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Typewriter1 Aug 2023
Maybe

i brought one ticket to my grad, knowing he won’t be there knowing imma be sitting in a seat looking at the door just hoping that maybe he will walk through and maybe this was a dream maybe we didn’t break up maybe he still cares, maybe my family will stop asking how he’s doing because he’s with you. Just maybe I could be happy again. Maybe the nights won’t continue to seem long maybe my days are filled with smiles maybe I will always have him on my mind. Maybe that one day I’ll be able to forgive myself for letting you go. Maybe I won’t be the one crying myself to sleep, crying and begging my friends on why he left, just maybe I’ll find peace in all this chaos and maybe I’ll be me again.
Just maybe.
Andrei Corre Aug 2021
Hindi agad nagtama ang mga mata natin kaya naman
'Di ko akalaing magkukrus ang mga landas natin
Alam mo 'yong: 'makuha ka sa tingin'?
Ang ginawa mo'y hinablot mo 'ko sa kada titig na
Dadampi sa aking gawi—'di ko pinapansin
Ngunit nang magsimula na ang tugtog ay siyang kusang
Pagdidikit ng mga palad natin. Bawat hakbang,
Sabay ang galaw ng ating katawan
Ito siguro ang pakiramdam ng nalutang sa buwan

Binibigay ka ng mga ningning sa mga mata mo:
Ang mga lihim na nakayukom sa puso mo
At sa mapupula **** labi ko narinig ang
Sinabi ****: ganiyan din ang nararamdaman ko
Ang lakas ng tibok ng puso ko, nakakabingi
Kung alam mo lang na ito ang dalangin gabi-gabi
Kaya ang sabi ko, wala na akong pakialam pa
Kung sa balikat hahawak o sa bewang ba
O kahit pareho pa tayong nakapalda
Basta isasayaw kita hanggang sa ako'y
Maputulan ng hiniga

Ikaw ang kaharap ko, wala akong pag-aalala
Kahit pa ramdam ko ang mga mata nila sa'ting dalawa
At mas maingay pa ang bulungan
Kaysa awit ng banda
O kahit ilang tapak pa ang gawin mo sa aking paa
Hindi ko bibitawan ang kamay mo; hayaan mo
Mapapagod din sila

Basta ako, alam ko ang mahalaga: ikaw ang mahalaga
Ang pakiramdam ng hininga mo sa balat ko
Ito ang mahalaga, ang pagyapos mo sa'king kaluluwa
Habang inaangkin natin ang magdamag, ito ang mahalaga

Iyan ang mga sinabi ko noong gabi ng pagtatanghal
Pero huwag ka sanang mabibigla
Hindi ito madadaan sa isang sambitla o kahit
Maupo pa 'ko upang ilahad sa 'yo lahat
Hindi ko rin alam kung saa't kailan nagsimula
Ang alam ko lang, dito ako ipinadpad
Ng agos na pilit kong nilabanan
At sa tuwing maglalakbay, ang anino mo ang
Laging nadadatnang tumatakbo palayo sa kalawakan
Pero saglit lang, 'di ko alam kung ako ba'ng may kasalanan
Sa walang hanggan nating habulan
Na para bang tayo'y laging pinagtatagpo upang
Tunghayan ang sakit na dinudulot sa isa't isa

Pero teka muna, saglit lang, ako lang ba ang nagdaramdam?
May ngiti na sa 'yong mga mata kahit mga luha
Ang umaagos sa kanila; ang iyong tindig ay parang
Noong una nating sayaw— ngunit may nagbago sa 'yong galaw
Napaisip ako, 'di ko mapigilan, kung ikaw pa ba ang natatanaw
Ang dalaga noong una't huli kong sayaw
Na alam kong imposible nang balikan
Ang sa'kin lang ay sana'y alam mo na
Lahat ng 'yon ay tunay
At mahal kita, maniwala ka
Kahit ako pa ang unang bumitaw

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2017 spoken poetry piece
PYG's Whisper Sep 2019
True love never dies
Loyal souls never change
Don’t distort the beauty of fairytales
Don’t blame it on life
Don’t blame it on you
Don’t fake your heart
‘Cause I won't do
Thought you were my angel
So I gave you my wings
Now you're ready to fly?
I whined hey wait
But you're hailing goodbye
I offered you a platonic love
A ******, a pure an innocent love
I said babe *** got nothing on me
Clog your ears believe what you see
They only gossip about me
They can't be you and they won't own me
But you were disgusted with the taste of my kiss
That’s why I hated the scent of my lips
You know… I spent my youth buying time for you
Guess I’ll spend my sunsets waiting here for you
Even though I’m wide aware
That time and tide wait for no man
But I’m prepared to make an exception
‘Cause our romance was perfection
And I’ll rebirth its dead sensation
Platonic Love is the 1st single from my 1st spoken word EP- IRebirth: My Spoken Misery-
The single was inspired by multiple people with the same background story including my STORY!
it is about devoting your life and time to someone who used to be your whole world, but easily decides to leave because of ***.
It’s about those cheap people who sexually harass women claiming that they are not **** enough to turn them on which means they don’t love them anymore.
I just hope to deliver a classy warm feeling to all the brokenhearted ladies in the world.
ninacrizelle May 2019
Paano ba nagsimula ang ating kwento?
Yung dating magkabila nating mundo
Yung biruang ikaw at ako
Akalain **** ngayon ay nagkaron ng tayo

Teka, pano nga ba nauwi sa tawagang jowa?
Eh ilang taon nating di pansin ang isa’t isa
Malayo, malabo at talagang di naman uubra
Kahit siguro magbakasali, iisipin pa ring malabo at di gagana

Bakasali... tama, isang araw na nag baka sakali
Baka sakaling mapansin o baka sakaling pansinin
Baka naman maumpisahan o kaya naman ay masubukan
Kung gagana nga ba talaga o hanggang tanong na lang

Isang araw na di sinasadya, di rin naman pinagplanuhan
Inumpisahan natin sa simpleng batian
Na nauwi sa magdamagang kwentuhan
Hanggang sa aminan ng nararamdaman

Araw araw, palagian at halos kadalasan
Kwentuhan, asaran, lalo na ang mga awayan
Hindi pa nga tayo nun mag jowa kung titignan
Pero yung bangayan, parang aso’t pusang nagka sabayan

At dumating na nga yung punto
Na yung dating hindi sigurado, nabuo
Yung dating malabo, naging klaro
Yung dating ikaw at ako.....


Ngayon ay tayo.
Joshua Feb 2019
Naalala ko pa yung araw na napagdesisyunan kong kumain sa McDo.
Kasi wala lang, trip ko lang.
Hindi naman ako gutom, hindi rin pagod.
Pero nag-McDo ako.

Noong panahong yun,
Saka ko lang narealize yung sinasabi nilang "Self Worth."
Pahalagahan ang sarili, mahalin.
Bagay na hindi ko nagawa sa nakaraan.
Kaya ayun, nagwakas, natuldukan.
Paano naman nga ba kasi magpapahalaga sa iba
Kung sarili ko nga di ko mapahalagahan.

Umorder na ko ng fries at Big Mac
Syempre kasama ang paborito kong McFloat.
Nasa kalagitnaan na ko ng pagnguya
Nung nagtanong ka
"May nakaupo na po ba?"
Hindi ko na tiningnan ang kanyang mukha
Umiling nalang ako.
Nagtataka rin kasi ako bat sa harap ko pa naisipan **** umupo.
Yun pala, wala na talagang pwesto sa McDo.

Binasag mo ang katahimikan sa pagpapakilala mo sa akin.
Bigla atang lumamig ng hangin
Lalo na nung nakita kong nakangiti ka sakin.

Nagkakilala tayo. Naging magkaibigan.

Ikaw ang nagsilbi kong Happy Meal
sa araw-araw na paggising ko.
Hindi ko na kailangan ng Happy Meal toy
Kasi makasama ka lang enjoy na ako.
Ikaw yung chicken fillet na
sa sobrang lambot ng pisngi mo nanggigigil ako.
Ikaw yung Hot Fudge na mas matamis pa
sa Dairy Milk kasi sobrang sweet mo.
At para kang gravy ng McDo
na hanggat di ubos yung ulam magrerefill ako.

Hanggang isang araw, inaya mo ko mag-McDo.
Masaya akong sumama kasi minsan lang yun.
Ako naman ililibre ng taong madalas ilibre ko.
Feeling ko tuloy sasagutin mo na ako.
Nagpresenta kang ikaw na o-order
At ako nang bahala sa uupuan.
Hindi ko alam bakit pagkaupo ko palang
Nakaramdam na ko ng kalungkutan.
Natakot ako bigla sa di malamang dahilan.

Buti dumating ka na, at
Buti nakangiti ka.
Ngunit ako ay nagtaka na
Ang pagkaing binili mo ay hindi para sa dalawa.
Agad **** sinabi saken na saglit lang,
May pupuntahan ka lang.

Pagkaalis mo, kinain ko na ang binili mo.
Pero nagulat ako
Matapos kong i-angat ang burger na inorder mo.
"Hindi pa pala ako handa."
Nakasulat sa sticky note na nilagay mo.
Di ko alam ano ibig **** sabihin
Kaya nagdecide akong ikaw ay hintayin.
Mahal, sabi mo saglit.
Pero bakit hindi ka na bumalik?
Iniwan mo na ako.
Iniwan mo gamit ang isang sticky note,
Kasama ang favorite kong McFloat.
Mars D'Mello Dec 2018
A flight here and a flight there
Let me compensate for not being there
When you needed me
When you need me
I taught you how to deal with pain
While being lonely
I thought you how to fight away the demons
By leaving them to feast on your flesh
To gnaw at your bones
To leave you for dead
And I return to take you on a trip
To take you away from the misery that i am blind toward
That I do not know you have
I taught you how to talk through your fears
Now the only ones you talk to are in your brain

No father, I will not shed a tear
I am the water beneath the desert
the undiscovered landmines in the soil
I am held back tears and the god of war
The war against pain
As I fight in the trenches
In a battlefield facing myself
Battling an enemy that is closer than the end of my nose
Breathing so heavy, until the pain to goes to hell


Don’t let me see the tear stains on your sweater sleeve
You are not the child i birthed
You are but a machine
Do you not feel a thing?
Can you not say you’re glad?
I’ve never seen you smile
Is that a tear in your eye?
Save it for later
Throw away the paper
You cannot be another traitor
To your brain
Do not talk about your heart
you are not a painter

No woman, i am not your child
I am nobody’s daughter
Just a trapped little boy
Screaming through the windows
Cause you won’t let me out
Of this house made of hate
With these cracks in the walls
That lets in little rays of love
That I am too afraid to touch
Because i barely know love

But the walls of my house are my skin and my bones
And the prison called *** that is set on the roof
No I’m not complaining I’m just being honest
Didn’t you teach me that when you said I was going to be nothing
When you called me a pig and I learnt to cry silently
Now I almost always cry silently
~~
For these are the scars that I bear on my soul
That I wear on my sleeve
For i have been told that there is beauty in acceptance
In accepting what you’ve faced
And learning how to be loved
And how to be alone
Sebastien Angelo Oct 2018
paano mahihimbing
sa gabing 'di ka na malalambing?

bakit pa gigising
sa umagang 'di ka na kapiling?
alonia Sep 2018
Love is like a jumble of sweet candies and a cocktail of sour lemon. Yes, there's sweetness but there should also be sourness. Love is complicated. It's too much to handle. It is a disaster. But even if such disaster falls upon you, you would like it.
Why?
Because it's beautiful. Captivating. Mesmerizing. Rapid. Massive. When you feel it, you don't want to let go of it because it's precious and significant and special.
But how come when we fall in love, our heart turns into a wineglass standing in the fury of a storm? Why does our heart feels like anytime it would break? Why does it feels like anytime it would lose its color? Its beauty?
Have you ever felt like your love for a certain person is not enough? Have you ever felt like you're not enough? And when you wake up from that drastic dream, you feel like you should just stop. Just sit right there and do nothing because you know someday your heart would break again.
How you caress your heart deeply into your hand hoping that someday someone would do the same.
When you say to yourself that you've had enough, that you've given up, you feel brave and courageous as if no matter what is thrown at you, you will not falter. You would stay strong and keep you head held high. But love is just too different. We turn into a feather that once will let go, we would fall, we would fall in that hard ground and even though we won't break any bones, our heart would be the one that'll break.
If he turns up to you and say I love you, it'll be hard to believe because before he told you he loves you, you know it's meant for someone else.
Amber Evans Aug 2018
Bubbles in a bath,
loud moaning blaring in the back
as I look down at the
bruising on my
muted
skin.

I try to imagine
myself with your
glowing frame
submerged underneath
the water.

Without you, I've
been a bit dramatic.

A bit manic.

Wandering and wonderin';
yeah, I've let my mind
slip at night.

In the hours of now until
then, I try to
refrain.

I indulge myself
into routine.

I watch lovers on the
screen.

Envisioning myself with
women in the late
hours but mimicking
your strokes in the
morning.

Without you,
without you.

I'm free to be me.

With you, I'm
happy.

Molten coffee scorches my
untouched tongue,
reminding me that
I can still feel
warmth.

Damp moss grazes my
untasted body,
reminding me that
I can still
dream.
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