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Lapis at papel aking pinangsibat
Pinangsibat sa mga taong ayaw mamulat
Mamulat sa mga bagay na sa mali nasadlak
Nasadlak ma'y pakay ng tinta kong mahatak

Mahatak sa tama't puso'y bumusilak
Bumusilak di ang anyong mapanindak
Mapanindak kasamaa'y kinakalat
Kinakalat sa buhay ng iba'y nangwawasak

Nangwawasak ma'y handa ang aking sibat
Sibat na letra'y sa pusong bato'y tatarak
Tatarak ng marahan makikiusap
Makikiusap sanang papel ko'y nayurak

Nayurak binalewala't mga letra'y nakalat
Nakalat sandatang higit pa sana sa sibat
Sibat na tinta'y nagdulot nga ng napakalaking sugat
Sugat sa puso ng may akda nitong sulat...

Written: June 27, 2014
Mysterious Aries
and
i am just here
turning words
into
fantasy
while
you are there
creating dreams
with your
reality

©IGMS
i thought that you will save me from this fantasy
You came along in an unexpected time
With you, everything feels right
You do things just to make me happy
You were the stars that shine so bright
On my darkest night
But when the sun comes out,
You are nowhere to be found

You left before I could say goodbye
You left me wondering why
Why do you have to make me feel special
If it won't last forever anyway?
Why do I have to meet you?
Are you still coming back for me?
I wish I knew
*
You will never be forgotten
You will always be my favorite question mark
I don't know whyyyy
 Sep 2015 Idiosyncrasy
Emma
They wonder why
I still write about you
But how can I tell them
that I still think about you
that I still dream about you
that I still pass the places
where you existed
and have to stop to catch my breath
How can I explain
to those who love me
that pain is optional
but I accept the pain
if it means feeling you again
if it means having you back for a second
You were a forest fire
and I was a leaf
I loved you so much
I learned to deal
with the burn
that comes along
with your warmth
I still write about you because I don't know how to stop.
Every day, every second,
Every moment,
I try shutting you out of my mind.

But, every day, every second,
Every moment,
I see you when I shut my eyes.

So, every day, every second,
Every moment,
You shut me behind these mirrors
Of faithful reflection.

And, every day every second,
Every moment,
I shut myself behind these bars,
Resisting myself from reaching you
TO ALL POETS

Each of us is different
yet we are (bottom-line)
the same
true to self
that's what really  matters
words are the joys and tears of our heart
none can stop them--never, ever
--
We were beautiful children
And we grew up so brave,
We were touched by death and heartbreaks but we stayed just the same.

We listen to jazz all night and drink red wine,
Find ourselves adventure to pass the time,
We don't talk much about the pain we've felt inside,
No more bumps in the road,
Just enjoying the ride.

Our love is too strong to carry weight of what's gone,
We find peace in the sun,
And the belief of being young.

Love of mine in the world,
We are one in the same,
You can laugh while you're crying and be childish when you lose games,
We are fine, we are okay,
We are in love,
And our children someday will be just like us.
Saying goodbye is not the hardest part
But it breaks your heart
Not even seeing them walk away
And you can do nothing to make them stay
The hardest part is
Remembering the time when they promised
To be on your side forever
But fulfilling that promise with another
Okaaaay. <//3
 Sep 2015 Idiosyncrasy
niamh
It's the same old story
In a different book.
Diverse covers
And altered bindings,
Mismatched fonts
And dissimilar ink,
Clashing papers
And opposing words,
But the same old story
In a different book.
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