky flooting all over it
Without even my recognition i became enlighted as never before
Then Nüx has blessed the azure with her captivating, yet dangerous kiss
But i promised her to come back once every month
The next month when i saw her she looked like a river in the deepest woods
Then one month later she looked liked a small lake on the top of a snowy mountain
Then she looked like a never ending ocean
Then she looked like a stormy night
And everytime when i saw her she got a bit darker
She was still fetching but she has changed
She wasn't that playful and lovely anymore
Then one day when i went to see her all i could see was her black petals and her dead flowers battleing with the old pictures in my mind of her blooming with turquise clarity
So i got my self a knife
And i cut her blackened throat
I was bleeding all over because of her spikes but i didn't care
I digged her a grave in the middle of the garden of roses
Put her in to the dirt and covered her with my tears and blood
It was exactly ten years ago
Now i am free again and i came back here
And yes i am sure
The last time alive she was just as black as the dirt around her now
As the garden of roses surrounds us i can feel their jealous looks
But i don't care about it
I just lay my head next to grave
Next to my beloved one
And now i am just as black as the dirt too
And i will stay here with her
Forever now
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