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I'm just your ***** little secret
Something you want
But are ashamed of having
I'm meant to be there when you want me
And that's it.
Nothing more
All I am is your ***** little secret
Why do I let this happen over and over again
"you are not just a secret
you are a secret worth keeping"
Yeah. *******. Right

Dont feed me that crap
Not when you are just going to
Make me feel like **** for wanting to talk to you
You never ******* change
And I am stuck loving you
Yet I wouldn't have it any other way
Being your toy is better than not having you around at all
Gab May 2015
I feel like ****. But not quite.
My mind stirs
Stirs and stirs
Until mush is made.
Is this the equivalent
of ****?
Isn't that what
Art is?
Excrements from our
our own poor souls.
My mind stirs
Stirs and stirs
**** ok this was just out of impulse ahaha im embarrassing
ESP May 2015
A lot of poems was written
For you
I wrote
A lot of words

I have never been satisfied
I have never been contented
I have depicted my affection afore
I have never moved on

Because somehow
I simply need some words
Not from myself
But from you
To me

It's like a demand
I know, I demand you shamelessly
To write something
For me

It's like if I peruse those rhymes
I might die
It's like if I peruse those proses
I might live forever


I tell you honestly
I still love you wholeheartedly
This ***** that pumps
Still screaming your name

Words
They are dear to me
It's an honor
To have a word
From you
My beloved
Go on
Tear me down
Watch me fall apart
Watch me crumble away
Beneath your horrible words
And turn me into the dirt you are
Because someday someone isn't going to
And you'll be left with a mouth full of **** and
A shovel digging your final resting place so you may rot
Mesmed Jausa May 2015
je n'ai pas une femme
mais je n'ai pas une cigarette

j'ai l'histoire pour le manque extraordinaire
mais je n'ai pas une cigarette

j'ai vive sans un moment placide
sans le sang de les innocents
mais je n'ai pas une cigarette

je n'ai pas une femme
et je n'ai pas une cigarette
Elaenor Aisling May 2015
I hold nothing against you.
These spines are in my chest
clutched like a sacred heart grenade
with fingers too close to let the blood through.
Driven in desperation
cyclone of nonsense and the neurotic
marred by nothing and marred by all
and the red dash trenches
with no man's land slowly decreasing
but too many futile-over -the-tops
for far away victory.
Fruitless as the wavering charge
one step forward
two hundred back
Stalingrad psychosis.
Shell-shock guilt and the stark reality
of one's own mind and the prisons it builds.
Peace is a forgotten word
not even whispered in dreams.
Freedom drowned in the mud.
ESP Apr 2015
Umaga
Gigising at babangon
Ni hindi ko man lang
Narinig ang huni ng mga ibon

Umaga
Isusubo ang kakarampot
Na kanin
Na parang di ko nalasahan

Umaga
Na walang kapeng nahigop
Dahil kailangan ko ng
Pumunta roon

Umaga
Na makikita kong
Nakakunot sila
At hindi ko na napapansing
Ako na rin pala

Umaga
Uupo sa silya
Sisimulan ko na
Gusto ko ng matapos na

Tanghali
Parang ayaw ko na
Hindi ko na kaya
Tanghali pa lang pala

Tanghali
Hihigop ng kape
Walang tama
Isa pa

Tanghali
Bakit hindi pa matapos
Ang araw na ito
Wala pa palang kalahati itong
Tinatapos ko

Hapon
Ang saya nila
Anong pinag-uusapan nila?
Pwede bang sumali sa saya?

Hapon
Tangina
Wala na bang katapusan?
Sino ka para sabihan ako
Na tapusin ko na ito?

Gabi
Sa wakas
Malapit na
Kaunting tiis pa

Gabi
Na
Umalis na sila
Ako, nandito pa

Gabi
Ako na lang mag-isa
Pahingi ng tulong
Di ko 'to kaya mag-isa

Gabi
Nagpapasalamat sa langit
Pinatay ang ilaw
Buhay ang diwa
Masaya ang kaluluwa

Gabi
Kay raming tao
Hindi lang pala ako
Marami pala akong kasama
Hindi ako nag-iisa

Gabi
Nang maisip ko
Marami pa pala kaming
Nagpapaalipin
Sa lugar na ito
Sentro kung saan
Ang mga tao
Nagmamadali
Walang pansinan
Walang pakialamanan
Walang buhay
Walang kaluluwa

Gabi
Nang mapagtanto ko
Ayaw ko nito
Kasama nila
Nasaan ang kaligayahan ng puso?
Nasaan ang kalayaan ko?
Nasaan ang kalayaan nila?
May mararating ba?
Sila
Ako
Tayo
Itong tanong na ito
May mararating ba?
Tanong na lang ba talaga?

Gabi
Nang makarating ako
Sa aking lugar pahingahan
Nag-iisip
Natulala...


Umaga.
Bagay na ayokong mangyari sa susunod na mga taon.
What if I tell you that
This world is going to end
And that end is not too far,
You probably won’t believe me.
Allow me to take you to a journey
A journey to the end of the world.
A world without a hint of greenery.
A world with all sorts of armaments but no food and water.
A world congested with people.
A world infected with diseases.
A hot world on the verge of a cold war.
A world with numerous machines but no fuel to run.
A world with no shred of humanity.
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