#alorro - Hello Poetry

Sa labing-apat na araw na nakilala kita Minahal ka ng buo Puso'y napahinto, natulala Dahan-dahang bumilis ang bawat pintig At sa bawat pintig na ginagawa nito Dala'y dugo na umaasang sana mahalin ako Namumulang pisngi Namumulang labi At kagaya ng dugo sa katawan Akoy pinaikot-ikot, ikot, ikot... Hanggang sa maubos ang enerhiya Na baon-baon mula ulo hanggang paa At sa dahon ng saging ako ay ibinalot Na parang betamax Iniluwa ng hindi nasarapan Ikinamuhi dahil sa lasa 'Di ko alam kung ako'y tanga o nagmamahal lamang At kung alin man ako sa dalawa Hindi na mahalaga dahil alam kong mahal kita Sa labing-apat na araw na nakilala kita, Pinaglaruan mo ako At kagaya ng mga bata sa lansangan Ako ay naging kalsada At ikaw, ikaw ang trak Na piniling di pansinin ang mga butas sa ibabaw ng dibdib Dinaanan lang Hinayaang bukas Nakabilad sa araw At sa pagbuhos ng ulan Tinulungang lunurin ng tubig na may dalang putik Sa labing-apat na araw na nakilala kita Minahal ka ng buo Nang walang halong pag-aalinlangan Na di inisip kung mahal din ba ako o hindi Pero sa ating munting panahon Nalaman ko na ikaw ay isang relihiyon Na piniling isantabi ang agham At ako, kagaya ng lahat ng bagay sa mundo mo Ay isang bersikulo lamang ng iyong bibliya Na kung hindi maintindihan Gagabayan ang sariling kamay At ibubuklat ang mga kasunod na pahina Mahal, sa labing-apat na araw na nakilala kita Pagod na akong maging kalsada Ayaw ko nang maging parte ng iyong bibliya At higit sa lahat Hindi ako ang iyong dugo Na gagawing betamax at ibebenta Kapalit sa kapirasong salapi Mahal, hindi ako iyon At ngayong tapos na ang labing apat na araw Magiging mahalaga ako para sa akin Nasaktan, nadurog Pero noon 'yon! Mula ngayon tatanggi na ako Tatanggi akong masaktan Tatanggi akong paglaruan Tatanggi akong gamitin At higit sa lahat tatanggihan na kita Lilimutin ko ang iyong pagkatao gaya ng paglimot mo sa akin. Masakit, pero kaya. Matagal, pero kailangan.

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Sep 13, 2015

Sep 13, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC

ken-alorro

Dugo, Kalsada, Bersikulo

Sa labing-apat na araw na nakilala kita Minahal ka ng buo Puso'y napahinto, natulala Dahan-dahang bumilis ang bawat pintig At sa bawat pintig na ginagawa nito Dala'y dugo na umaasang sana mahalin ako Namumulang pisngi Namumulang labi At kagaya ng dugo sa katawan Akoy pinaikot-ikot, ikot, ikot... Hanggang sa maubos ang enerhiya Na baon-baon mula ulo hanggang paa At sa dahon ng saging ako ay ibinalot Na parang betamax Iniluwa ng hindi nasarapan Ikinamuhi dahil sa lasa 'Di ko alam kung ako'y tanga o nagmamahal lamang At kung alin man ako sa dalawa Hindi na mahalaga dahil alam kong mahal kita Sa labing-apat na araw na nakilala kita, Pinaglaruan mo ako At kagaya ng mga bata sa lansangan Ako ay naging kalsada At ikaw, ikaw ang trak Na piniling di pansinin ang mga butas sa ibabaw ng dibdib Dinaanan lang Hinayaang bukas Nakabilad sa araw At sa pagbuhos ng ulan Tinulungang lunurin ng tubig na may dalang putik Sa labing-apat na araw na nakilala kita Minahal ka ng buo Nang walang halong pag-aalinlangan Na di inisip kung mahal din ba ako o hindi Pero sa ating munting panahon Nalaman ko na ikaw ay isang relihiyon Na piniling isantabi ang agham At ako, kagaya ng lahat ng bagay sa mundo mo Ay isang bersikulo lamang ng iyong bibliya Na kung hindi maintindihan Gagabayan ang sariling kamay At ibubuklat ang mga kasunod na pahina Mahal, sa labing-apat na araw na nakilala kita Pagod na akong maging kalsada Ayaw ko nang maging parte ng iyong bibliya At higit sa lahat Hindi ako ang iyong dugo Na gagawing betamax at ibebenta Kapalit sa kapirasong salapi Mahal, hindi ako iyon At ngayong tapos na ang labing apat na araw Magiging mahalaga ako para sa akin Nasaktan, nadurog Pero noon 'yon! Mula ngayon tatanggi na ako Tatanggi akong masaktan Tatanggi akong paglaruan Tatanggi akong gamitin At higit sa lahat tatanggihan na kita Lilimutin ko ang iyong pagkatao gaya ng paglimot mo sa akin. Masakit, pero kaya. Matagal, pero kailangan.

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Her mind, plagued with the darkness of thoughts Pain burrowed in her chest She cried, and cried, then cried once more She needed to breathe but she can't She gasped for more air Then looked her face in the mirror How terrible it is to know That rivers could come from faces All because of a broken heart.

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Sep 7, 2015

Sep 7, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC

ken-alorro

Untitled

Her mind, plagued with the darkness of thoughts Pain burrowed in her chest She cried, and cried, then cried once more She needed to breathe but she can't She gasped for more air Then looked her face in the mirror How terrible it is to know That rivers could come from faces All because of a broken heart.

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Dear friend, I know you're in so much sorrow and I know how you always try to fake a smile. But please, make it more authentic? I would know because you and I, have been a part of each other, inseparable, on the same rhythm. Dear friend, it has been a year since we last spoke about our whereabouts, it has been a year since we forgot each other. You chose to be with people who have the capacity to not ask if things have been great for you, or not. But I chose to ask, because I choose you. Dear friend, I was always wondering how life could be so mundane, more so that death itself doesn't feel as threatening as losing you. You kept the easy ones, but gave away your friend who has always been there during Saturday nights where you would cry your heart out over some one who treated you like ******** Dear friend, I did everything to make you stay, convinced you to not go back from the hands that hurt you. You have been addicted to your own destruction. And you chose him, over me. And I am sorry, I am not him. I refuse to be someone I am not. Dear friend, I hate seeing you go, but if you really must, please come back. Please come back with my heart. And please, when you come back, never take it again. Because I refuse to be your pseudo lover, I refuse to be unnoticed. I refuse to be refused of love.

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Sep 6, 2015

Sep 6, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC

ken-alorro

Friendzoned

Dear friend, I know you're in so much sorrow and I know how you always try to fake a smile. But please, make it more authentic? I would know because you and I, have been a part of each other, inseparable, on the same rhythm. Dear friend, it has been a year since we last spoke about our whereabouts, it has been a year since we forgot each other. You chose to be with people who have the capacity to not ask if things have been great for you, or not. But I chose to ask, because I choose you. Dear friend, I was always wondering how life could be so mundane, more so that death itself doesn't feel as threatening as losing you. You kept the easy ones, but gave away your friend who has always been there during Saturday nights where you would cry your heart out over some one who treated you like ******** Dear friend, I did everything to make you stay, convinced you to not go back from the hands that hurt you. You have been addicted to your own destruction. And you chose him, over me. And I am sorry, I am not him. I refuse to be someone I am not. Dear friend, I hate seeing you go, but if you really must, please come back. Please come back with my heart. And please, when you come back, never take it again. Because I refuse to be your pseudo lover, I refuse to be unnoticed. I refuse to be refused of love.

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