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Kyle Domingo Sep 12
Pagod... Pagod na ako

Sa bawat Segundo na lumilipas
Sa patuloy na pagtakbo ng oras
Sa pagsilay ko sa mga dahong dahan dahang nanlalagas
Isang salita ang ninanais kong sayo’y sana’y mailabas

Natatandaan mo pa ba? Kung paano tayo nagsimula
Kung papaano ko hindi napigilan na ang puso’y sayo’y tumibok na lang bigla
Naging tungkulin ko na ang mahalin ka
Simula ng sambitin mo sa akin ang mga katagang mahal kita

Ang mga ngiting umaabot sa ating mga mata
Ang mabubulaklak na salitang nagpapakilig sakin sa tuwina
Ang mga yakap na nagdudulot ng ginhawa
Tila yata isang ala-ala na lamang na unti-unting nawawala

Pagod na ako…
Pagod na pagod na ako
Gustong gusto kong sumuko
Gusto kong burahin ka sa buhay ko
Gustong gusto kong ibalik ang panahon na hindi pa kita nakikilala
Pero anong magagawa ko?
Baliw tong pusong to.

Handa akong ipagpalit lahat bumalik lang ang dati
Ang mga panahong ang halik at yakap mo ang gamot sa aking sakit
Ang ngiti at tawa mo ang nagpapagaan sa bigat na nararamdaman
Ang presensya mo lang sapat na upang maging dahilan

Pero ngayon paulit-ulit na sumasampal sa akin ang katotohanan
Pagod na ako kaya kailangan ko ng tigilan

Ikaw parin ang mahal ko
Ikaw at ikaw parin ang nasa isip ko
Pero gustong sabihin sayo na hindi sapat…
Hindi sapat ang meron tayo para tanggapin ko ang lahat

Napagod ako noon pero pinilit kong lumaban
Napagod tayo sa kung anong meron satin, pero isinalba ng ating pagmamahalan
Pinilit kalimutan lahat ng sakit
Ginawa ang lahat para hindi mawala ang ating kapit

Pero lahat ng nararamdaman ko sumabog na tila isang bomba
Sakit, hirap, bigat sa kalooban, lungkot, panghihinayang at pagod
Pagod na kahit ilang beses **** hilingin na magpahinga
Hinding hindi na kayang burahin na parang isang permanenteng tinta

Pero hindi ko na talaga kaya ang aking dinadala
Hindi ko na kayang pigilin ang pagbuhos ng aking mga luha
Hindi ko na kayang humakbang pa at umabante
Hindi ko na kayang hawakan ang iyong mga kamay at bumalik sa dati

Nauubos na ang natitirang lakas
Mga sugat sa puso ko ngayo’y nababakas
Mahal ko pero masakit na....
Gusto ko pa pero nakakasawa na....

Sa bawat Segundo na lumilipas
Sa patuloy na pagtakbo ng oras
Sa pagsilay ko sa mga dahong dahan dahang nanlalagas
Isang salita ang ninanais kong sayo’y sana’y mailabas

Mahal Ko…
Patawad… pero dito na natatapos ang ating storya
Pinangarap man nating maging hanggang kamatayan pero ngayo’y natapos na
Dalawang salitang noo’y kilig ang dulot
Ngayo’y isang matilos na patalim na saking puso’y gumabot

Pinapalaya na kita…
Pasensya at napagod ako sinta
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.
storm siren Sep 1
No one is chasing you,
But no one is looking to you.

Please love anyway.
Because if you get a say,
We will need you
To light the day.

Who are you,
When no one is around?
Who are you when they're lost?
Who were you when you're found?

Lost, lurking in the shadows,
"We won't back down,"
You grasp their thread tight,
"We can't go down without a fight."

Did anyone
Ever let you believe
That you should be
Loved unconditionally?

Your eyes reflect the sunrise,
Which leads me to surmise
That this was disguised--
That this never felt right.

Yet here you are
Standing so tall
While you bear
The weight of it all
On shoulders so brittle,
On shoulders so small.

You keep moving,
There's no way you're losing.
You'll give it your all,
You'll never stay where you fall.

You reach up towards
Every hope
You're fighting for.
You stretch yourself so far,
Just to comfort the stars.

You hold light within your palms,
If you love one
Then you have it all,
Because love without faith
Is just emotional withdrawl.

You're the hope
That has me reaching,
The love that has me preaching,
And every promise
I intend on keeping.

Because the world keeps sleeping
When support is what you're needing.
So the lights fade low,
You ask yourself
"Where did the time go?"

But don't you already know?
You have length to show,
No strength in rows.

You count the hours,
You call the crows.
So grab your shadow,
Replace your ammo.

You know what to do,
You've got something to prove.
You give it all you've got,
Because you got a lot to lose.
I have always said I hate liars,
it's probably not a coincidence that I also hate myself,
they say lying is a sin,
to me,
it is a language I heard spoken so often in my home,
I have become fluent in it.
No, I am not afraid of going to hell,
I've been paying rent to live there with the quarters from the lying jar my parents started the first time I learned that my mouth is a weapon,
it's not much of a home,
but who am I to tell anyone what a home is,
the last ten years,
there is not one single place I have felt comfortable existing in,
that statement includes my own flesh,
So when I tell you that I've been living there,
I mean to tell you that my body has become a forest fire,
That the only difference between me and the Amazon rain forest,
is I did this to myself,
that humanity will not suffer in my absence,
I am down to my last acre,
I am coughing up the ashes of every person I have hurt by only using my tongue,
it is not a talent I take pride in,
it is a self-defense mechanism,
I want to believe that if a snake knew it's venom would **** you, it wouldn't bite,
that if a lion knew how your mother looked at you when you were  first born, it wouldn't feed on your flesh,
but animals act in ways that they have been taught to survive,
there's a difference between me and a lion,
I have seen the way my mother looks at her child,
the child who wasn't an addict,
so when my tongue becomes a weapon and tells her I'm sober again,
and my insides are swallowed by flames,
the only difference between my tongue and a gun,
is the intentions I have are not to cause harm,
if that was the case I would simply tell the truth,
tell me is lying a sin,
if the only reason I did it was so that no one else has to choke on the smoke of the fire I started?
Anthony Aug 25
Dear Seasons,

I have already seen too many Christmas trees that hold empty promises for kids who hope for gifts that will make them whole. I have heard too many jokes about how the present I’ll be getting this year is actually coal. When they said this, I insisted because instead of gifts I believed I deserved it: coal, or nothing at all.

Summer has held promises too, but my body never seemed like a summer-***, so maybe next year my abs will be more clear and maybe my skin will be too. So, ***** spray tans, your mom’s rules, and small-town bullies. I want to be shirtless, free and love to be alive.

Fall is at least honest. She says to me, “You are alive, unlike leaves. Never let the winter freeze your heart over. And remind yourself over again that seasons come and go. So while you can, hold your lover’s hand as boots crunch death beneath its tread. Darling Life, we are not dead yet.

See Spring is my diving board for bouncing over waters of possibility that I will cannonball in to, where daydreams feel possible while rain drips on the coffee shop window pane.

I can breathe and remember that seasons are temporary and carry with them strength and change, whether we like them or not.

Dear Seasons, you are and always have been committing treason against my fragile heart, but you will not break me. I may be shaken but you will not break me. I may be broken, but I will keep living and not let seasons break my Knowledge of the Holy who gives me reason to teach and learn and grow as life changes its outfits.

Sincerely,

a tired soul
Rianna Aug 3
Well.

You came,
We met,
We spoke,
You left.
And guess what?
It did the trick,
Again!

Cause here I am,
Here I came, for you!
Prancing, ready.
Here I am!
Can you believe it?
Because I,
Cannot,
Cannot, really…
…I swear! I'm ready,
Waiting!!
Ready!

I’ve waited now, for long,
So won’t you come along?
Unleash yourself upon,
Me?
For I am of the ‘damsel’,
Of your making.
For you, I lie prepared,
Palatable, steady.

So come on now!!
What’s the wait for??
Aren’t you there?
Ready?
Ready to try what you’ve created?
What you’ve extracted of me
From ashes, shreds, and disgusting peels?!
Do you want me?
After all that you have created,
Lies.
Begging,
At your feet.
First time writing from the perspective of a character. A spontaneous piece from my notes. Meant to be read as spoken word.
Abigail Jul 20
With each passing hour I grow more cynical
More accepting of my death
And more accepting of our synthetic world
How can I preserve the sweetest part of me?
My innocence?
I cannot

I’d cross seas
I’d battle warriors
I’d climb mountains
If I knew that there was hope for me
Hope for my soul, but
There is not

So I float
Hoping the waters at least take me painlessly  
Please drown me
Please leave me numb and unmoved
I submit myself to drowning
Maybe then and only then
My soul will rest
storm siren Jun 23
"It's the only color I call home, because where the flora is green, life will always be seen." By K.A.S.

The storm ebbs,
Always at the very edge,
Teetering off the very ledge.
The storm flows,
But it just never moves,
It just never goes.

I remember when your words dressed me so proudly.
I remember when your eyes said love so loudly.

But I guess I was right,
Because every sunshine day ends in a cold dead night.

You never knew what I meant
When I swore every breath of yours was heaven sent.

But I guess I was always wrong,
Because we just sat in silence,
Forgetting all our words,
And forgetting all our songs.

But I still love you from the highest sight,
I still love you to the dimmest light.
I still love you every day,
I still love you every night.

But if a time should come
Where our future is unclear,
Know that I love you always,
I'll always be waiting right here.

I think
You might think
That maybe I didn't feel when our ship began to sink.

I think you didn't notice
The break in my heart,
And in all my other parts.
Because you turned away
When I started to decay.

I don't know if you'll ever tell me
Where we were led astray,
But I know, now,
Nothing green can stay.

Yeah. Nothing green can stay.
storm siren Jun 15
I am a
No good
No-one
and you can't
Tell me
Otherwise.

In the end
I've found
All that really
Matters
Is who you were to them,
A year before you died.

Because I put a bullet where I should have put a helmet,
Along with Honesty and Sincerity,
And all their friends and Virtues.

Rebirth is easy, it's living that gets tricky.

Reborn as a sinner:
Love me,
Hate what I do
Best.

What I do best
Is watch you fall to pieces
Limb from crushed bone limb,
And what I do best
Is write sad songs
That I hide away in a corner of my
Closet(ed mind).

When you die,
They remember you with flaws they had of their own.
They make it about them,
And their pain,
As though being a martyr
Could actually bring you back.

(As though a martyr
Could actually come back)

So call me Apathy,
That'll be my new name.
A lack of empathy
No pitying sympathy.

Because I cannot seem to make you realize,
I do not empathize
Nor will I ever sympathize
With you no-good
Nice guys.

I'm a bad guy
What can I say,
I'm the villain, the antagonist,
I was put here as a test--

I went wrong,
I went far beyond wrong,
I took a wrong turn onto the wrong path in the wrong forest
Where I just don't belong.

So goodbye for the night, and maybe the next few,
But remember my number not name, as only the living seem to do.
So just remember these words, from time to time:
I am a lack of the holy seven--
You see, in place and in honor, I make nine.
Grace Jun 9
My biggest flaw is my impatience,
my inability to ignore temptations...

I always skip ahead,
which "defeats the point" you said,

"Curiosity killed the cat,"
you warned me too,
But... "Satisfaction bought it back,"
is the ending that I always knew

I cannot resist that euphoria,
from the last page of our story, a-

-book of two strangers
battling imagined dangers

If only I was less enticed by,
abundant sweet nothings, oh my..

In hindsight, I should have listened,
ignored the false sense of bliss and,

carried on without spoilers, for..
the journey would mean much more,

than this epilogue which left me reeling,
from emotions only I am feeling

But still, I refuse to accept,
that this chapter in which we met,

is somehow more meaningful,
as a tragedy, ending this.. uncheerful..

It cannot all be for nothing,
the moral of the story...
must be something..

Hidden, subconscious but still, remaining,
Please, I beg, tell me you are feigning-

-this abrupt conclusion,
this cold, harsh illusion..

What remains is..

a thousand questions that cannot be put to rest,
awakened in the presence of your disinterest

I'm left in this state of transcendence-

-into disarray, from the broken final...

Sentence
This was written with the intention of being a spoken piece so that's why there are pauses and breaks (shown by the hyphens)
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