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"istasyon" poems
pumasok sa kompartamentong bilang sa lahat ngunit ipagsiksikan ang sarili, sumuot, at ipilit dahil ang maiiwan sa españa ay hindi makakarating makipaglaban, mang-agaw, ang akin ay akin trenta minutong paghihintay sa ilalim ng init, tiyaga ang kapiling sa umaga bakit nga ba ‘di pa makikipag-balyahan? asal-hayup upang mapuntahan ka lamang sa pagdating sa istasyon ng sta. mesa pawis ay naghahalo, amoy ay ‘di mawari napagitnaan ng dal’wang dalagang nagchi-chismisan ‘di sinasadyang makinig, ako’y ‘di sang-ayon kaya iiling sa hawakan ay higpitan lalo ang kapit sasakyan natin ay paparating na sa pandacan tumitig sa bintana at muli, bigla kang naisip ngunit sila’y ‘di maibigay ang inaasam na pagtahimik bakit nga ba ako nagtitiyaga? sa masikip, magulo, at maingay na paraan paalis na tayo sa istasyon ng paco ika’y singtulad ng tren na ito hindi makahinga sa dami ng taong nilalaman kailan ba mapapadali ang ruta sa araw-araw? magrereklamo, magsasawa, sasabihing “ayoko na” titigil sa istasyon ng san andres mananatili hanggang makaabot sa vito cruz pasulong ang andar ngunit ang gana’y wala na pagod at nagsasawa, hindi magawang iwan ngayon ka pa ba susuko, eh ang lapit mo na? nawala ang bigat ng pasahero pagdating sa buendia nawala na rin panandalian ang sikip na iniinda ngunit ano namang silbi ng ginhawa, kung paalis ka na rin at nalalapit na sa paru-roonan pagod ka na pero tiyagain mo nalang ikaw at ang sitwasyon ay nariyan na nga nag-inarte ka pa kung kailan nasa pasay road na hindi ka pa ba nasanay sa araw-araw? tumigil ang tren sa istasyong pinakahihintay pawis, pagod, suot ang damit na gusut-gusot heto na, sa dami ng nangyari ay narito na sa edsa magallanes, salubungin mo siya
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
astroaquanaut
ang hindi maisiwalat na pagnanasa at tumatakbong imahinasyon sa istasyon ng tren: byaheng mula españa hanggang edsa-magallanes
pumasok sa kompartamentong bilang sa lahat ngunit ipagsiksikan ang sarili, sumuot, at ipilit dahil ang maiiwan sa españa ay hindi makakarating makipaglaban, mang-agaw, ang akin ay akin trenta minutong paghihintay sa ilalim ng init, tiyaga ang kapiling sa umaga bakit nga ba ‘di pa makikipag-balyahan? asal-hayup upang mapuntahan ka lamang sa pagdating sa istasyon ng sta. mesa pawis ay naghahalo, amoy ay ‘di mawari napagitnaan ng dal’wang dalagang nagchi-chismisan ‘di sinasadyang makinig, ako’y ‘di sang-ayon kaya iiling sa hawakan ay higpitan lalo ang kapit sasakyan natin ay paparating na sa pandacan tumitig sa bintana at muli, bigla kang naisip ngunit sila’y ‘di maibigay ang inaasam na pagtahimik bakit nga ba ako nagtitiyaga? sa masikip, magulo, at maingay na paraan paalis na tayo sa istasyon ng paco ika’y singtulad ng tren na ito hindi makahinga sa dami ng taong nilalaman kailan ba mapapadali ang ruta sa araw-araw? magrereklamo, magsasawa, sasabihing “ayoko na” titigil sa istasyon ng san andres mananatili hanggang makaabot sa vito cruz pasulong ang andar ngunit ang gana’y wala na pagod at nagsasawa, hindi magawang iwan ngayon ka pa ba susuko, eh ang lapit mo na? nawala ang bigat ng pasahero pagdating sa buendia nawala na rin panandalian ang sikip na iniinda ngunit ano namang silbi ng ginhawa, kung paalis ka na rin at nalalapit na sa paru-roonan pagod ka na pero tiyagain mo nalang ikaw at ang sitwasyon ay nariyan na nga nag-inarte ka pa kung kailan nasa pasay road na hindi ka pa ba nasanay sa araw-araw? tumigil ang tren sa istasyong pinakahihintay pawis, pagod, suot ang damit na gusut-gusot heto na, sa dami ng nangyari ay narito na sa edsa magallanes, salubungin mo siya
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You were there inside a train trapped in a moment of confusion and despair - with so many faces that you don’t want to see. in a busy station where everyone was rushing chasing the time, not knowing that time chases them. You were keeping your balance, leaning in that shabby pole, in that nauseating situation where escape will never be an option, Weighing the pros and cons of your dreams, together with all the other passengers who are facing some of their life’s secret and silent battles. You inhaled all those bitter thoughts of grief and exhaled the air of fake relief, wishing you’d exited the train of melancholy. But your heart was a liar, you’ve pretended that things will be the same after all the sheet of ***** you’ve discovered. When you’re puzzled you don’t really know how to explain what you feel or perhaps, you really don’t know what to feel anymore. It’s like anxiety and despair has enjoyed their company with you. You endured all those pain for years, you suffered with your own fears who have loved to visit you at night. You befriended those sorrows, you were even wrapped in their misery embrace. And for a moment, you thought you should have gone home. You should have rested all these thoughts, you should have played your cards properly. You even made escape route on your own chaos, but that route can only be taken when you had a cigarette on your right hand and a cold bottle of beer on your left. But, crying yourself to sleep won’t be enough solution, You were so tired of living with the real truth that people’s words sting. You looked from afar and wondered when will the time come when you will no longer feel being left out? when will that morning come to an end when you will no longer see tear stains on your pillows? When will those nights end when you would eat dinner alone in your own room? the thing you opted to do   when you started to withdraw yourselves from people. You tightened your gripped on the train handle and convinced yourself that if ever someone asked if you were hurt, you would tell them you weren’t. but all of these thoughts vanished, when you heard someone say “Next station Pureza, ang susunod na istasyon ay Pureza”
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
Madelle0414-
train of melancholy
You were there inside a train trapped in a moment of confusion and despair - with so many faces that you don’t want to see. in a busy station where everyone was rushing chasing the time, not knowing that time chases them. You were keeping your balance, leaning in that shabby pole, in that nauseating situation where escape will never be an option, Weighing the pros and cons of your dreams, together with all the other passengers who are facing some of their life’s secret and silent battles. You inhaled all those bitter thoughts of grief and exhaled the air of fake relief, wishing you’d exited the train of melancholy. But your heart was a liar, you’ve pretended that things will be the same after all the sheet of ***** you’ve discovered. When you’re puzzled you don’t really know how to explain what you feel or perhaps, you really don’t know what to feel anymore. It’s like anxiety and despair has enjoyed their company with you. You endured all those pain for years, you suffered with your own fears who have loved to visit you at night. You befriended those sorrows, you were even wrapped in their misery embrace. And for a moment, you thought you should have gone home. You should have rested all these thoughts, you should have played your cards properly. You even made escape route on your own chaos, but that route can only be taken when you had a cigarette on your right hand and a cold bottle of beer on your left. But, crying yourself to sleep won’t be enough solution, You were so tired of living with the real truth that people’s words sting. You looked from afar and wondered when will the time come when you will no longer feel being left out? when will that morning come to an end when you will no longer see tear stains on your pillows? When will those nights end when you would eat dinner alone in your own room? the thing you opted to do   when you started to withdraw yourselves from people. You tightened your gripped on the train handle and convinced yourself that if ever someone asked if you were hurt, you would tell them you weren’t. but all of these thoughts vanished, when you heard someone say “Next station Pureza, ang susunod na istasyon ay Pureza”
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