Dear society, I'm tired of your
debauching standards of what
it means to be beautiful into a
mere commodity.

Dear society, why can't you look
into the windows of the soul? Are
you scared to see a flawed being
just like yourself? Scared to see
what truly lies in the heart? Scared
to see more and want more than
just a body?

Dear society, what you call
beauty now is only joy for
your eyes. There should be
more to us than just *** appeal.

Dear society, your expections
has done more harm that good.
Those who fall in line will always
be accepted. And the ordinary
will be rejected...

You've made me feel like I'll never
be good enough. That my life
should be dictated to meet your
standards. No matter what I do,
there will always be something
wrong with me. Some imperfection
that I'll be forced to fix.

I am more than flesh and bone.
I am more than blood and tone.
For years, you've made me sad,
you've made me hate.
And I refuse to die bound to
to a dark fate.

Health is stuffy and boring
I cannot focus at all
Not one task better to do
Than stare at blank wall

Droning on and on
That door far away
Is it bad that I do not understand
A single word or phrase you say?

Zoning off into distance
Mind up in the sky
I am not paying attention
And I'm not gonna try

Torture is a waste of time
And I am not the only one
Who is waiting for the bell to ring
And class to be done

Time goes by slowly
My brain wearing down
This madness so dulling
I would rather drown

Wait and hope silently
Anxious shuffle in my weary head
Still the teacher carries on
I do not know what's being said

It is cold and I am tired
Wish I could get out
Outside sit patient, quietly
Inside I scream and shout

This poem ***** I know
What can I say?
I am just wasting time
Til the school bell rings today

Pick up your weight, it’s time
Slog, slog, slip & slide
Convince yourself, earn the dime
Put all your time on the line

My heart is in it? I don’t know
Who cares, it has nowhere else to go
Been silent for so long now
But stop, no slowing down now

Finally getting a little satisfaction in this
Less worries, the liberation is not amiss
Picking needles & sorting them one by one
Time’s up, reality is circling back, yelling

HEY, YOU ARE QUITE ****.

But I’m still here, you’re still kicking
This **** is not getting old, it never will
You’ve emblemed me, now I’m immune
If words could heart & direct my heart
I’d still be lying in bed, with emotions & reality apart

Napakadaya nang buhay,Kanya-kanyang palusot para tumakas at maglakbay
Nagsinungaling ang tadhana ganun nga ba ang dahilan kung bakit sarado ang bintana
Tunog lang ang iyong naririnig , dahil hindi mo pedeng husgaan ang nasa loob ng kanyang bibig
Nagtataka ka dahil wala kang ebidensya sa mga narinig , Subalit umaatake padin ang mga daga sa dibdib
Nanginginig , dahil di ka sigurado sa tono , tama nga siguro ang hinala ko

Nakakalungkot lang isipin sarili nating kaibigan,kamag-anak,kapatid
Ay nagsisinungaling upang makamit ang kasiyahang dapat talagang ilihim
Ang daya naman dito , gusto ko nalang tumakas dito at ipunas ang mga luha ko
na hindi mo makikita dahil nakatago sa dilim

Balang araw dudungaw nalang ako sa isang butas na gawa sa abaka,
At tatakasan ang ilusyong mundo at maglakbay sa reyalidad