Sound of Home

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The busy city sleeps as the day closes its way,

The breeze singing loud roars as the night comes to stay,

Turning off the lights, just the stars and the moon,

Chasing no sunlight, wishing this wouldn’t end soon;

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And the Door Opened

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Maybe it’s coincidence

Or perhaps it’s not,

This page of iridescence

Lights up and blinks a lot;

 

A new moon, a new star,

It shines in the night,

Once admired from afar,

Now a knob to hold tight;

 

Maybe they heard a knock,

And in silence, they listened,

A secret unlocked,

And then the door opened.

 

 

Reverse

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Another dimension,

Another time,

Another ignition,

Another rhyme.

 

Go back to the start,

Twisting your head;

Awaken your heart:

Rebirth of the dead.

 

Open your eyes

After they’d been shut,

Warm the ice

And just sew the cut.


It will get better,

That’s what they say,

Today you suffer,

Tomorrow you’ll slay.

 

Finally, I was able to write a ‘decent’ poem again, if you can actually call this ‘decent’.

Paalam

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Umasa ako na maaari pang ayusin,
Dahil sabi mo, ika’y nariyan pa rin;
Ngunit nang ako’y mapuwing,
Ang katotohana’y lumabas din.

Ang sabi mo’y hindi pa panahon,
Pwedeng bukas tayo umahon,
Pwedeng makita ang araw pagtapos ng ambon,
Pwedeng kayaning malagpasan ang alon.

Ngunit walang katotohanan ang iyong mga sinabi,
Dahil ang totoo’y iba na bigla ang iyong katabi;
Ang mga halik mo’y para na sa ibang labi,
At hindi na para sa akin ang iyong mga ngiti.

Tunay ngang lalabas ang katotohanan,
Tatapakan ang lahat ng mga kasinungalingan;
Kaya ngayon, ako ay iyong hayaan,
Sapagkat nakuha ko na ang aking kalayaan.

Malaya na ako sa ginawa mong kwento,
Na hanggang sa huli’y inisip mo pa rin ang ikabubuti ko;
Malaya na ako sa isang katulad mo,
Na sinayang lamang ang tiwalang ibinigay ko.

Malaya na ako sa pagpapakatanga,
Malaya na ako sa kakarampot na pag-asa;
Hindi na rin ako magpapakalugmok pa,
Dahil hindi ka karapat-dapat sa aking mga luha.

Aanhin ko ang isang taong bumigay,
Sa tuksong sumisira ng lahat ng bagay;
Kaya ngayon, ako man sa’yo ay nasanay,
Ramdam kong di na kita kailangan sa aking buhay.

Paalam sa iyo, at salamat sa lahat,
Sa pagmamahal, na para sa iyo’y hindi naging sapat,
Sa pinagsamahang tamis, pait at alat,
Tandaan mo, inibig kita ng tapat.

Ngunit kung para sa iyo’y madali lang itong itapon,
Talikuran, ipalit sa iba ang kahapon,
Marahil ito na nga ang panahon,
Ang katapusan ng ating ngayon.

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Don’t Fall in Love with a Writer

Don’t fall in love with a writer, for she will break your heart in every possible way. She will reminisce about the past with such great vividness that she brings them to life once again. She will create monsters in her mind that will eat her up in her sleep, leaving even you a victim. She will write down every heartache and pain you never knew existed for everyone to read. She will describe you magnificently in her stories that it will blur the lines between fiction and reality. She will write poetry on your skin—perhaps even turn you into one. She will have sleepless nights contemplating every supposedly “harmless” word you told her until it drills a hole in her brain. She will twist them and will try to find meaning.

Writers are over thinkers and they will take everything to heart, changing her perception about herself. For words, her favorite weapon, will also be her greatest downfall. She will overflow with emotions and she will choke on the songs that she once sang. She will let herself crumple like paper—thin enough to cut through your skin—and will surround you with her vulnerability until it weighs you down with guilt. She will leave you even more clueless than the first time. Leaving trails of words that sting on your soul—words that she never meant fully but said recklessly. She will mark your heart like it is her territory, and every mark shall be painfully familiar, yet you will keep begging for another scar as if it was a way of ingraining a piece of her on you.

Don’t fall in love with a writer because she’s addictive and will have you begging for more, numb and aware of the pain that comes with loving her. She will paralyze you with her beauty and intelligence. She is the perfect storm that you will be willing enough to brave. But she is too powerful for her own good and she will leave you wondering where you could have possibly went wrong again, and again, and again.

But she chose a man like you because you are strong enough for a challenging a fragile girl like her. Pick her up and glue her pieces until she is whole again. Do not give up on a girl who will immortalize every detail of you, and turn you into a masterpiece that she will spectate upon every day of her life.

You are the moon, the sun, and every breath of constellation in her being. That is the girl you do not simply give up on, but that is also the kind of girl that is dangerous to fall in love with.

(http://www.candymag.com/candy-feels/from-our-readers-don-t-fall-in-love-with-a-writer-src-ugc)