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Aug 2015 · 2.8k
Watch me grow
Ysabelle Aug 2015
I am starting anew,
A battle without you.

I know for sure,
*I'll win this too.
Aug 2015 · 1.9k
Period (a verb)
Ysabelle Aug 2015
It's midnight
No one can notice me crying
They look at me
I smiled.
They never knew,
That at this very moment
I put an end to a good love story.
Ysabelle Aug 2015
Write your chapter one.
#THESISIT #RoadtoGraduation haha
Ysabelle Aug 2015
I want you, I want us.
I don't even know why,
But I chose to let you go.


****** it!
Aug 2015 · 900
Untitled I
Ysabelle Aug 2015
You know
I am not even sure,
If I am really inlove with you.

Or only..
With the verses of the poem.
Aug 2015 · 3.3k
Why write?
Ysabelle Aug 2015
Why write?

Write because your heart wants it
Write because your soul craves for it
Write because you are sad
Write because you are glad
Write because you know it's right
Write because you feel incomplete
Write because he exists
Write because he made you feel complete
Write because you knew it was wrong all along
Write because there aren't really happy endings
Write because he made you feel hopeless
Write because he is a ******* ****
Write because you need it, you love it, and it makes you feel something..

Something that no other man could make you feel.

Satisfaction. Contentment. Total happiness.
Aug 2015 · 649
ghost
Ysabelle Aug 2015
your lips and your eyes
the warmth of your hug

your memories
everything about you,
about us.
they haunt me
every two in the morning,
the night after spring.
Aug 2015 · 856
Sweet that is bitter
Ysabelle Aug 2015
You are the bee
And I am the flower.
You cling, and sipped
My nectar.
Sweet that is bitter.
Because with no words,
You just left.
Aug 2015 · 20.1k
Preso
Ysabelle Aug 2015
Minsan gusto **** makalaya;
Malaya sa mapanghusgang lipunan,
Malaya sa mundong masyadong
Magulo at maingay para sa isip ****
Litong-lito kung ano ba talaga ang dapat.
Ano ba ang mali? Ano ba ang tama?

Minsan gusto **** mag-isa;
Malayo sa ideolohiyang malabo,
Malayo sa punyetang gulo ng
Lugar na masalimuot.
Doon sa eskinitang masikip na halos
Nagtipon ang dumi at kalawang
Na hindi na pinapansin.

Kasi madumi. Kasi makalawang. Kasi walang silbi. Kasi hinusgahan.

Gusto **** makaalis.
Gusto **** pumiglas
Sa mga kadenang ginagapos
Ang nagdurugo at sugatan ****
Katawan na ang tanging nais lang ay makalaya.

Gusto **** tumakbo.
Gusto **** tumakas,
Kahit sinasabi nila na hindi iyon ang sagot; at hindi iyon ang dapat.
Bakit? Bakit kailangang laging sundin?
Bakit kailangang laging paalipin?

Ang sikip sa dibdib lalo na't
Alam **** wala kang kayang gawin.
Lalo na't alam **** palaman ka lang
Sa sistemang paikot-ikot ng walang tigil.
Hilong-hilo ka na sa mga kagaguhang
Nais nilang iguhit sa iyong kapalaran.
Hindi mo na masikmura ang pait at
Walang saysay na pagiintay sa pinangako nilang katahimikan; kapayapaan ng iyong isipan.

Itinatanong mo, bakit di ko harapin?
Bakit laging pagtakas ang gusto kong suungin?
Hindi ko din alam gaya nang hindi mo pagintindi sa akin.
Pagod na pagod na akong mag-isip.
Alam ko naman, palagi akong mali. Palagi akong masama. Palagi akong walang silbi.

Kasi nahusgahan.. Dahil sa isang mali.
Dahil sa isang baluktot na desisyon,
Hindi mo na naalalang, tao rin ako.
May puso. May pakiramdam. Nasasaktan.

Gusto kong lumayo. Gusto kong umalis. Gusto kong lumaya. Patuloy na lumaya.
Sobrang pasakit dahil alam ko na sobra akong pabigat.

Sana bumalik nalang ako sa pagiging tuldok.
Para kahit anong pangungusap na masakit ang maririnig ko, matatapos ito. At hindi na kailanman babalik. Tuldok. Babalik ako sa pagiging tuldok dahil magulo.
It's still more surreal when you write in your first language haha the feelings is there
Aug 2015 · 508
Illusionist
Ysabelle Aug 2015
Sing me the song of your sadness
Embrace me with the words of your contentment
Touch me with the sight of your desire
Kiss me with the thought of your willingness
Hold me with the uncertainty of your warmth

Sing to me, Embrace me, Touch me, Kiss me, Hold me.

But never.. ever..
**** me with the idea of leaving me broken and sober.

Please. I am tired of being an illusionist.
Aug 2015 · 365
Rain
Ysabelle Aug 2015
There's this thing
about the rain.

Every little drop,
makes me chill,
makes me shiver.

Makes me remember,
Makes me forget.

Every little drop,
Reminds me
Of every tears
I shed when
He left me.

And in a snap,
the rain stopped
as I smile when
I can finally see
the rainbow peaking.

The calm after my storm.
Sadness and solitude
gone away.
That's when
and how you came.

So I guess,
That's the thing
about the rain.
Aug 2015 · 450
Downpour
Ysabelle Aug 2015
Once, it felt like
An amazing surprise.
The sun shines, flowers bloom,
The veery sings.
Everything's magic.

Once, Love shines in your eyes,
Mine as well.
You held my hand, so tight.
I felt the warmth of your embrace.
I felt safe.

All of a sudden, i don't know why.
Wind blew it all away.
I tried to run to reach it,
But I guess I am too tired.
Too sad. Too weary.

For once, I am here.
You are here.
No, we were.
Nothing's left,
But a heavy downpour.
I guess this is too heavy for my first post! Haha

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