#charot
isang salita
na kayang gawing
meron ang wala
bawiin ang nasabi na
gawing biro ang seryoso na pala
ikaw pa rin pala
charot
masakit pa rin kaya
charot
mahal pa rin kita
charot
hindi mo alam
kung seseryosohin
dahil sa dala ng unang kataga
na sinundan ng charot
para hindi masyadong halata
ang sakit
ang hapdi
ang paparating na luha
charot
tila isang malaking pantakip
sa butas na iniwan mo
ng matagal
charot lang
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 4:01 AM UTC
So tight, it would hurt, yet I let it be
Lured with words, blindly following commands,
I sigh in wonder, truly, what are we?
When someone would show interest in me,
again and again, you would hold my hand,
so tight, it would hurt, yet I let it be
When someone would ask about you and me,
confusion painted in your face, and then
I sigh in wonder, truly, what are we?
Got sick of playing mind games, let me be
cry silently, as I grip my own hand,
so tight, it would hurt, yet I let it be
Finally, you have the guts to ask me,
yet I stood still and threw the question back
I sigh in wonder, truly, what are we?
Genuine masochists, we both agree
I chose to walk away, yet you glomped me,
so tight, it would hurt, yet I let it be
I sigh in wonder, truly, what are we?
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 2:43 AM UTC
sleep isn't for the weak.
sleep is for those who hear "I love you" on a regular basis. sleep is for those who can intertwine their fingers with their significant ones. sleep is for those who can feel the warmth of a hug. sleep is for those who have someone to stay up with them at night to talk about aliens, indie music and politics. sleep is for those who have someone to admire them, even at their bedhead. sleep is for those who feel content, comfort and worth.
sleep isn't for those who stay up at night waiting for a good night call. sleep isn't for those who wait for a reply to the message they sent 3 days ago. sleep isn't for those who write long-ass poetry to someone who won't even read them. sleep isn't for those who cry at night, wishing they were enough. sleep isn't for those who think they don't deserve it. sleep isn't for those who have loved and will never be loved.
go to bed, self.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
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.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC