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NeroameeAlucard Dec 2014
All I want in a girl
is someone who I can show off with a deep sense of pride
who accepts the pain I buried deep inside

All I want is someone that respects my space
with pretty eyes and a wonderful face
Someone who's kind and supporting, but knows when I'm wrong
Someone worth dedicating an entire song

All I want is someone who's classy but nasty
and isn't afraid to be sassy
All I want is someone who's funny and meek
I don't want cardboard cutout, give me unique
All I want is someone who I can be myself around
I don't have to put on a mask or bury my head into the ground

All I want is someone... who's just as crazy as me.
but where oh where can she be?
This is pretty old lol
Pete Dec 2014
I've been crying for a thousand times just because you left me,
and I don't know where I'll be.
you have my heart and you have me.
You hate me and you're still latched
on me.

I've been missing those hugs and kisses that is coming from you.
I also missed the way you say I love you too.
I've been inloved with those narcotic words of you.
**** girl, I still always love you.
I'm still in love
HoneyPotter Dec 2014
It was cold and starry night
At Christian’s house we stayed over that night
All of us are in a rush
For tomorrow’s the deadline for that F*ing school task

Before 12 midnight they’re starting to count
A countdown for another day of rush
03/23/2012 it was my 18th birthday
***! I almost forgot!

Here comes MJ & Ezekiel with a chocolate cake
With 3 candles seem perfectly bake
They sung me a song full of happiness
I blew the candles as they directed.


My 18th year of existence I felt so blessed
Coz out of millions I do have friends
Joanne, Dada, Bals, Jolina, tonete and Momay
As well as Vincent, Allen, Agte are there to sway.

They say a girl’s 18th birthday must be memorable
Gifts and flowers I dunno how many
Though my debut was not that fabulous
At least I have something to reminisce when I get old.
a poem i wrote three years ago :)
Ayelle Garcia Oct 2014
Friends to lovers,
How unusual it is.
But in my own case,
I guess it’s destiny.

By chance we met,
Through similarities we clicked.
Though we have different views,
We have the same point in the end.

We shared our own desires
And dark secrets no one knew.
In times of problems,
We help each other find ways.

Some people see us
As a potential couple;
But we decline to believe
And we know it won’t happen.

I was eyeing for someone
But he kept ignoring my feelings;
You knew all about it
So you helped me to get noticed.

But months have passed,
Still nothing happens;
You were there to comfort
When I’m about to lose hope.

Yet this drove us
To be much closer to each other;
Romantic feelings triggered
And ended up as one.

And now I've realized that,
In the place I considered home,
There lies all the answers:
It was you all along.
This was the poem I wrote after my 2nd (ex) boyfriend & I became official 4 years ago. Yeah.. Throwback much?
Ayelle Garcia Oct 2014
I’ve already graduated from high school,
But I’m still living in our house.
So I need to get used to commute
From East Fairview to UST.

It’s really different now,
Literally farther from usual.
It may be one ride away,
But with a longer travel time.

So, I have to leave earlier
Than the usual time back then.
If I don’t leave early,
I’ll get stuck at Espana for long.

FX or bus, you name it;
Whether partially or almost full.
Even if it’s very crowded,
I have no choice but to fit in.

So when I know I’ll be late,
I cross my fingers so hard,
Wishing that my ride
Will take an alternative route.

I just hate the fact
That when all else fails,
Even alternative routes
Are totally filled with cars.

In just a few months in college,
I already learned shortcuts to UST.
At least when I know I’m stuck,
I’ll find a way out of it.

In life, however,
There is no shortcut to happiness.
You still have to go a long way,
And withstand the challenges along it.

So we have a choice
And hard work is needed;
At least you know that
You’ve done it with effort.

Well, if a shortcut fails,
That means try another one.
But what can I say?
Manila is a busy road.

So I have to expect and endure
The heavy traffic flow at Espana,
As much as I can do it
In my own busy life.
A poem I wrote during my freshie year in college, and I wrote this while on a bus to school.
Pia Capiral Aug 2014
I can feel delicate touches
Weakening my fragile skin
As flimsy as her finger
But it’s not hers. I am DEFINITE it’s not!

That is where we used to eat
In every start of what they call “week”
SHE used to talk and I just LOOKED at her
I was HAPPY! I knew SHE knew.

I used to wear my white shirts
Blue pants matched with candies
That was when I was afraid, for SHE might leave the window
But I knew SHE can’t. She will never!

That time when hearts started to collapse
I learned to love another Her
SHE hated me for a while
Next, SHE loved me, but I will ask why?

WHY did SHE let those delicate touches
Weaken my FRAGILE skin?
WHY did not SHE let me sit, eat, and be happy
Beside you?
WHY did SHE stop love to connect hearts?
WHY did not SHE let me wear my chance?

TIME stayed behind and SHE left me in a box
Those reminiscences were not mine
But if SHE had just given me the chance
I would LOVE to THROW them BACK.
Tyler Zuniga Jul 2014
Friends come and go like the seasons change.
Nothing last forever, nothing we can arrange. 
You are special to me.
Too special for the eye to see. 

I have this feeling or sensation, its more like a connection, but its nothing more than pure affection. 

Like when you go down a roller coaster and your stomach turns.
It's the same thing when I'm with you, my body churns.
It's your physiological essence that I seek.
Something unexplainable, you could say unique. 
Words are only half of what I feel.
The rest is in my actions and what I conceal. 

I don't think this.... Will ever go away.

Hopefully you will kind of understand what my worlds are trying to portray.
Wrote this around a year ago.
Bridgette Scotch Jun 2014
Mother is there when I get home from school,
I'm happy there, hyper and playing the fool.
But as I pull on the handle and turn the key,
I feel a sense of dread and fear fill me.
I have a secret, a dark one,
A secret I've never told anyone.
Everyday when I come home,
Mother waits till I'm alone,
Then she'll hit me with a spoon or shoe,
Till I bleed, till I'm black and blue.
Dad left us when I was three,
Since then all she's done is blame it on me.
I'm ugly, stupid, and tarty
It was my fault he left us, "You hear that you brat?!",
With a duck and a dive, I sometimes manage to swerve,
But I know in the end I'm going to, "Get what I deserve".
Hospital a few times, "I was playing with my brother",
It's one lame excuse after another.
One of these days, I'm going to break free,
One of these days, I'll be truly happy.

But until then I tell no one,
I have a secret,
I'm not telling anyone
Elijah Corbeau May 2014
While relaxing in an open field
Carving thoughts out of scenic jumble
I bore witness to a king of sights
And afterwords I lay there humbled.

For the briefest of moments
(Although relative, looking back it possessed no time)
I was not in a mere field anymore
And I was quite sure it wasn't my mind.

The clouds danced and swirled for display
Looping through an ever-blue sky.
And out of that beautiful, blasted way
Arrived something riding a north winds sigh.

It revealed itself, beautiful, splendid!
Towers of marble! Azure cascades!
Mountains tall, Emerald Halls,
Amber forests beside Evergreen glades!

And flying astride the floating island,
Were winged men holding spears of light!
They accompanied it, protecting the jewel,
Truly great protection for the Island of Flight!

Then while passing through a nearby mist,
The island seemed to disappear!
It caught itself in the clouds above
And the next instant the skies were clear.
Sonic and Knuckles!
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