"sain" poems
digdi sa eskwelahan igwa nin mga pakawat
sa kada estudyante, gabos naghuhurulat
kun sain sinda pwede makaintra
para mailuwas an saindang talento asin makakaya
ano man an gibuon gabos patarabang-tabang
nagkikiwa lang, sin pensar an kapagalan
ano man an gibuon gabos may pagkasararo
maski pa an lakawon grabe kaharayo, dai nin suko
kun paghihilingon garo man an sa tunay na buhay
kun iisipon maski pagal bawal an magpahuway
laban lang asin dai magpadaog
patunayan kun nano kita kakusog
an kawat garo an buhay sa kinab-an
kaipuhan kusogan an boot asin dai panluyahan
girumdumon an kada hiwag laogan nin pagkamoot
magtubod tanganing an satong pangaturogan maabot
sa pagtarabangan, igwa pa da sin dai kaya?
ayaw kahadit kay uya kami, siya, ikaw asin ako,
uya KITA!
sarong boot, sarong misyon, sararo kirita
an gabos sa kinaban kakayanon ta.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
Oh young barret of the night. Who steals from the dreams of lost sain children like Moloch. The decrypted white house was nothing but A sanctuary for degenerates. the man… MAD… MAD was the man MAD, was the house, MAD were the claimers, MAD were the slaves to the slick but king of so called glam MAD was the man MAD MAD MAD.
The barret was entering the house, leaving behind all. what has become of my young love asks me? he enters. MAD was he who entered the trap, MAD was he who allowed, MAD was who gave no warning of the moloch sacrifice being made to the two of his so called servants. MAD was all i say MAD MAD MAD, MAD was he who wanted to be hailed like Fernand, MAD was he who wanted to be king like Henry the 8th, MAD was he who wanted to use like Baron Neuvillette, MAD was he who wanted doll oh doll how can you do this.
Oh ADONAL for if you do exist why have you allowed this, oh ADONAL for if you exist why have you for seen this, oh ADONAl for if you exist why have you told of my eternity. Oh ADONAL why? are you mad? for the people shall not say oh ADONAL well this blow over as fast as Holly or as fast of yourself.
he who does as told, he who does what he thinks right for his so called gift. MAD for the betrayal of trust between the packed, MAD was he for the lack of word, Like a mute oh ADONAL like a mute he was! MAD was he who acted like Bromdens father, MAD .
MAD MAD MAD MAD MAD is I for the envolvment of my cellar of time, MAD is I for what i have started and what have become of my creations, MAD is I for all, MAD is I for you, for she, for he, for ***** all mad, MAD is I for maybe i is mad.
written by Keone L Friesian. copyright to Keone Friesian
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
Here I am, drunk again.
So long friend.
I can't recall how many times I tried to reach you. Or how many time my student became the teacher, but I'm drunk again.
Remember all those bottles left unshared.
Got my brain in a snare.
Remember how I tried to care? But I'm drunk again.
Tip the top til it topples over, this stables staggering, are we sure it's sober?
No, no, November was waiting but we're still just debating. Am I drunk again?
Killed you with water, drownd you with tomorrow's sorrow.
But we're you listening?
This fires raging but still contained. I promised I'd stay sain, if only to show you.
If only to hold you.
If only I was sober.
If only you would stop smoking those sick clovers.
But I'm drunk again.
So long friend.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
Sa minasunod na aldaw
hanggang sa huring aldaw kan taon
Asahan nindong yaon an Kaniguan
para damayan kamo.
Maguran man, bumagyo, igwang problema sa ido,
naloko ka kan sarong tao o binayaan ka man kan ka-ilusyon mo.
Magrani lang sako—Maimbong na kugos an mareresibe mo.
Magrani lang sako—Madangog sa kun ano man pinagaagihan mo.
Magrani lang sako alagad dae ko ika babasolon,
pagulayan ta kun tano, sain o ano an nangyari.
Yaon ako kun gusto **** barkada,
tugang, ama o ina na madamay saimo,
bako lang ninong ta baka dae ako makaiba.
Papakolon taka kun dae mo nahihiling an sala mo,
pero papaogmahon taka maski dae mo nahihiling an sala mo.
Sabay tang pagulayan gabos na tama mo,
pati si crush na grabe an tama saimo
Magiging maogma ako sa gabos na tamang desisyon mo,
maski sala an paglakaw mo magiging maogma man
giraray ako, ta aram ko makakanuod ka.
Mataong direksyon na pwede **** sundon
kun nawawaran ka na nin pag-asa.
Aram ko Bikolano ka, an Bikolan Oragon,
matagas an ano, an puso saka an buot
dae basta basta minasuko sa laban.
Hanggang yaon kamo o maski mayo na kamo
Dae kamo basta basta mawawara sa puso ko.
Salamat sa pinagagihan ta kang nakaaging taon
alagad salamat man giraray para sa magigin
iribahan, surubahan, kulitan, urulnakan, ngirisihan
istoryahan ta ngunyan na taon. Padagos an Pagkamoot!
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
There pass the careless people
That call their souls their own:
Here by the road I loiter,
How idle and alone.
Ah, past the plunge of plummet,
In seas I cannot sound,
My heart and soul and senses,
World without end, are drowned.
His folly has not fellow
Beneath the blue of day
That gives to man or woman
His heart and soul away.
There flowers no balm to sain him
From east of earth to west
That's lost for everlasting
The heart out of his breast.
Here by the labouring highway
With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till doomsday morning,
Lie lost my heart and soul.
2.6k
Abandoned.
The word to describe how I'm feeling,
like maybe taking your attention would be stealing.
my tears pouring down that pre-made lane,
the only way to cope with the pain,
i dont know how else to stay sain.
I don't get it, i used to be your main
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By: Kaity Morris
September 7, 2012
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 8:39 PM UTC
every time I breath Its like I'm taking a puff,
different day same danm stuff,
got my kush to keep it tuff.
need that push when **** gets ruff,
In my vein I crave her name takes my sorrow takes my shame,
Miss my girl ms.Mary Jane got me tied up on her chain.
Kinda holdin barley sain How I do it through this rain,
used to kikit all day long all thass left this gay *** song.
Arrywillbeloved2013© copy right protected
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
Injection of love has no limits,
Diminishes bad habits, only traces of a worthy candidate.
We ride the wave of feelings and serenade our ears to the rhythmic beats of our hearts.
How often do the least get rewarded, unseen and unblemished by the horror of life.
This world is paved with gold, pity those treasures are covered by things stale and old.
But not this love...it awakens the soul and traces back the lies we were told.
Capture my runaway train of thought and reign my wishes,
Drowning in my blushes, if words were permanent and memories paintings.
They would create what's never seen...write a story using the strokes of colour displaying my thoughts.
This pie in the sky feeling is blowing up the dust off my feet,
Keep my eyes smiling and inspiring me to always appear neat...spit in the face of defeat,
For after brokenness comes something sweet.
It's me again...leaving behind what was and forgetting there is such a thing as pain.
We keep moving, this love keeps sowing, and unaware of the growth underground, we keep growing.
I love this love. It looks appealing...something out of your dreams which comes alive before your eyes.
It looks great and fun, anticipating excitement and never being out done.
Time...I picture it sitting in a corner with its legs crossed and watching from a distance. It knows when and even know and even beyond the now.
The human heart carries so much...how it can carry hate and love together is hard to imagine.
How does it do it...carry such strong repelling emotions yet still survive...I choose the latter.
There is no darkness in it nor is there despair...
See when you let love take you...you welcome a gentle peck from the heavens.
It warns your soul and melts the concrete that had engulfed the heart...now finally you can hear your soul mates knock.
Laughter and long walks, sunsets and crazy talk....
This image might not be for everyone, but love invites everyone.
I love love...it sees no faults, just purity on the eyes of its viewer.
It hurdles you when the world batters you...keeps you sain.
How can I not love love, when it rescued me in my most deepest and brutal pain.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
When I start to bleed
It opens my eyes so I can see
That under my demonic feeding
I'm still a human being
And from the depths of hell i was retreating
This curse upon me I was beating
Staying sober I am succeeding
Being alive I am breathing
While most people talk about there lives
I stare at my knives
And think am I alive?
Because I'm so desensitized
To other people's demise
That when I take there life
I think that they'll be fine
Because this world is filled with so much ****
That I look around thinking
This is it?
This is the world I'm forced to live on?
Feeling more like an alien then a ******* Klingon
And through my struggle
I persist to carry on
Even though I'm ready to explode like a ******* A bomb
So i write my soul down on this song
Wondering if the world will song along
Or pass me on
Because I've pushed through more **** then I'll ever admit
Because if you hear my story you'll never see me the same
Because unfortunately your all programmed with the same human brain
Which makes you alienate anyone who you don't think is sain
And you'll look at me like a monster that needs to be slain
So I sit silent in my eternal rain
Because the memories carved in my heart are so terrifying
That the person I was sits in the corner crying
I'm a new person
A ***** shell if you will
Carrying around demons and doing there every will
I'm a monster at heart
And a demon at soul
And my story children
Is the most horrific ever told
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 10:56 PM UTC
hey miss miles,
way out gone I miss your smiles,
the power sun rays,
have betraded
the shower fun days back when faded,
lying out beneath the tree
frying us just fealing free,
fealin both our trips
both soft upon the lips
nows just drifting out like ships
out upon the eye on guard
to cry would just be hard,
day by day the words are lost but
memories just never tossed,...
all we shared,
the stunts we dared.
you were there for sure of course you cared.
and still will do up high up on your hill
things arnt the same but I'm still sain
about to pop this pill..
in my mind last place that You will still be found,
far out sure around but I'm just dying on this ground
I'm gone no sound......
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
Gusto ko na magulî
Duman sa mayòng ribok
Na kun magturog ako sa banggi
Mayòng iniisip kundi iyo sana an sadiri
Gusto ko na magduman
Dawa mayòng kaibahan
Duman sa lugar kun sain
an oras daing duru-dalagán
Matambay lang ako madalî
Mahandig ning dalî
Ta nanrurulumoy na bagá
An sakóng hawak kakatindog
Kaipuhan ko garo magpundo
Kaipuhan ko garo maghangos
Kaipuhan ko garo magpahingalo
Gusto ko na magulî
Nin huli ta dakulà na ako
Pinadakula kan kinaban
Pero an sakóng pusò asin kalag
Mayò man nin pinagbago
Mas nagkusog lang ang buot ko.
—𝐔𝐥𝐢, a Bikol poetry.
Maybe we didn’t really grow up.
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
My melody is the tune,
the happy feal of june,
sleep untill noon rise awake for the moon,
No school no cruel!
where that dress with out havin to stress,
cauzz your a beuty'
remember. Not on deuty,.
The heat the sun out-on-a-run,.
bein you, duss havin fun.
we've all felt rain,
we've all delt pain
I'ts the natural I'ts the gain.
moving on will keep it sain.
bin there. done that.
she's odd, she's fat,
Cause you're "cool" HA, you Fool!
your'e word's you're slick?.
Your heart. your SICK,
we take the left because we know the right,
down the road they'll be a fight, thinkin thinkin up all night,
words they say sure aren't right,
the sky is blue' they have no clue your day got gray ,
you're thaughts are cray, you're mind is clay!? wer'e in may
SAY GO!, cant stay!.
yes,
it's long. might do you none...
walk you long. read can't go wrong,.
so now your'e hear,
You're sippin beer?
Look at that, Your'e finally cheer, :)
sincere a real friend to all, answer the call catchin ya fall. Jesse Mckush
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
Stuck in a place, where I really have no say.
Trapped between close space, no way to escape.
So far away, and no one to save
Its so dark, I cant get away..
Even if I could, how would I explain
Tell a story like it never happened
Talking in third person because im so far away.
Faded all day to forget my pain
Double cup my cup to make it all go away
Light one up to fly away and remain sain
The higher i get, the more I forget
Left with out no recollection of any of this
Wake up to a scream, it was all a vivid dream.
A dream to remember like they say "dreams do come true" how can I escape something so true...
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 6:58 PM UTC
Siguro sarò ini sa mga aldáw
Na daí ako makaisip nin tultol
Kadakol ideya, istorya asin manlaenlaen na eksena
Sa panaginip an sakuyang pignonotaran
Baka sarò ini sa mga aldáw na mangyari an mga ito
Kaya man palan kan tao na managinip
Nin dai nagpipikit
Buklat na mata
para sa katotohanan
Mayò nang oras para magisip nin tultol
Kun ano an maglaog sa payo
Iyo na ito.
Siguro sarò ini sa mga aldaw
Na nagluluya an sakuyang imahenasyon
Masakiton magsurat aro-aldaw
Manungod sa maski ano
Pero pinagtitibay kaini an isipan ko
Na imbis na kun ano-ano pa man
An maglaog sa utak ko
Ining mga tataramon ngunyan na banggi
Igwa mang koneksyon o mayo
Libre man bagang maging sala
Basta aram mo kun sain ka nagkasala
Siguro sarò ni sa mga aldaw
Na kaipuhan man umuntók
Kan púsò asin isipan ko
Basta magpakatotoo
Ayos na ito.
—𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐤, a Bikol poetry.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
medicine cabinet
medicine cabinet
be my bestfriend
medicine cabinet
medicine cabinet
be there till the end
medicine cabinet
medicine cabinet
take away the pain
medicine cabinet
medicine cabinet
keep me sain
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
First we'll use Spahn
then we'll use Sain
Then an off day
followed by rain
Back will come Spahn
followed by Sain
And followed
we hope
by two days of rain.
Gerald V. Hern. 5/8/2016.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
Minsan mayo naman rason para magpadagos,
Iyo ito an perpektong rason para maghali.
An pagpili kan bago na agihan,
iyo lang an kaipuhan para kita magtalubo.
Kun ika nasasakitan sa saimong buhay,
asin namamati mo an kagabatan kan mga desisyon:
Lakaw pasiring sa too kun sain mayong totoo,
asin sa wala kun sain gabos winalat na.
Tandaan mo na maski magsain ka,
o kun sain man na bulod an gusto mo na sakaton.
Kun maabot mo an gusto mo, o makuha an gabos na pinagarap mo.
Mayo yan kun dae mo maapresyar an inagihan mo.
- Kaniguan ni Carina (hali saiyang tula Journey to happiness)
- Pig translate pasiring bikol ni Jan Celada
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
It's hard to watch your world sink, right before your eyes. To watch everything you worked for vanish, like the sun from the evening sky. It's hard to watch your dream fall through, and keep yourself together. It's hard to get through the rain, when you can't see past the weather. It hurts to feel your world unravel, like a ball of yarn or string. It's hard to humm the right tune, when you've forgotten how to sing. You swim against the current, and pray to god that you will survive. Only to find yourself question your motives, and why you prayed to be alive. You walk in circles everyday, following the path you did before. Working towards a better life, but what is it all for? To strive and fail, to stand and fall. To fight the wind and stand up tall. To find yourself on the grond once more. Your height only measuring how far you've soared. Straight to the ground, where you've been many times before. Holding your head, but only your pride is sore. So you ignore the pain, with all your might. Your put on a smile, and get back in the fight. The fight for your sanity, the fight to keep you sain. The fight to keep depression out of your veins. The fight for your happiness, the fight to fall in love. The fight that keeps you hopefully, no matter where you're shoved. Because at the end of the day, or the end of your life. When your heart cannot carry on, or hand the strife. You'll look up to god and say with your last fighting breath. I know happiness, I know love, and now I know death. Because the fight is over, and your out of the game. No score board to show you who's the winner in lifes punishing game. Because the end prize isn't money, cars, or fame. But whether you enjoyed life and danced in the rain. Whether you laughed with friends, and love with all your heart. Whether you've showed compassion, and weren't afraid to let out a little **** Whether you took chances, and had a few to drink. Whether you've partied to the break of dawn, even if you woke up next to the sink. Because when it comes down to it, we're all scared inside. But it's how we control our fear that makes us invincible, even when our whole world has crumbled around or feet and died.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:26 PM UTC
Qui sont les noms
Sur ta liste?
As tu suivi
La meillure piste?
Oui, on est sain
Et on est sauf
Mais l’ amour n’est pas
Un sale boulot
C’est ironique
Les choix qu’on fait
Quand l’avenir
Est decidé
Donc, ouvre le livre
Et trouve un vers
Et vis ta vie
A l’envers
Mais tu connais
La verité
On peut la voir
Dans tes yeux
Tu as tes rêves
Et tes espoirs
Et l’essentiel
Est en vue
Ton coeur te mene
Et ne ment pas
Tu sens cette
Realité
Fais attention
Aux signes reçus
On ne peut pas
Les ignorer
Your List
What are the names
On your list?
What path did you follow
Or did you miss?
Yes, you are safe
And you are sound
But the search for love
Won’t wear you down
It’s funny all
The choices we make
When what’s decided
Is at stake
Right! Use the book
And find a verse
And live your life
In reverse!
But I can see
You know the truth
It is written in your eyes
Your hopes and dreams
And all that counts
Are there for you
To realize
You know it is
Your faithful heart
That will lead you
To what’s in store
Just pay attention
To all the signs
That’s one thing
That you can’t ignore
Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 4:17 PM UTC
Hanju hole hoge bhara lagge hasna,
Loki saare haal puchde,
Ohne puchya ee nahi,
Jihnu asi dasna,
Jaanda siyara saada dil kamzor e,
Mausam taan ohiyo par akh teri hor e,
Sheesha ghurda si..
Sheesha ghurda si chhad ditta takna,
Loki saare haal puchde,
Ohne pucheya ee nahi,
Jihnu asi dasna,
Bina gallon mud gaye on,
Mudke ni takyea,
Maan Maan aakhda sain,
Maan vi ni rakheya,
Koi sikhe saathon..
Koi sikhe saathon bina gallon jachna,
Loki saare haal puchde,
Ohne pucheya ee nahi,
Jihnu asi dasna,
Loki saare haal puchde,
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 6:46 AM UTC
My cat WOKE:
Petra Electra Perpetua.
I’m telling y’all, she massive woke;
lit, like wicked wick holy smoke.
She outsmart Christopher ******* dreamin’
teach a dog where a BONE at,
discern every demon,
(not to mention advanced forensics.)
She rise, she yawn, she stretch, she flex
then start cashin’ every other pet paychecks.
She charge per minute just to LOOK at her fur
while she sharpen her nails. My Petra purr . . .
Dogs be all: WOOF
She don’t even answer.
Scribe rhymed Arabic lyrics
while she beat a belly dancer
with her TAIL, pfffffft. . .
My girl don’t tag, she SPRAY.
Mark every wall, y’all . . .
Seen all over the hood, gnome sain?
Offer her Sheba, she like:
Won’t touch it. Give me that Meow Mix.
My girl teach Afrikan lioness about *****
*** on a paean, droppin’ lyrics like mice
other feline get fussy
my kitty get NICE.
TikTok your Instagram feed
right into her bowl.
My girl so woke,
save her own fanged soul.
Slip out the house—she gone.
Workin’ secret route to EGYPT.
Roast every priestess in Bastet city;
My kitty taught CLEOPATRA (u feel me?)
about *****
She scratch Catwoman, pounce on Robin
Batman wet his weak-ass mask, sobbin’.
My girl woke;
so woke she don’t nap, she sleep—
profoundly. Soundly. DEEP.
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 8:15 AM UTC
J'ay varié ma vie en devidant la trame
Que Clothon me filoit entre malade et sain,
Maintenant la santé se logeoit en mon sein,
Tantost la maladie extreme fleau de l'ame.
La goutte ja vieillard me bourrela les veines,
Les muscles et les nerfs, execrable douleur,
Montrant en cent façons par cent diverses peines
Que l'homme n'est sinon le subject de malheur.
L'un meurt en son printemps, l'autre attend la vieillesse,
Le trespas est tout un, les accidens divers :
Le vray tresor de l'homme est la verte jeunesse,
Le reste de nos ans ne sont que des hivers.
Pour long temps conserver telle richesse entiere
Ne force ta nature, ains ensuy la raison,
Fuy l'amour et le vin, des vices la matiere,
Grand loyer t'en demeure en la vieille saison.
La jeunesse des Dieux aux hommes n'est donnee
Pour gouspiller sa fleur, ainsi qu'on void fanir
La rose par le chauld, ainsi mal gouvernee
La jeunesse s'enfuit sans jamais revenir.
933
You think it's a friend but it really isn't
It blackens your heart and blackens your soul
It's burns for you to **** you even more
When it's beside you it makes people run away
It's black smoke makes you Smell like burnt grain.
It's make you feel empty without it and it makes you go insane
It's the only thing that keeps you sain
It's hard to leave and hard to get away
It's got by a chain that can never break
If it's got you it breaks you and make you feel ashamed
The only think that can beat it is the will to withstand leaving it alone
You fight the disease that's controlling your brain.
Convince yourself that you are strong and have no fear.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
As I sit awake all night
I contemplate life
With the blunt like I light
And the knife that I slice
I'm to much of a man to cry about my struggle
But the weight on my shoulders is making my knees start to buckle
Crumble into rubble
Side effect of the perks that I smoke
Is that now in this depression the knife is pressed to my throat
And the gun that I toat
In now pressed to my temple
Is the pain that I'm feeling physical or mental
Struggling teenager with no guidance or a prayer
Has had his ****** up life consumed by despair
And sain thoughts in this boy are extremely rare
And now the devilish thoughts come back, and I'm scared
I'm a young adult now
Still stuck in this state
The weight in my shoulders will surly make my back break
After all my life has been mistake after mistake
And now I'm thinking if my own life, I should take
People close to me forget how my life has been
Not easy to forget, not easy for forgive
I'm a human sin
And I have been since a fetus
And this mental emotional disorder, how can I beat this
I'm a demon
And a murderer
A **** up
A slanderer
A reject
I'm still smoking on the blunt that has been killing me since twelve
I'm in hell
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 5:14 AM UTC
Thru I still think of us.
In the past.
I mask the pain.
With a smile.
The simplest way.
To keep sain.
Though you are in sights.
I resist from contact.
Through I know.
The consequences.
Of going back.
Here I stand...
Sit...
Lie...
With worry.
On my mind.
Did I do...
The right thing?
Of letting you go.
Letting you leave.
With no explanations.
Worry leaves me.
When happiness.
Overflow my being.
Through pretending to smile.
It became a reality.
All I wish now is.
For us to.
Never cross paths.
For that may.
Bring back.
The love.
I have.
Hidden away.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 3:46 AM UTC