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Sanama Apr 2
I walk with the glow of a stella, unmoved by time’s passing hand. The years fly, yet the days crawl— like the last drop clinging to the highest cloud, waiting to fall. I wish my tears could be time itself, so maybe I’d live a little longer. Maybe I’d stream to empty myself, like a bucket of tears thrown to the ground— brief, swift, a life undone.
Days can feel like they pass slow but when you notice the years are flying before you know. Enjoy life and the time that it's giving you. Even if you want life to happen faster.
rhenee rose Apr 1
Am I suffering beautifully?
Do I wear my agony like a crown?
Adorn it with pearls and jewels,
And parade it into town?

Is my pain reasonable enough?
Do I raise it up or tone it down?
I’ll try to cry pretty, tiny tears,
In fact, I'd do it in my gown!

For even in despair, I should be desirable,
Dare not to be emotional, dare not to make a sound.
To be a woman is to bleed, but glamorously.
There shall be glitters in the meltdown.
A poem about how society expects women’s pain to be palatable.
Kai Apr 1
My eyes
Used to run exactly like a faucet would
Crying because of every bruise
Head damage
People hitting my head
And calling it a day
Daily
I would trip
Fall
And land on my head
Push
Shove
And land on my head

Every Amber alert I would hear
Would make me cry
Turning on the dials
And tears would be pouring out of my eyes
Because I thought
I would be the next victim
To be kidnapped
Scared to leave the house
Scared to leave my mother

I thought the same about thunderstorms
How the lightning
It would possibly catch the house on fire
When I was sleeping
Or electrocute me when I'm touching a window

Seems to say
Times have changed
Years have gone on
I'm still the same faucet
But now just a ruined one

Drops of water
Leaving the faucet
On unprompted moments
And some
Wouldn't even come out
On the most tear-threatening
Situation
As if the faucet has the mind of its own

The faucet
Would turn on
By mere phantoms
Trying to take out the faucet
And warning to make it shatter

Faucet
Made of china-glass
The fragile glass
Was made to be broken one day
And be replaced by another
It's like- 11 pm on a school night and I'm tired. Goodnight.
Maria Leslie Mar 27
It's tiring to cry too
Sometimes you have to stop crying too
Because sometimes you also need to be happy and make yourself happy
But you should know when to stop

You don't need to cry all the time
Even if you are hurt hour by hour and day by day
Even if you hide the tears
There are still sorrows in your eyes and there is a feeling of sadness in the air.

But there's something inside you that wants to be free
Just hide all the tears in your smiles and show others that you are happy
Try to hide your sadness
With them you will also forget the tears for a while

Put aside tears and sadness when you are with other people
Think about yourself first
Have fun, work and get on with life

Then you just release everything at the right time and season
When you have a chance, you will cry again
Think and heal the wounded heart inside

Fight even for yourself and your job
No one else is there for you but you
Only “You” know your true feelings inside, pain and tears
You and God know that and understand

When you feel discouraged
Take your time to rest your heart
Endurance of feelings with him God at the top
Take strength from him, not from your failures and defeats
In the thick of it, you won't lose if you cling to him.

keep it a secret, I know
Those are just tears behind the smiles
No matter what time you think and remember the things that cause tears will appear

Sometimes you secrete the tears first
It's not necessary that you always cry in front of them, right?
There's no need to inform right away, right?
It's not always that they know you're crying and show them, right?

It's enough to cry alone
show that you can and you are a tall person
Strong in achieving your dreams
You can handle it behind the tears you hide.
Carry it despite the hidden tears in your heart.

God is with you in your pain and tears with him it's no secret.

************

"𝕊𝕚𝕜𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕦𝕙𝕒"

Nakakapagod din palang umiyak
Minsan kailangan mo din tumigil sa pag iyak
Dahil minsan kailangan mo din maging masaya at paligayahin ang sarili mo
Pero dapat alam mo kung kailan ka titigil

Hindi naman kailangan palagi kang umiiyak
Kahit oras oras at araw araw kang nasasaktan
Kahit maitago mo man ang mga luha
May mga lungkot parin nababasa sa iyong mga mata at may pakiramdam ang himpapawid sa kalungkutan

Ngunit mayroon sa loob na gusto mo ng makalaya
Itago mo nalang sa mga ngiti mo ang lahat ng luha at ipakita sa iba na masaya ka
Pilitin mo sarili mo itago ang lungkot
Kasama nila makakalimutan mo din saglit ang mga luha

Itabi mo muna ang luha at lungkot kapag kasama mo ang ibang tao
Isipin mo muna ang sarili mo
Mag libang, mag trabaho at magpatuloy sa buhay

Saka mo nalang ilabas lahat sa tamang oras at panahon
Kapag may pagkakataon ka saka mo na iiyak ulit
Isipin at gamutin ang pusong nasusugatan sa loob

Lumaban ka kahit para sa sarili mo nalang at sa trabaho mo
Walang ibang taong nanjan para sayo kundi ikaw lang
Ikaw lang naman ang nakakaalam ng mga totoo **** nararamdaman sa loob, sakit at mga luha
Ikaw at ang Diyos ang nakakaalam nyan at nakakaintindi

Kapag napanghihinaan ka ng loob
Tibayan mo ang loob mo
Tibay ng damdamin kasama sya sa taas
Sa kanya ka kumuha ng lakas huwag sa mga kabiguan at pagkatalo mo
Sa may kapal hindi ka talo kung kakapit ka sa kanya.

ilihim mo man yan alam ko
Nanjan lang yan luha sa likod ng mga ngiti
Kahit ano oras lalabas kapag inisip at naalala mo ang mga bagay na sanhi ng pag luha

Minsan isikreto mo muna ang luha
Hindi naman kailangan na palagi kang umiiyak sa harapan nila diba?
Hindi naman kailangan na ipaalam agad diba?
Hindi naman palagi na nalalaman nila na umiiyak ka at ipakita sa kanila diba?

Tama na at sapat na ang lumuha mag isa
ipakita mo na kaya mo at mataas kang tao
Matibay sa pag abot ng mga pangarap mo
Kayanin mo sa likod ng mga tinatago **** mga luha.
Buhatin mo sa kabila ng mga nakatagong luha sa puso mo.

Kasama mo ang Diyos sa mga sakit at luha mo sa kanya hindi ito sikreto.
Written: 10.26.2024
By the coldest depths of the sea -
soaring in my highs as a bird with no wings,
a cliff diver so afraid to jump; silent most of the time.

My greatest pride is in my eyes, for if I stare
at for you too long; we'll make it a worthwhile time
looks do ****; so staring at pretty face is suicide.

As life could be perfect, if you live without purpose
who would judge you if you hold no case to plea,
how complex wouldn't you be in this perplexity
For without purpose none are pressured to be -
seemingly so free, yet it's a freedom so cheap
But for the struggles in life, what purpose do
you have to shed your share of tears

Are you not free?

No, life isn't perfect, even as you make your way
to fulfil your purpose - but there's no great purchase
in doing nothing for yourself. Our struggle to live
a day as a pretty flower in an ugly world, is what
makes us a relatable bunch. Perhaps too sober in
facing troubles; momentary pleasures are so warm
while the tears afterwards are all so cold.
Man
The hardships of a man are his silent battles –
“you ought to open up more,” which opens
his worth to being diminished.


We only cry when the world is asleep, painting
smiles on our faces to render our outer walls
somewhat pleasing to your gaze.  

We fight private wars, striving to shield those
we love from the fallout – yet the scars we bear
are somehow unsightly in your view.

We’ll conform to your contradictions, offering
our utmost to project an image of strength for
the women, while our brothers are the only ones  
who truly understand our weaknesses.  

The hardships of a man are his silent battles –
and it is only his fellow men who can truly
witness their tears.

Death is not a silent affair; the sobs of the living resonate above my
coffin. I ponder the manner of my demise, never the timing, for each
of our ends have their set dates. Is that the reason why we bring
flowers to the grave, to compliment the date?

When we close our eyes at night, I know a piece of us dies, as a
fragment of our essence fades, dreaming to survive into tomorrow.
Perhaps those who choose suicide are merely those who forget to
wake up again—lost and still trapped in the darkness, searching for
the light, yet some remain forever in the dark.

Death is not a silent affair; anyone's sudden death brings the sound
of tears.
greatsloth Mar 20
If my desire of immortality
Was not delivered on Tyche's oak desk
And my neck accepted Death's penalty,
Make my funeral transient and modest.

Do not dump me bunch of would-wilt flowers
Nor weep with salty tears upon my earth
Instead scatter me some seeds of asters
For when they blossom it is my rebirth.

Though if God of Wishes grant me this dream,
Erase my name from your reminiscence
As I have ventured out this weary realm—
I'm with the stars flaunting my omniscience.

Either way I'll try to end it laughing,
A fitting mood for my new beginning.
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