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Bat ganun parang kahapon lang...
Putanginang yan lagi na lang basura
21:29
I guess it is what it is.
You're not worth it.
You're not worth a space in my mind, or a bit of my time.
This is regret.
my morning words feat. anx*ety
It started with a spark, lit by a matchstick.
Until eventually growing into an immense field of fire.
My eyes could not handle the flame, and so it deteriorates.
Like how my body shivers, my heart beats in haste, cold sweaty hands.
My entirety felt like being summoned to the hounds.
Running out of breath, i close my eyes and pray.
With grief and loneliness still rushing through my veins.
And the ones you introduced your fire to,
The ones you expect to calm your flame,
Can be fuel.
Throwing a flare to the unreached paths of agony.
And so it was a battle with myself, with my mind.
As i was trying to subdue the overpowering blaze,
I found my querencia.
As always, His solemn arms.
My mind is a wildfire.
A treacherous realm.
But I shall always be of full might and potence.
To win my war.
---I hope we'd always have the strength to overcome our anxiety attacks. We are not less of a person because of these. :>
Sometimes, all we need is someone who truly, ultimately and deeply understands. Someone who is capable of tolerating us despite of having emotional breakdowns and endless thoughts and all the other nightmares anxiety put us through. Someone who chooses us everyday and fights for us when we can't even fight for ourselves. Someone who will never make us feel invalidated and be at our side in this battle with our minds. :(
I'm tired of people leaving me when it gets hard because I didn't, I always prefer to stay. And sadly, they would always choose to leave. I should have warned them that I' m a mess and so when they get to know me, they'll realize that I was never their kind of girl.
:((((((((((
She lays down
"the chemicals that make her laugh don't seem to be working anymore."
"i came out grieving, barely breathing and you came out alright"
December - Neck Deep
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I feel sad and empty. I don't know what's making me feel this way. Just as I thought crying would ease this grief, it did nothing. I need a remedy 😔
"You'll never understand why a writer writes until you'll get tired trying to rephrase your frustrations in ways they could accept it, or ways that may not sound overdramatic when in reality, it eats you out alive."
More of my poems!!!
I wrote these poems when I was on high school. I think these were about my hs crush (turned out to be my first love) hehehe. I was devastated back then that we weren’t able to have a sweet little love story but THANKS TO YOUU I was able to love writing even more.
Poor guy, you weren’t able to read these pieces. HEHEHE but these words are for you and know that you will always be a part of my writing journey. (and also why i really love poetry and reading books)
To everyone who has ever felt sad, brokenhearted, happy or in love and you need to express and narrate what you feel, grab some pen and paper or go to your phone’s notepad and write. This will help relieve and uncover all your endless thoughts and trust me, your words are art, your thoughts are beauty and your mind belongs to a world with numerous possibilities and deep emotions that will also accept you for who you are without uttering any judgment--poetry.
A bunch of selfies upon downloading new camera filter app. This is really taking selfies with regret because I've got a lot of school works to do and I still managed to capture some shots hehehe
This is my favorite All Time Low song and this is where I got my pen name lol. The lyrics are amazing and might probably startle anyone’s mind upon hearing the song hehe.
“Wait outside I hope the air will serve to remind you that my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath and my words are as timed as the beating in my chest”
Who is she?
She dont unravel her petals to everyone. She would stay secluded and wait for those who are brave enough to conquer her thorns.
She's fragile and vulnerable. And so you need to be really patient with her.
She was known for tears and melancholic poetry. But she was also known for laughter and smiles and sweet things.
She's unpredictable and complicated. And so you need to excite your neurons to understand her thoughts.
Her mind is a deep and treacherous well. You'd have to gain tons of courage to explore it.
She's been broken, even with the smallest of things, and she's been left with deadly silence.
She got some poisons in her hands and tongue, she'll kill anyone with her fatal stare even with the slightest of trigger.
She's a warrior of several battles, and ended up slaying all the vicious being.
She has got a heart made of glass, guarded with walls--soaring to the sky that your naked eyes can no longer see the end.
She's unfathomable.
And so refrain from touching her soul unless you have the guts to dive the surface of the deepest trench. She won't let you govern her.
And yet she has her own downside. The kryptonite, the weakness to her potent psyche -- her endless thoughts.
I miss writing poems huhu. Im too much occupied with academic matters. But I look forward to write one soonest hihi 💝
“I will never apologize for having too much soul, being too emotional or having too much love to offer. You weren’t just capable of handling my kind of love and that is your issue not mine. So I guess it ends here we will go our separate ways and hope that we’ll see each other somewhere in the future.”
I made this poem after watching The Vow. I cried, a lot I suppose. I was able to finish this poem for less than an hour maybe because all the feelings came rushing through my mind and so I was able to come up with this.
--------Home’s missing you. Hope you’ll come back soon.