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Nilagyan mo rin ng tuldok ang ating kwento
Ako'y nakiusap
Sana'y huwag sumuko

Naalala ko ang iyong mga sinabi
"Kailangan nating tapusin ito
Upang makapag- umpisa tayong muli
Kahit hindi na ako maging parte ng iyo"

Ngayon ay nauunawaan ko na
Salamat sa pagligtas sa akin sa mga luha
Nahanap ko na ang tamang tao para sa akin
Na hanggang dulo ako'y mamahalin

I write because I feel,
and I feel so very deeply that
it seems to well within me and
often can not be submerged.
Repeatedly I seek to purge
through putting pen to paper
or placing fingertip to keyboard tile
and pouring out the tense and vile,
or the timid and tumultuous
confessions and insecurities that I
can’t in good conscience plead ignorance to
but fail to find confidence enough to trust
out loud to other people.
Sometimes I feel I can not even
trust them out loud to myself.
When I write it all out it makes things real
and I can give a voice to the things I feel
without shaking the silent, quivering
(in)stability of my insecure self confidence.

I'm putting pen to paper but unable to find the words ,
A buzz in my mind writing is my cure,
I could stay up all night just to find the one simple phrase,
The ones I thought before,all a haze.

I think it through& through again,
But still only holding in my hand the pen,
My hand is shaking , tapping as thinking ,
As I slowly can feel my heart sinking ,
I think of the past words I have written ,
All of the topics I was mistakenly hitting.

But tonight nothing coming to mind,
The words inside unwilling to subside,
Collision with heart& mind and soul,
This pen& paper beginning to grow old.

My mind for awhile has been empty,
Don't get me wrong words have been pleanty,
But nothing like poetry to clear my mind,
Not the easiest of things I could find,
Perhaps this is a good thing & it is starting to sink in,
My happiest days are waiting to begin.

No truth be told,
She is all alone.
No hefty side kick to by her side,
No people to praise cause she's alive.

This planet; so frightening,
Is to end all her sins.
For, what she had done is so unreal,
Yet, she does behind their back,
Like a good hero should.