Sy Lilang May 2014

Diniligan ng luha
Ang tuyo kong pagsuyo
Bitakan at tikag
Itong aking puso.

Sinilo mo ako’t
Ginawaran ng rehas
Ipinahalik sa araw
Binasa pa ng ulan
Ako’y kinidlatan
Kulog ay nakapapanting
Tainga’y duguan
Halimaw ang tingin.

Aking pag-ibig,
Pagsinta’t pag-irog
Pawang kuro
At puso’y nilatay
Inilibing
Inihatid sa hantungan
Hindi pa man nito oras
At ang binhing kinalinga
Siya ring inanod ng rimarim.

(12/2/13 @xirlleelang)

SøułSurvivør May 2015

10W

the argument ends
he won
i am martyred
in silence.



soulsurvivor
(c) 5/19/2015

It takes more guts and integrity
to be silent when you know
that you're in the right.

I'm not conceding out of cowardace
I give up for the sake of peace.

---
Mark Ball Jan 2015

Die for your applause;
Collect your cause.
Just keep your flaws,
Away from my claws.

Rafael Melendez Feb 2015

She did not keep the peace, was not the conformist in silence, was not a normal person. She was the rebellious martyr filled with centuries upon centuries of the world's anger and trash. She did not yield for a rule, never  stormed for the greater good of currency, and was born to die. But of course, not before she recieved what she thrived for.

Harsh Sandhu Nov 2014

That time being nation's condition worse
For all to exist in yoke motherland seemed
                                                       to be curse
Having country's onus on youths to freed
So swear to intent freedom theirs' mind
                                                               vivid
With full enthusiasm, excitation and zeal
Everyone gone for country's wound to heal
Having all that time the same intent
Anyone who felt country's screaming of
                                        bondage present!

I try to feel again and again country's situation of that time , when freedom was only a word for our countrymen.
Nathalie Anna Jun 2014

Like a captive, I capture rapture wrapping around stakes that matter
Joan of Arc battered
Also tattered but, easily dismissive
Refracted from fractured prominent phrases people play with
Distinctly persuasive and evasive, dressed boyishly attractive, lax stature, dawning armor crafted by absence as if asked about it-
I’m drifted
Protection is principle prerequisite, when fire is lit
I sort of implore your aorta before it’s incinerated to ashes
Dethatched as a habit, with swords or hatchets crafted to singe heartstrings that attached it
While I slash slick Rick as a quick fix,
To fend for pretend pretenses or presumed tricks,
I can’t quit
Cause I hit lips against hash spliffs fashioned with dashes of passion all while rationing fireball cinnamon sips
Martyr to avoidance
I gaze at fabled dazed gossipers galvanizing grips on gritty grapevines while licking warning labels through smoke haze on blurred lines
Capably unstable
Other eyes attending scandal circles able to shout lies and rekindle handed arguments on tables with locked smiles stay boxed in
Avidly amiable
Searching for counterparts when combusted or branded
Toying with matches loses meaning when rules reseed
Those vagabonds claim love is some all end hard bent to mend what the same above can’t comprehend.
Breaking boredom, I pillage pillows with night terrors
And ardent arsonists yearn for flames that churn, turn, liquefy and learn learned thoughts and smoldered feelings
Completely complacent
Melting in one another they are completing each other like two candles tryst true at a wedding day
However later the blaze is severed, smoke sears, and charred black wick stands alone for them.
Aggressive and progressive.
As for me never pleading, fire forever fleets to streets between iron bars I built that cage in deep heat and seep dire dreams once desired
Suppose I’m a skeptic
Roasted or disconnected
Just jaded, just met you
Always over it too soon
Burnt but I’m amused.
I’m useful.

J A M Aug 2014

In the hotel room
You feel more at home

You sleep better without

Without anything
Without everything

Without real life

Depriving yourself
As martyrs often do

Kara Subido Nov 2015

Ilang oras na ba ang iyong ginugugol para sa kaniya?
Hindi man lang niya nagawang kamustahin ka.
Alam mo kahit simpleng ''Anong ganap sa'yo, Okss ka lang''
Tatanggapin ko kahit ano man yon basta galing sa'yo.

Ilang panahon na ba ang aking naubos para sa'yo?
Nasugatan pero eto ako pilit lumalaban.
Umaasa na matatauhan ka din.
Na isang panaginip lang ang lahat nang 'to.
Dahil sa huli tayo pa din.

Dahil kahit ilang beses man akong mabigo,
Ako'y handang masaktan
Masaktan ng isang katulad mo.

Jacob Oates Jun 2014

I get accused of a lot of things at first glance

"You're simplistic, you're hiding something

You have no convictions, you don't think deeply"

Usually by those who I consider to be on intellectual crutches

If you're gonna come up to talk to me from a religious context

from a spiritual context

from a hierarchical, metaphysical, eat this shit popsicle mindset

Don't expect me to swallow

Don't expect me to talk

You won't like what I have to say

Because really you just want me to agree with you

If you want me to respect your framework

When you have nothing but the claims of quacks

and the feelings you gleaned from your last psychedelic trip

to back you up

While I have to sit back and listen to how I'm close minded

Close minded for wanting some real truth in this universe

unfiltered, raw, verifiable, and in my hand

and that anything other than that is a spray paint over

my true awakening

Then I guess I'll just have to be that asshole

to die for these intellectual sins

The Eldest Son of Matt, hater of pretense

Hypocrite to the highest level

Build me up into a figure of idolatry

Just like you do with the rest of your ego cases

Priests, Gurus, Rabbis, Rockstars, Poet sensations

Tell me how wonderful it is to listen to them

Tell me how I should be more in touch with a tree

Tell me how I don't dream

When all my life is but that

Tell me how I'm not deep when you make no attempt to learn

Who I am, and where I have come from

Misinterpret my teachings, and claim me to feel

As if I was the newest son of god

When all I want is for people to get beyond blinders

and love each other, and to get beyond the metaphysical rat race

Tell me that I'm supposed to live and let live

While you jam your beliefs down my throat

and expect me to respect getting philosophically tea bagged

Tied up to the crucifix

and asking me to repent for my search for truth

Truth,
What happened?
When did you die?
A martyr,
Left behind,
To rot.
No praise.

Loyalty,
Where have you gone?
Dead as well?
A martyr,
No remebrance,
Dead forever.

Love, love!
I haven't seen you
Did you crumble?
Not dead,
But dying.

In a world where
Abstract hospitals
Don't exist.
And respect for
The dead.
Has died with them.

Aubrey Aug 2014

I am not this person...
Correction:
I was not that person.
Every pacifying sentence,
every empty promise,
every apology,
every manipulation,
they made me her.
And I don't blame you
as much as I
blame your words.
I admit
I play the martyr
and we all know
you play the victim.
We deserve Oscars.
We play them so well.
You have to admit
you want no part of this.
It has been obvious
for more than five years.
Now I have to listen
as your daughter cries for you...
saying you are gone...
saying she needs you...
saying I broke your heart...
and I must comfort her...
saying you love her.
Tell me why
that feels like a lie?

Javaria Waseem Jan 2015

They came like a nightmare and took us away.
Oh Mother! Don't spill a tear, your son's in a better place.
They were scared of our pens so they fired us off.
Oh Mother! Don't cry for their guns have lost.

They pointed us out and asked our identities.
Oh Father! Stand tall, I answered them proudly.
I took a bullet in my head for wearing green.
Oh Father! Be strong, I did not feel a thing.

So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Every grain of this soil is a witness of my sacrifice.
So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Your son embraced martyrdom and a martyr never dies.

Those monsters just killed, did not let anyone go.
Oh Father! Their hearts were stone cold.
They painted the walls of my school with our blood.
Oh Father! Don't worry, they will be the one to suffer.

I was received by the angels at the gates of heaven.
Oh Mother! That place was full of little children.
And when I met the Lord, I was dressed in green.
Oh Mother! My Mother! I was so happy.

So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Every grain of this soil is a witness of my sacrifice.
So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Your son embraced martyrdom and a martyr never dies.

Alyssa Sunico Apr 2013

Is it stupid of me to like
A person like you
Is it stupid of me to think
You would change
But I guess we’re both stupid

I can’t believe the rush I felt
When you talked to me
Who would've known
It was that easy

But I remembered what you did
I can recall my tear stained face
And all the things you said
Is on repeat

But you’re so sweet
Worrying about me
And so dumb
To think I would leave

I don’t think you really know me
If you do, what were you thinking
I don’t let go that easily
Especially since you mean so much to me

And now I sit cold and afraid
Of what might happen
But then again, I’ve been through this before
Again and again

I don’t care
Can’t you see?
All I want to do
Is to speak to you

Talk to you, love you
Without worrying
That you’ll just leave me
Hanging there

This is the 21st century
Martyrs don’t exist
You might be the last of your specie
A love martyr

Don’t you know
What I need
Is not your protection
But your presence

Sadly, I can’t do anything
You've made up your mind
And I’ll accept that wholeheartedly
But don’t be surprised if I’m gone
You got what you want

And I’m gone.

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