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Triste Feb 2019
Poetry has bones of truth
It believes in words
And moves with emotion
It screams with madness
And bleeds with reason
It confronts a denial heart
But can heal a broken soul.
Triste Jan 2019
She loved him with so much certainty
It shattered their worlds apart
Then the truth pierced her
Like shards of glass
It cut too deep
And she bled with his lies.
Triste Jan 2019
I will continue to write about you
Of all the things I love about you
The way you make me feel
How I long for the comfort I find in the warmth of your hands
And your scent that still lingers in my head
I will pour these out
Until my mind is emptied of the thoughts of you
Until my heart crisps like autumn leaves
And when the hopeful rays of sunshine
Give birth to a new found love.
Missing someone doesn't always mean we want the person back in our lives. Some stories just need to end, no matter how much we want them to go on.
Triste Dec 2018
Let me keep you
In the vortex of my memory

Though unreachable,

But even just the very thought of you,
Let it spark the insides of my heart.
Triste Nov 2018
If I can, I'd love to take you on for a ride, or maybe for a swim or even fly you to Spain
If I can, I'd love to sing you a song, or maybe we'll dance above the moon or even treat you for an ice cream at noon
If I can, I'd love to walk you home after midnight in June, or maybe we'll laugh to the stories we tell or even just gaze at the stars in your eyes
If I can, I'd love to take you away from this house you've built on misery and tears, where your windows scream of what could have been, where the bleeding past constantly knocks on your doors, where shattered hearts make your bed at night, where cold has been your warmth, and where darkness only sees the light.
But you said, "I'd rather stay so you can learn to love again and I'd rather stay so you will know what happiness really means, to be wise and strong again.
"I'd rather stay and take my time so you can smile and be whole again."
  Nov 2018 Triste
Nyx
It's been awhile since you've crossed my mind
Since I felt those memories and our lives entwined
Our film playing silently in the back
While our lives continue swiftly, steadily on track

And it's been awhile since I've heard your voice
That obnoxious laugh and those playful jokes
Your music that you so passionately create
Those songs you wrote, beautifully defined fate

And that smile of yours that gleamed like the sun
Paired with deep blue eyes like the raging rivers that run
Those dark brown locks that curled ever so slightly around
And for a moment everything ceases to make a sound

It's been awhile since I walked down our path
Since I entered those classrooms, since we were those outcasts
I haven't listened to our songs or read through our texts
I haven't talked about you or gone to such depths

As I remember more then anything they said
I knew you like non of them ever would
Define toxic, manipulative and wrong
But even if it's so, you're still my favourite song

And I loved you my dear, with a sincerest heart
But from the very beginning it was destine to fall apart
I miss you, and everything that we were
Even if now that period of contentment is only a b l u r

We talked for awhile, only moments ago
And it was as if for a second, time would slow
We talked about your girlfriend and for that I'm truly happy
I'm glad you found somebody perfect for you I say
As I attempt not to be too sappy

No matter the past, present and future
I'm glad you were a key part of my life
You gave me the world even if it were just a night
As in a world that is dark you were my light
And for that I'm eternally grateful

It's been awhile
Even so
I still love you all the same



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Out of the entire world I live in
You were truly one of the only people I ever loved
And for that all I have to say is
Thank you, for being such an important person in my life
Triste Nov 2018
Ang tula ay isang wasak na puso
At isang nababagabag na isipan
Na lumalakad sa mga bubog ng alaala
Duguang mga paa, saan ka pupunta?
Lumuluhang mga mata, ano ang iyong nakikita?
Kung ang kahapon ay nilisan na, sa pagsikat ng araw mananatili ba?
Kung ang sana ay isang mahigpit na yakap, kakapit ka ba?
Kung ang mga halik ay matamis na panaginip, gigising ka pa ba?
Kung ang kanyang mga kamay ay pangako ng isang umaga, bibitiw ka ba?
Ang tula ay mga salita ng unang pagkikita at mga yapak ng paalam na.
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