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I love her very much,
I love her very much,
I love her very much,
The same phrase repeating itself

Her eye catching garments and all her scars
All her sweet sweet words from honeyed tongue
Those warm cozy moments spent on Saturday nights
The pizza filled laughter we both shared in the couch

All of these intoxicating moments
We both shared from the kitchen to the door
From clothes to the floor and the open windows
From notes to text messages- we all shared

Then I see for the first time in my blinded love
I was Cupid's target practice
The impish face of his laughing at my demise
The arrows broken in my poor chest

Lies lies lies, all of it had been nothing- but lies
From the way she dressed, from every kisses
Every time she opens the door or window
Blowing smoke into the open air

Every single laughter shared masked in deep hate
Every single slice we shared taken with disgust
Every time we get naked  she pukes out her guts
Every single time! Every single moment in a time.

It all was just what it was...lies...
Lies from one of Cupid's mistakes
Lies from one I loved and then hate
Lies made for the Target Practice
Thinking about the sad fate my friend faced the other day. Poor guy he is. Anyways, whoever here felt as though Cupid played them hearts?
Teach me to love you right
So that I can love you best
Teach me to how to fight
So you can worry less

Teach me to care for you
By caring for me too
This mutual thing we do
It is what binds us two

Teach me to crave you more
So that I'll miss you when I bore
Teach me to hate you more
So that I can love you forevermore

Teach me to entirely forget
What and where broken hearts went
Teach me to rememeber sorrows, so I can cry myself wet
Teach me to smile for tomorrow, so I can laugh at memories when we met

Teach me to say goodbye
To you dear my heart still flies
Teach me never to pass by
So I can keep going on, 'til this heartache dies
I dunno if I posted this again or what. I found it in my FB page.
Like the darkness
we are
evil born
evil to spawn
The nature of Humans that all of us have
Must we suffer to uphold?
Must we die to please?
Must we do what we are blindly told?
Must we fall into the greedy Abyss?

For all the Covenants man had made
A broken race we have been
A swirling mass of ink destined to fade
For we follow Prophets of Chaos within

Must the world die with us?
Must it slowly rot with each torn flesh?
Must we burn all innocents for GODS?
And how She wept as old wars open bitter scars

For all the Wills and Whims of ALLAH and GOD,
Nameless beings capable of terror
In their name, we shed people's BLOOD
In these covenants, we still  worship human ERROR

So here is a question why,
For all the good things we are
Of love, compassion beauty and dreams that fly
Must we spill another innocent blood in the name of a nameless Avatar?
Seeing my people suffer from yet another religiously spurred war. My friends who died in the taking over of ISIS in a small town.
Which is it?
Have I?
Where is it?
Should I?

Questions... All of them
Bugging me and my life
Harder and harder
It gets worse all the time

Forgetting something?
Depressed over everything
Even the tiniest speck
Even the slightest streak

The doubt
It fills me with guilt
Terror and frustration
Of anxiety and suicidal thoughts

That is...what?
Who am I?
Who are you?
The doubt never stops...
The precious little thing
deep in the womb
The mother is carrying
of kicks like beating drums

The little life inside her
the little dreams made
Of future set ahead
endless possibilities ended

Expectations the father made
before the child decision could make
Like contracts in the wind that fade
what life and path the child should take

The little seed came
and he was perfect in all ways
Not so perfect to other people
but perfect to the mother anyways
The little life now grew
and all things thought to him
Of things old and things new
the norms and laws laid on him

And long before they know
the little man on his teens
In school and wherever he'd go
his friend and him like wearing same skins

The boy now has feelings inside
of which his parents lack guide
The feeling towards another lad
of butterflies in the stomach he had

Of his pink lips he keeps staring
of the way his eyes can captivate
Of his gentle giggles when laughing
and his smiles all problem alleviate

Of his contoured body figure
chiseled like a statue in park
Temptations he can't endure
it makes his heart spark

Then nobody surely knew
that the boy whom they gave birth to
Had grown and began anew
of his life and his secret TABOO
Here lies my last poem
A sorrowful song indeed
In this unjustly world we heed
As I separate from thine harem

I cooked thee thy last meal
For I am afraid you are hungry still
And with ye I share smiles of coy
For my soul tonight goes with the envoy

The never sleeping envoy of the void
The never winking master of DEATH
To him my life, shall he be overjoyed
For he awaits me in his lowest PIT

For tonight I fill my "patience cup"
And this suffering I can't stop
For the sons of Shame hath given
With Depression and Anxiety I was stricken

With the last drop in full
My heart sank low and turned cruel
My mind swimming in despair
My final cut I make in my skin so bare

To all who hears this song
Heed my words and join the throng
Help a friend who needs faith
For if not, he shall suffer my tragic FATE
I'm thinking of having my veins cut open tonight, can anyone give me reasons why I should not? I can't stop the feeling of being alone anymore. With many people so cruel and no one understands what I am suffering. My whole life I felt depressed and alone, they always pass my sickness as to not going to church or some **** like that. But here I ask, why would the cruel GOD above make me this being? Why? Did he want me and people like me to suffer? Where is his mercy and love? Where is his compassion? Am I to feel thankful for what he made me into? I just can't stand it anymore, my mind is swirling with thoughts right now and please, if anyone has a great reason as to why I must continue to suffer, I will listen.
This is to say goodbye
For many reasons, but first,
I want you all to know
That I love you no matter what.

Even if all of you have flaws and trespasses
It is what makes you all beautiful to me
It is what made me smile in glee
It's what made me cry in unison with all of you.

If you are reading this now,
It only means I have surrendered
I cannot endure anymore of this
But remember that it is nobody's fault

It's me, I haven't been strong
Unlike all of you with strong hearts I admire
The will to move forward has long since passed me
I tried fighting  'til the end but it seems that I can't

You all might start to wonder
"How did this happen?"
He seemed very happy and free
Always funny if not annoyingly cheerful

Behind all of it is a lie,
I have been drowning in tears
Of my own pool of sorrows and grief
A turbulence of unheard pleas

I've been in it for too long,
I can't seem to swim back to the shore
The shore of human sanity
Of normalcy and stability

Maybe its because of my personas
The Him who thought everything a joke
Giving hints that nobody noticed
Ever strong outside yet deeply broken inside

The other Half who always hides
Cowering and shivering in the insecurities of life
He who is always careful not to hurt
Though, he has none he can hurt

Or the other one between
The sane and Normal Me
The one you liked with envy
The one who should've been me

I say this last note of goodbye to you
For I am now stained in black and blue
Never to be clean again like pure white
Never to see me again in Morning's Light.
I found the words from a note (I don't know if it's suicide or breaking up) across the hallway at school. it fluttered in perpetual solitude before I found it. I don't know yet who the owner is but, to him, You'll get through it buddy.
Was it Suicide or Breaking Up?
Leave comments below of what you think it is about.
What makes a perfect poem?
Is it the right words?
Or the right rhyme?
Or is it the way it is written?

Is it the twisted contents?
Or the emotions overflowing?
The relativity of it?
Or is it the surrealism?

Is it the way it makes people shiver?
Or just a plain smile in the lips?
Is it the fact that it is read a lot?
Or is it the poem at all?

So, what makes a perfect poem?
Poem Poetry Questions
I look into the mirror
I see faces
Perfect copies
Different identities

Some faces
Lined with fear
Regret and love
Of shame and envy

Others with expressions
Of anger and lies
Stone faces
And cold hearts

Everyday I look
Into the mirror
Questions I have
Fogging the glass

Which one?
The real one?
Which of it?
Is it me?
I shunned all and everyone
I kept myself from all that's fun
Never thread again in the sun
For I chose the darkness and  it's done

Yet in this sweet dark Abyss
I still seek the one that's weak
A sliver of spark and so meek
A tiny Hope in this Darkness reek

For there is hope for me
For everything thrown at me
For every trial to come at me
And for everyone  to hate on me

For there is hope...
A hope we so crave...
A hope that it'll fade away...
And that tomorrow is another day...
We sometimes fall into our own pits of despair, and hope keeps us hanging in there 'til we have someone to retrieve us  or we struggle on our own volition.
The world is dark
A perfect twilight
Grey shades and purple hues
My mind screaming for an escape

A lit cigarette on hand
A steel kissed lover on the other
The tingling electricity
Of the cold steel, waiting...

A dab in the flesh
Pressing down hard to the veins
A thin red line runs
Down my wrists and the tub

Euphoric and high
I saw rich velvet red
Flowing like streams
Down the drain my life goes

Now the world is in color....
This one I dedicate for my friend who died of suicide. Please if anybody has problems, ask for help.
I hate you...
I hate you for making me
Fall in love
I hate you
Because I love you
I hate it
When you stare at me
And compliment my eyes
I hate it when
You touch me
And make me shiver
I hate it when
You hold me near
And kiss me all over
I hate it when
Your lips find mine
I hate it when
You cuddle me
That I feel so warm
I hate it when...
You said you were
Falling in love
I hate it when...
You promised
To be by my side
And I really hate it when
You left me far behind
And you...away
Not even breathing
How could you?
I cursed and hated you...
Because no matter
How much I hate
I still...am deeply
In love with you...
I hate you
For no matter how I try
I just can't hate you
I hate you when
You opened that door
And said goodbye
I hate you when
I walked towards you
And you just passed by
I hate you for
All these things
That I hate about you
For I really hate
The way I am hating you
And the way
You made me feel
Loved, cared, cherished,
That I did not learn
How to hate you
At all...
Through the eyes we see,
A woman battered and ******,
A man angry of envy,
And children traumatized and wary;

A boy whose lips are ******,
Bruises in him are many,
A girl scared and shaky,
Who can do nothing but see;

The man tries to hit,
But the boy took it,
Head bashed to the wall,
Everyone screams as he falls;

The father leaves,
The mother hugged his son tight,
The older sister wailed,
The son trembling with fear in his eyes;

Through the eyes we see,
What a gruesome word it is,
To call it a necessity,
This thing called Family....
My childhood...
We came from different Tribes
Children of the great Kabuniyan
We came into being
Children of the Bamboo Forest

We hunt, we gather and fish
Living from Our Mother's gifts
The forest and the mountains
The Cordillera we praise

We chant and sing
The Voices of the Gods
Blessings we bring
and Revelations of Warning

The rituals and offerings
Dances of mystical powers
The humble Rice
and the Great forests

From Apo ni Tulao
To the humble Alan
Unto the God Ini-init
and Apo ni Gwani

We came into being
We children of the forest
Children of the rivers
Children of the ever strong Mountain
I am  half Tinguian, a native of the Philippine Islands. I am proud to have such ancient blood in my veins. Currently, I am learning the Ways of the Tribe.
Your dripping blood and tears
Are what quenches my thirst
Your wailing cries of fears
Are what makes my stomach burst

For I am a vile creature of flaws
My hands mangled with sarcastic claws
I am but a melodrama of pain
In which life on death I gain

In this bottomless pit of despair
Forever, torment I will share
Devoid of laughter and love
My life ends like a naive dove
Sadists and Masochists
You are me in another body,
The same soul split in two,
A double dose of insanity,
From all things we share and do,
Both full of poise and profanity,

A Recluse and a Star,
We are both bright and dim,
Born of Love and War,
We are pushed to Sanity's rim,
Both so near yet so far,

You are the emmisary of Hope,
As I am the envoy of Despair,
You are the kind Antelope,
As I am a terrifying Bear,
Together we gently Develop,

To be relentless and cruel,
Yet just, kind and fair,
To be Iron Handed on our Rule,
Yet Gentle like a Mother's Care,
To both be the King and the Fool,

For you are my twin,
My other side of the cosmos,
My hollowed soul piece within,
My piece of Olympus in Erebos,
For we exist in each other's skin.
Random Babblings (  -   _   -  ) I need coffee... stat...
My hurtling words of fire
A comforting flame in your ire
A useless sting of pointless banter
In which you let out a heartless laughter

Your mirth a travesty of joy
For inside you feel sick and coy
That boastful persona of yours
A swollen mask of horrid boars

For you are but a gnat
An annoyance in my gut
A perfect example of a lie
In which your feelings you deny

A big hulking menace you are
I am a bee prepared for war
'Coz even the small venom may suffice
To take down a bullying giant thrice

For you are nothing but an anomaly
A ******* of sacred sympathy
A mutation of kindness and charity
An unloved kid raised in brutal anarchy

So when this war fades out
And we both are cold out
I hope that we can make and fill
The love we both didn't get to feel

For you see we are but humans
Of the same species of grand
A being of futile feelings
Of uncontrollable emotions we are drowning
I am no SJW or any of those pretentious people. But here we are, all equal with flaws and perfections. We are but beings craving for love, that same love we can't attain "PEACE". So please don't judge people without knowing why they do things.
The scars on my face
your bruises
and my pain
The dark secrets we share
the shame we hide
and the whispers at night

Violet shades
under the lamp
we kiss and touch
hot and cold
collide and fold
until we explode

ragged breathing
moans of pleasure
stiff bodies
colliding with pressure
hurt and be hurt
in Violet's *******
To my friend Violet, whom I shared a mutual feeling and healed her addiction to ***
I am a wallpaper
Glued to love you on the wall
To just see you and stutter
Never to feel your love and all

Yet you peel me off the wood
Wear me and tear me off my place
Waiting to see if you would
One day replace me in a sudden daze

I'm hurt but can't complain
What I am to you is expendable
To recieve silently all the pain
To ruin me into nothing but rubble

You wreck me and cause me to crumble
All I wanted was for you to notice
That I am loving and humble
For me to be your loving cover
Love what we can't have
What if, we go out together
Watch movies that take forever
Eat popcorn on a early hour
Sit dearly on the spot of ours

What if, we stand by the moonlight
Kissing with the breeze on flight
Tiptoeing into our secret site
endless  giggles we try to fight

What if, we go marry each other
Never look for any other
In our lovely bliss, live forever
With our loving son and daughter

What if, I promise you my love
As the stars twinkle above
And so will it blaze, my love
'Til we finally meet in heaven above

What if, just what ifs
A plan I hope to be a gift
A heaven sent item of joy and grief
For it is just as it is, What if?
The game of What If. Such a painful story for my beloved Granddad Rudy, may you rest in peace.
What's on your mind?
in facebook you constantly find
This quote always flashes
to remind you of life's rushes

But seriously, look within
and see what thrives inside
Look for thoughts sinking in
and bade them all to come alive

Make your words artful
as that drip of ink caresses the paper
Make them a phrase so wonderful
That people may be happier

Inspire people who has no idea
and save ones that are lost
Open the curiosity jar like Pandora
and let's HOPE we make the most

From dreams in paper
to songs of unending summers
From snowdrop love letters
to eulogies of sorrowful winters

From the heart through the mouth
leave a print of beauty behind
Be it raw, bare or shouting out
never be afraid to speak "What's on your Mind"
You, What's on your mind?
To Karishma :3 and other people too
When women ****, 'tis a blessing,
As they drug an innocent young man,
Shedding his clothes for the reaping,
And then blame him for being a man,

When women beat, 'tis funny,
As they drag the guy crying for help,
His blood dripping as thick as honey,
Women laughing at his painful yelp,

When women lie, 'tis truth when she cries,
You'll be called a sexist if you don't believe, For when women do visciously decieve,
All the knights in the land rally and rise,

And without a careful judgement of the court,
A man was sentenced to the living morgue,
Behind bars of steel inside a stone fort,
Rotting inside like his fellow corpses.
This is not to poke fun at women harrasment. This is to make people aware of the GIANT ELEPHANT in the room which is men being abused. And a brief summary as to why they don't tell. Many abused male victims, including myself have suffered too much because we couldn't tell anyone or else it would be turned on us. I hope we find that we are all equal and no one supercedes the other. There will always be two sides of a coin.
Once we were agents of peace and prosperity
Using Nature's gifts for love and harmony
We always heal and never hurt
For we bring healing and love into this earth

We always lived without insecurity
Never in our minds came rebelry
For we live as good as we can be
And never thread the path to obscurity

But once we were also set aflame
By merciless acts to us, our great shame
The ****** of someone we love
Or the theft of precious things we did have

An infamous thing done to us
A dangerous thing came crashing fast
Scars began to form in body and soul
Reminding us of things most foul

The jilting of a sweet lovely human
The genocide done by something inhuman
The taking of an artifact we kept and protected
The petty tricks of humans, we are abused and molested

Now we cry in despair for the Dark
A last resort for the Pain and Mark
A deadly art we dared trespass
For we crave vengeance and execute it we must

For love and redemption
Evil actions of our own volition
Lost in the embrace of Oblivion
The last move we have in Preparation
This is an excerpt from my short story Deadly Nightshade (unpublished) that I had entered in our school contest. It talks about a witch named Cataleya, who lost it all when other humans ravaged her village and this are her reasons on why she became Belladona. It talks much of how people change when set aflame by actions of others. Some of these are the reasons why we go cold on other people and seek vengeance (which I do not advocate) for our own redemption.

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