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Marlo Cabrera May 2016
Eto ako ngayon,
nakahiga kama ko
isipan ay walang laman kun’di ikaw.
nababaliw sa bawat senaryo
na kasama ka.
Ilang beses ko na naisip
at na plano ang gagawin
sa oras na dumating ang
panahon na kailangan gumawa ng desisyon
kung pagpapatuloy ba natin
ang ating pagsasama.
at ilang beses ko na ding
nasagot ang sarili na
oo.

Kase wala lang naman akong
hihilingin kung’di ikaw
na nag papatibok ng puso ko.

Ang taong pumupulot sa mga basag kong piraso,
at binubuo ako, gamit ang ginto.
Kase ang mga hapon ay may sining
na kapag ang isang bagay ay nabasag
ang ginagawa nila dito ay
ginagamit ang ginto bilang pang digit.
Para sa kanila,
ang bagay na iyon ay mas maganda at kabighabighani
kesa nung eto ay hindi pa nababasag.

Ikaw ang ginto
na bumubuo
sa mga basag kong piraso.

Salamat.

Mahal kita.
Kintsugi = The Japanese art of repairing with gold.
Marium Iqbal Jul 2015
"I fell for a nobody loves me kind of guy. Maybe it's because I'm a nobody loves me kind of girl."
Jennifer Weiss May 2015
If there's no mystery
then there's no need for God.
But there are certain things I know-
and other things I know not.

I used to think I knew everything,
now I know just how wrong
I was in everything
I thought was not wrong.

But I knew I would lose you
by the grace of God-
I got used to the abuse of you
And my heart started to rot.

Now I'm used to not having you
and only having God.
And that's two times you gave me the gift of love.
Blessings I'm thankful I have got.

You wiped every tear that fell
No, I don't deserve you at all.
I am so broken about the whole thing
I wonder how you loved me ever...at all.

Victories are had to take for me,
I don't deserve what they call
Success and it seems to me
I'll always be chasing God
We can do much better together.
Dark Jewel Dec 2014
My mind stretches outward.
AS my fist reaches the wall.
Bruising the skin and muscles.

I think of him,
Dark hair.
Blue eyes..

I close my own,
As tears reach me.
I miss you...
My god I miss you...

I tell myself to forget you,
When I have forgiven you.

My heart still feels like yours,
My mind..
Is somewhere else..

Please be alive..
Live your life to the fullest..

I will see you one day..
My dark one..

Fading into sleep,
I only dream of him.
When my heart is someone elses.
Why Do I still think about him? It's making me cry because I wish my reaction to what he did was different.. I still love and care for him.. But does he think of me?
Ember Evanescent Oct 2014
An aching agonizing anguish

Breathlessly breaks bonds

Coldly constantly cracks

Dread's distant deathlike deeds

Eerily everlastingly endlessly

Float flying frostily

Growing greedy

Hauntingly horrific

Immensely insane

Just joylessly jailed

Killing kindlessness

Lying lovelessly losing life

Missing my misfit mourning mind

Now nowhere near new naturality

Over old objects or obsessions

Priceless piercing pain

Quiet quarrels

Rusting rage restless reaped rationalizations

Silent scary severed soul's sorrowful secrets sink sadly sighing softly

Tasteless tears torn trust

Unknown unloved unforgiving

Veiled vying vacant vengeance

Worse wild wordless wispy white worried winding whispers

Xenomorphic

Yesterdays

Zero zoetic zest


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Please comment I love to read other people's interpretations of my work :)
wounds on the surface are easier to heal,
then the deep wounds I experienced as a child.

sometimes my old wounds of my heart rub against
the wounds of others, and in the confusion we lash out
against each other, when in fact we are reliving an old pain.

when I embrace my brokenness, somehow I can move forward.
in loving my self and extending forgiveness and gentleness to
my own heart, I am able to extend love when someone I meet
bring their wounds forward.

slowly but surely, my deep wounds guide me to a deeper surrender and deeper trust in a loving God that holds me safe.
Mike Valdez Jun 2014
I am lost
in this abyss
you have created
in my heart.
A hole that
only you can mend;
darkness
that can only be illuminated
with your smile.

I have put so much of myself in you
that after you left me,
it feels like
I don't know myself anymore.
Mike Valdez Jun 2014
Swirling and swirling,
that was how the coffee went
as I stirred it,
wishing at the same time
that I could go into the whirlpool
and just drown.

And I drank the coffee
without cooling it,
not caring if it burns my throat.
I felt it trace a warm trail
on my esophagus
and scatter on my chest.
It finally reached my heart
which has been cold for so long.
The feeling was comforting.

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