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"wattpad" poems
Ano nga ba ang pag-ibig? Nakakain? Naluluwa? Natututunan katulad ng aralin o nababasa katulad ng mga maiikling tula? Nanggaling ba ito sa mga kwentong banyaga at kwentong matatanda? Siyensya? napaliwanag na ba niyan? sa totoo lang di mo yan napag-aaralan, kusa mo kasi yang mararamdam. di mo rin yan pwede ipilit, para kasi yang tao, kusang yang pumipili. di rin yan nakakain katulad ng paborito **** chicken o ng paborito **** pansit bihon, miki o canton. hindi rin mahahalintulad sa mga palabas o mga kwentong wattpad na mababasa mo sa libro. at para sa iba, sabi, pana raw ni kupido ang dahilan tinig ng sirena naman ang kwento ng iilan. di naman dahil raw kasi sa naaakit sila sa panlabas na kaanyuan. hahahaha kalokohan. Wala pang nakakapagpaliwanag niyan. siyensya? pwe, di lahat kaya niyan patunayan basta para sa akin, isa lang ang alam ko diyan. Ang pag-ibig ay regalo mula sa langit. di mo na kailangan pag-aralan, di mo na kailangan pagexperementuhan di mo na kailangan ng kahit na anong katibayan. tandaan mo lang. Regalo yan ng may kapal. kaya bilang tipikal at praktikal na estudyante, wag kang magmadali, darating rin sayo ang mga bagay na ganyan Di mo lang alam, matagal nang nakasulat sa tadhana mo ang kwento na nakalaan sayo. wag **** pangunahan! imbis na pairalin ang tibok ng dibdib, subukan paganahin ang isip. MANGARAP! MAG-ARAL! MAGPURSIGI! wag muna maglandi! pag-aaral ang unahin para makabawi sa paghihirap ng mga magulang natin. at huling pasabi para sa lahat ng kabataan at basta paalala sa lahat ng umiibig, wag **** hayaang mabihag ka ng kalituhan ng mundo protektahan mo sarili mo. yakapin mo ang puso mo. Regalo ng may kapal, Pangalagaan mo.
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
"Charot lang ng Pag-ibig"
Ano nga ba ang pag-ibig? Nakakain? Naluluwa? Natututunan katulad ng aralin o nababasa katulad ng mga maiikling tula? Nanggaling ba ito sa mga kwentong banyaga at kwentong matatanda? Siyensya? napaliwanag na ba niyan? sa totoo lang di mo yan napag-aaralan, kusa mo kasi yang mararamdam. di mo rin yan pwede ipilit, para kasi yang tao, kusang yang pumipili. di rin yan nakakain katulad ng paborito **** chicken o ng paborito **** pansit bihon, miki o canton. hindi rin mahahalintulad sa mga palabas o mga kwentong wattpad na mababasa mo sa libro. at para sa iba, sabi, pana raw ni kupido ang dahilan tinig ng sirena naman ang kwento ng iilan. di naman dahil raw kasi sa naaakit sila sa panlabas na kaanyuan. hahahaha kalokohan. Wala pang nakakapagpaliwanag niyan. siyensya? pwe, di lahat kaya niyan patunayan basta para sa akin, isa lang ang alam ko diyan. Ang pag-ibig ay regalo mula sa langit. di mo na kailangan pag-aralan, di mo na kailangan pagexperementuhan di mo na kailangan ng kahit na anong katibayan. tandaan mo lang. Regalo yan ng may kapal. kaya bilang tipikal at praktikal na estudyante, wag kang magmadali, darating rin sayo ang mga bagay na ganyan Di mo lang alam, matagal nang nakasulat sa tadhana mo ang kwento na nakalaan sayo. wag **** pangunahan! imbis na pairalin ang tibok ng dibdib, subukan paganahin ang isip. MANGARAP! MAG-ARAL! MAGPURSIGI! wag muna maglandi! pag-aaral ang unahin para makabawi sa paghihirap ng mga magulang natin. at huling pasabi para sa lahat ng kabataan at basta paalala sa lahat ng umiibig, wag **** hayaang mabihag ka ng kalituhan ng mundo protektahan mo sarili mo. yakapin mo ang puso mo. Regalo ng may kapal, Pangalagaan mo.
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.*but i wasn't obviously going to go far down this "worrisome" route for too long, maybe like ten minutes... i had to think of something relaxing to do... i looked in the mirror: **** the wild-man of Essex! beard, shaggy, the neck barely visible... hair like Mozart composing, or as the Poles say: hair like a wkuriony Chopin ****** off Chopin)... **** better do something about it... ah... there's only one thing that can lighten my mood and this whole, tirade... a visit to the local traditional Turkish barbers... so i ****** off... in went the wild-man of Essex... out came well-groomed human being, not a sign of his werewolf past to be seen on him... ah... this is the 4th time, proper, that i visited the barbers (prior to? long hair... after? a shaved head like a Buddhist monk)... god... just sitting there with closed eyes... i'm starting to think that going to the barbers is better than *** i was never into blocking someone, esp. if someone is liking your stuff, but it happened to me with that poetess on here,        i wanted to know how it feels, to just randomly block someone who really enjoys your stuff...              and then... **** gone, never to be seen again...    Wattpad is basically a fascistic website to boot this thread of thought... who the hell gets booted off a platform for starting a cordial conversation? - but i really did wake up with a moral hangover...    excuses?              irritability...            there's just a certain level of conversation i can take,                               i can't get the pedant out of me... i really can't... i tried and i tried,   notably because when speaking to natives, i see them lazily doing this or that, while i come with an acquisitive perspective, hence the furthered acquisitive impetus to further this acquired language... while the natives are like: blah... it has been given to them from birth...      and conversations, after having completed a...     well for me it was an exhausting poem, the desire to finish it before off the rails with the bourbon instigated a thirst, matched with irritability...                **** i hope i can unblock the guy and apologize... spare of the moment thing...             well... if i can't... i know what it feels like:            not being on the receiving end... so... that's one plus from all of this. p.s. that sort of direct messaging language, aged... 40?              how can i talk to someone who's older than me, on that level... (looks up his profile page)... huh?              so i didn't block him? *Dennis Willis's profile is not visible because they have blocked you.* and i still have the block option handy... mind you... i didn't wake up today recollecting some pretty    trippy ********
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
waking up with a moral hangover: the pedant / at the turkish barbers
.*but i wasn't obviously going to go far down this "worrisome" route for too long, maybe like ten minutes... i had to think of something relaxing to do... i looked in the mirror: **** the wild-man of Essex! beard, shaggy, the neck barely visible... hair like Mozart composing, or as the Poles say: hair like a wkuriony Chopin ****** off Chopin)... **** better do something about it... ah... there's only one thing that can lighten my mood and this whole, tirade... a visit to the local traditional Turkish barbers... so i ****** off... in went the wild-man of Essex... out came well-groomed human being, not a sign of his werewolf past to be seen on him... ah... this is the 4th time, proper, that i visited the barbers (prior to? long hair... after? a shaved head like a Buddhist monk)... god... just sitting there with closed eyes... i'm starting to think that going to the barbers is better than *** i was never into blocking someone, esp. if someone is liking your stuff, but it happened to me with that poetess on here,        i wanted to know how it feels, to just randomly block someone who really enjoys your stuff...              and then... **** gone, never to be seen again...    Wattpad is basically a fascistic website to boot this thread of thought... who the hell gets booted off a platform for starting a cordial conversation? - but i really did wake up with a moral hangover...    excuses?              irritability...            there's just a certain level of conversation i can take,                               i can't get the pedant out of me... i really can't... i tried and i tried,   notably because when speaking to natives, i see them lazily doing this or that, while i come with an acquisitive perspective, hence the furthered acquisitive impetus to further this acquired language... while the natives are like: blah... it has been given to them from birth...      and conversations, after having completed a...     well for me it was an exhausting poem, the desire to finish it before off the rails with the bourbon instigated a thirst, matched with irritability...                **** i hope i can unblock the guy and apologize... spare of the moment thing...             well... if i can't... i know what it feels like:            not being on the receiving end... so... that's one plus from all of this. p.s. that sort of direct messaging language, aged... 40?              how can i talk to someone who's older than me, on that level... (looks up his profile page)... huh?              so i didn't block him? *Dennis Willis's profile is not visible because they have blocked you.* and i still have the block option handy... mind you... i didn't wake up today recollecting some pretty    trippy ********
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I like things that sends me to euphoria, music for example It helps me to calm down and just relax pop and rock music is what I love the best If I'm bored or just lying around with my dog, I grab a book or open the Wattpad app to go on adventures where meeting your favorite bands can happen I also check some phrases under Proverbs and try to apply it in my life And my sport is swimming, how I randomly swim around and the water comes in contact with my hair I sometimes wish I was a mermaid so I can live underwater.
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 10:08 AM UTC
me.
Sometimes i wish i could go back to the end of 2015 and the very beginning of 2016. I don’t remember having very many deep emotions or overwhelming feelings i just remember floating on top of everything. The only big emotion i really remember having was when i got my first real feelings for a girl. I used to stay up reading wattpad stories and the only song i would listen to was lost boy. I dreamed of being in love one day, and i would wake up everyday thinking of a new way i can finally talk to her. It all seemed so simple. I was so innocent, so pure. My hair was down to my waist, straight as could be, tamed and frizz free. I didn’t know anything, i was blind, i was excited to be alive, i had no idea one day my hair would be at my shoulders and my life would take a turn. Now i take pain killers because i don’t want to be in pain anymore and i always check the weather before i visit the cutter. I hope it’s not all over, i hope some of my innocence is still there, i hope it’s not all gone forever, i hope my hair grows back to where it once were.
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
hair
So this isn't a poem... But I've decided to ask on here (Instead of keep asking on instagram: @Maybeiloveyoutoo) I'm looking for someone to do a collab with. Either poetry or a story. Right now I'm looking for a call & response kind of poetry collab. And for a story I'm open to ideas, just keep in mind writing crime and gore, or even ****** content is hard and uncomfortable for me. So,  any takers? Just message me! Any poems written will be put on my HelloPoetry and instagram account. And as for the story, if it is finished, I will put it on my Wattpad. (Will give half credit to you) I'll end this with an exert I just finished writing. "Don't you want to fall in love?" She looked at him with hope in her eyes. "Love is a fairytale," he replied, looking up to the evening sky. "Fairytales don't sound so bad right now," she frowned. He looked down at her. His face showed no emotion. "Yes, they do," he said, "If you go into a fairytale, then you won't see the reality that lies in front you." "Then let me live a beautiful lie," she whispered.
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
Collaboration anyone??
WOW! It's been forever hasn't it? I don't know if I have any people that actually liked my writing so much where they cared about where I was. However, I still feel like I owe an update. I can't remember the last time I posted, but I'm sure it was pre-pandemic. It's been a wild ride since and honestly has been since the summer before. I won't go into details, but there has been a lot of life changes. Some horrible and some great. I miss writing poetry, but I'm not sure I have the talent to anymore. My brain feels so unorganized that I can't focus on writing and I'm kind of short on time these days, but I would really like to get back into the craft. Hello Poetry was the first place that took my poetry seriously. I have a deep admiration for this site. So I may be posting stuff once again soon. If not anything new, probably stuff from my Wattpad days. Anyways, I'm working on a person blog where i'll be posting poetry and original fictional stories. So keep in touch and I hope to see you all soon!
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Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 6:37 PM UTC
Update 7/4/21
.*even if the supposedly, best ideas, never rise to the top... well... neither do the people, who could perpetuate or lend pursuit of their propagation; there's no point of a good idea, when only bad people are equipped with them... it's sort of the "question" of: it's not what you know, it's who know... likewise... it's not that idea you possess, it's what idea possesses you, and: what sort of person you are... not a Forest Gump? what are we even "talking" about, if not trailing behind?* a bit too late to be creating echo-chambers within the confines of the comments section, don't you think? my end began in 2015 on Wattpad, when i asked a girl her A.S.L. acronym to get a feeling for her work...    was booted off the platform without reason... point being... they kicked me off, and i never actually save any of my work on a private hard drive...   i wondered: writing the Wattpad team with a question: do you think i could get my manuscripts back? ****     nice... now i know what it feels to be gassed by the quasi Nazis; oh, i don't save my work on a private computer... it's all online...    i get deleted online, i get the Auschwitz ticket... good to know... really good to know...     compared to the current ******* i'd honestly prefer to be dealing with authentic Nazis; at least i'd get my death wish. since 2015 and the now, 2018?    i sort of should feel sorry for the independent creators... of videos... but no one felt sorry for me back in 2015... for asking a fellow user age, *** location...   which could have been a lie... so i feel anything for the amounting hysteria?    did anyone feel sorry for me back in 2015? no...        so....           so?   so?! really?!             oh you have to be ******* kidding me!
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC
the 21st century
.*even if the supposedly, best ideas, never rise to the top... well... neither do the people, who could perpetuate or lend pursuit of their propagation; there's no point of a good idea, when only bad people are equipped with them... it's sort of the "question" of: it's not what you know, it's who know... likewise... it's not that idea you possess, it's what idea possesses you, and: what sort of person you are... not a Forest Gump? what are we even "talking" about, if not trailing behind?* a bit too late to be creating echo-chambers within the confines of the comments section, don't you think? my end began in 2015 on Wattpad, when i asked a girl her A.S.L. acronym to get a feeling for her work...    was booted off the platform without reason... point being... they kicked me off, and i never actually save any of my work on a private hard drive...   i wondered: writing the Wattpad team with a question: do you think i could get my manuscripts back? ****     nice... now i know what it feels to be gassed by the quasi Nazis; oh, i don't save my work on a private computer... it's all online...    i get deleted online, i get the Auschwitz ticket... good to know... really good to know...     compared to the current ******* i'd honestly prefer to be dealing with authentic Nazis; at least i'd get my death wish. since 2015 and the now, 2018?    i sort of should feel sorry for the independent creators... of videos... but no one felt sorry for me back in 2015... for asking a fellow user age, *** location...   which could have been a lie... so i feel anything for the amounting hysteria?    did anyone feel sorry for me back in 2015? no...        so....           so?   so?! really?!             oh you have to be ******* kidding me!
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i. The LAUGHS, the SMILE— Everything beautiful I showed to them TRANSPARENTLY. The CRIES, the GRIEVANCES— Everything hideous I intentionally UNDISCLOSED to them. ii. I TRIED, I FOUGHT— Brutally following The TREND of this world, But their JUDGEMENT continues As if I transgressed The DOMINION of the kingdom they ruled. iii. All I ever wanted is to be ACCEPTED All I ever needed is to feel the LOVE, but this world DENIED my EXISTENCE and they marks my life BELITTLED. iv. They UNDERSTAND only my songs and HELPLESSLY UNHEARD my inner voice. They APPRECIATED only my talents and couldn't see my TREMENDOUS efforts. v. I might have the FAME, the WEALTH and the POWER But still my soul longs for PEACE, FRIENDSHIP and a LOVER. Inside of me was full of INSECURITY, ANXIETY and SELF-PITY and SHOOT! I CAN'T TAKE IT NO MORE! vi. The AFTERLIFE awaits me, Maybe there, I can find SERENITY. A place where no people to please, No more hurting feelings And geez! No more of me PRETENDING. vii. As the night begin to passby I could finally get some REST. To all perfectionist out there, be GLAD, cause you won't see either hear me anymore, ADIOS! "FROM THE EYES OF A SUICIDAL" Written by: Yhin2x (Ate Yhin) 062520192000 All right reserved © 2019 #YhinsPoem #wattypoems © posted on my wattpad account @ Yhin2x Share your thoughts and free to click the star button if it pleases you.
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Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 7:43 AM UTC
From the Eyes of a Suicidal
Hey friends, I am delighted to tell you that except from poetry, I am also trying to write a book, which I am currently uploading on Wattpad, titled 'THE FOREST GIRL', Genre : Romance. It would give an impetus to me if you read it, and leave your valuable comments. Here's the link : https://www.wattpad.com/story/188764838?utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&utm_source=android   And if you like it then don't forget to share it with your friends.
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 1:34 PM UTC
Not a poem