Angel DMC Mar 2015
You're a one night stand
But we spent too many nights
I lost count of it.

You're that unexpected kiss
On a drunken wasted night
Of vomits and vodka.

You're that awkward hi
Exchanged by strangers who
Thought they both knew each other
But were clearly mistaken for another.

You're the bruise that turns blue
When I accidentally bump my leg
On the corner of the bed.

You're the scar that I never
Knew I had.

You're the bittersweet taste in
My mouth every morning.

You're the last thought lingering
In my head before slumber takes me
And you're the vagueness that
Haunts me in my dreams.

You're the scalding hot shower
In a cold freezing morning.

You're the boiling tea that numbs
My tongue for the rest of the day.

You're the obsession
I will never learn to let go of.

You're that person I will
Never get to call mine.

You're the one that got away.
ZT Jun 2015
Kung alam ko lang na mamimiss kita nang ganito,
Hindi na sana ako umalis.
Kung alam ko lang na ganito pala kasakit,
Hindi na sana kita binitiwan.
Kung alam ko lang na mahuhulog ako sayo nang ganito ka lalim,
Hindi na sana kita minahal

Pero ang totoo ay,
Alam ko...
Matagal ko nang alam,
Alam na alam ko


Alam ko.. Alam ko na mamimiss kita nang labis

Pero.. pero
Kailangan kong umalis at iwan ka,
Kasi alam kong mali.
Mali ang makapiling kita

Alam ko na masasaktan ako nang sobra,
Pero kailangan kitang pakawalan
Dahil.. kailanma'y
hindi ka talaga naging sakin

Alam ko na mahuhulog ako sayo nang napakalalim...
Pero hinayaan ko parin ang sarili ko na mahulog sayo

Nagbabakasakali na sana, sana
Possible, maari, baka lang ay
saluin mo ako

Hindi eh..
Nahulog nga ako pero walang sumalo.

Kasi habang nahuhulog pa ako,
May kayakap ka na palang iba.

At nang bumagsak na ako sa lupa
Ang sakit..
Ang sakit sakit..
Nadurog na ang puso ko, wasak..
Was...Wasak na wasak na at
Nagkalat sa lupa

Pero alam mo ba kung ano ang mas masakit?

Mas masakit
Kasi heto parin ako, hawak-hawak ang durog ko na puso
Na mahalin mo rin ako...
nasubukan niyo na bang magmahal? umasa? at paasahin lamang?
nasaktan na, nawasak na ang puso.. pero nagmamahal pa rin?
Kadee Nov 2014
Endearing words laced with lies,
Heartfelt apologies strung on a line,
Sung to the moon,
A story of woe,
Full of wonder, love, and death,
A tale of a human,
Spun from the mind of an animal,

Days grew shorter,
Nights became longer,
Fears became unearthed,
A powerful tale,
A loner,
Away from a pack,
Predator yet prey,

Crazy in the eyes of the night,
It howls its story to the moon,
Hoping for redemption,
The stars twinkle merrily,
While the moon never listens,
Erin Jean Aug 2014
here in this land the rain will not fall
the clouds pass us thoughtlessly
we wait and wait for rain endlessly
how can i hug you,
when i can't touch you?

that red lips
i want to kiss

those beautiful eyes
i want to stare

those soft hands
i want to hold

maybe, just maybe
forever i will be
chasing clouds
w r e c k a g e Aug 2015
i hope you find time
to build a treehouse
or find yourself inside one

i hope you have
tin can phone conversations
with everyone you love

i hope you have
first kisses under the stars
and one of them
tastes like forever

i hope you chase trains
splash puddles
and dance on rooftops
while the sun falls sleep

and i hope you remember me

but most of all
i really hope you're happy
Caryl Sep 2015
Akala mo di siya mawawala
Eto ngayon, umalis na siya
Akala mo maghihintay pa siya
Yun ang masakit, hindi na pala

Akala mo di ka mapapalitan
Ngayo'y may bagong nang kasiyahan
Akala mo ikaw pa rin ang mahal
Nagbabago pala habang tumatagal

Akala mo ganun pa rin
Hindi na pala, nagbago din
"Babalik pa ba o hindi?"
Alam mo naman sa sarili mong
2nd tagalog poem. Sorry for not updating my acct. :)
Don't do secret admirer letters
You'll get rejected faster than a criminal applying for a job
It was a sincere deed that made me feel like I was one after I got a reaction
Some lessons hurt deep
Real life experience. I hate valentines day because im stupid. Not being negative but I was stupid.
Circa 1994 Jan 2015
I can never seem to hold you
For very long.

But I kiss my fingertips after you're gone.
Maybe someday you'll stay awhile
And do the kissing for me.
Marnelli Abian Mar 2014
A love where you’re









Is nothing.

The worst kind of love is where

You’re waiting…

For that one message

For all these not to happen

All over again.
Lynn Greyling Dec 2014
I am spent, and I am quiet
with suspended longing.
My river runs low
into cold-cold valleys.

My waiting is a bird in the sky,
turning, turning. Turning
my head from side to side
with searching eyes.

A scream wells up in me,
first fills my head
and then my room,
airtight ready-to-burst balloon.
Lastuxedo Nov 2015
There is an ecosystem of conflict thriving in my brain.
A world with questions for residents and doubts for landscapes.
I’m not sure if I’m actually reaching for answers right now,
although something in my soul aches.
Those landscapes are parched
and turning to deserts under the sun the residents have named:
Ellen Joyce Jun 2013
My memory beats in rhythm with my heart.
Spilling out snapshot flashes of life like a flick book's muffled cries.
Controversial plastic shell, elastic strap, stick insect mattel covetted for months
until Santa dropped it down the chimney,
almost as fast as she sprogged and regained her figure
- the original scrummy yummy mummy set to spread low self esteem.

My daddy said anyone can crank out a kid like she did,
as my mother ground her teeth to protest on behalf of her traumatised frame.
Strange, I almost became one of the lost - before I grew cells and self,
another fragile foetus swinging on a noose
from gallows where once a vagina failed to stayed closed.
Little life curled tight self soothing sings al na tivke iredem bim'nucha

My memory beats in rhythm with my heart
as I lie beneath my shroud of sadness filled with down shrinking from the light of day
I want to tell you that I love you,
that my heart brays, beats, bleets, breaks, aches for you.
My soul, spirit, self thrice chorus al na tivke iredem bim'nucha
as waters flow from deep to deep
where danger dances and solace is sought
from beyond the fruitless orchards and willows weeping
branches reaching out for you.

My memory beats in rhythm with my heart
surrounded by madonna, whore and all betwixt
spheres of life protruding, pronounced, announcing themselves;
in streets where bundles, terrors, cherubs, banting, brat and bairn alike
shriek, scream, squeal, shout, squalk, squabble, sing
in a cacophony that makes my heart weep and ache in longing
to sing to self in solitude al na tivke iredem bim'nucha.

My memory beats in rhythm with my heart
pulsating thoughts, dreams, hopes of you through the whole of me.
Brought to my knees I seek wisdom, guidence, strength to let you go.
The river is waiting for you, you who I hold tight in my caul
trying to trust, seeking strength to hakshev le'ivshat haga'lim
holding the thought of you,
the love of you,
the hope of you
tight in my arms crooning my lullaby of lament
al na tivke iredem bim'nucha
When I wrote this poem to express the letting go of the babies much loved but never to be I thought of a song actually from the Prince of Egypt, a film I first watched in Hebrew, so I looked it up.
al na tivke iredem bim'nucha
hush now be still love my baby dont cry
hakshev le'ivshat haga'lim
sleep while you're rocked by the stream
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