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Tear-Ups 01 | I Am Not At My Best

June 8, 2018June 9, 2018Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged blog, blogging, life, poem, poetry, Random, stuff, Wordpress1 Comment

don’t let me hear
what I already know
and whisper at my sleep

don’t let me see
the things I shy away from
for I break them easily

don’t make it sound
that I watch too much TV
i am my demon
since day three

(Honestly i ran out of words at the last. Again why do i have to explain.)

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Backspace

August 15, 2017June 8, 2018Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged blogg, blogger, Literary, philippines, poem, poetry, Random, stuffLeave a comment

I wrote a poem about hate
On how my supposed best friend used me
About how he made me feel useless
On how he turned me into a second choice
Other than his new tools to use with
I felt abused
I was befriended to be taken advantage of
He really tried his best
To make myself veer away from him
He was my only
But he has it all
And all was not part of me
And me and him is no more
And so I pressed backspace as I wrote this poem
As I try to forget the letters of hate
One by one they vanish
But deep in my heart was a torn flesh
An irreparable misery
That was once the seal of our good friendship.

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Toddlers

July 13, 2017June 7, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged babies, blog, blogger, books, commentary, dreams, essay, good reads, grow, history, informative, inspiration, life, Literature, me, media, music, novels, oldies, Opinion, original, others, people, poem, poems, poetry, post, private, prose, Random, review, reviews, rural, school, science, stuff, system, toddlers, urban, Wordpress, workLeave a comment

I cannot clearly recall the times I have enjoyed my childhood, given that those were the years that I suffered with a lot of injuries I inflicted on myself: I broke my elbow; I had my ruptured appendix removed. But I know for a fact that I was acting like how I’m supposed to be: child-like. I ran through the rural streets and climbed over sacks of cement thinking that I could reach the space and conquer Jupiter and some random spider web by the electrical lines. I am so free from conscious thought. I was a child.

Now, I am in my third year at college. I see my aunt’s kids the same age as I was in my free spirit. But they grew to not be like one. They speak to me like they want to grow faster. “When I’m bigger” they say. And I guess that’s how the times have changed people. And it has taken a toll on the dream of a happy childhood: From a silly toddler who does not know when to stop running, to a kid pressured to grow as fast as how the city moves all day. Banging their horns, each small step turning into large leaps, going left and right, whatever space they can occupy. As long as they can move faster to the stop sign.

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Barely Even There

July 10, 2017June 2, 2017Posted in Poetry and proseTagged blog, books, commentary, essay, fun, inspiration, life, Literature, me, media, music, Opinion, original, others, poems, poetry, private, prose, Random, science, stuff, Wordpress, work, write-upLeave a comment

I know there was once this young boy who serves wholeheartedly for his purpose. Staying true and firm to all his ideals and beliefs. He was the delight of the sunrise and the dreamer of the night. But suddenly this boy became little of a man. The horizons became a lot smaller and the view started to shift from reaching to the stars to gathering of all the dust. He seems to have lost his purpose. Now he’s barely even there. Somewhere between those distant galaxies, he’s rotting away by his own culture of bacterium.

He was his own identity. He was the innocence of the divide.

But who is he nowadays? Is he as far-reaching as before, or was he the speck of glimmer the comet used up?

I bet he already felt the gravity of the truth. And I hope he doesn’t stop from trying to get there: To the vast majority of the cosmos.

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Life Ordered Me.

July 4, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged blog, blogger, law, life, life poem, Literary, Literature, love, love poem, me, nature, order, poem, poem ph, poems, poemsph, poemsporn, poet, poetry, process, Random, stuffLeave a comment

It all started with me as a fetus

All covered with blood and some mucus

I was held on mother’s hands

Still fresh from her insides

I wake up to this world, crying

Because life ordered me to do so

I was a toddler

I learned to play

These childish games

Laughter’s worth everything, not to be repaid

I prance above the clouds, happy

Because life ordered me to do so

First day of high school

They say be the most presentable

Have nice friends and a good amount of fun

For this will never pass again in the long run

Times change

Hormones build up

Rushing through my body with rage

That leads me with all these crap

I did what early adults does, enjoying

Because life ordered me to do so

I’m about to cross the bridge

My life that automatically skyrocketed up, up above

Being ordered

To what life wants me to

But I know for sure

I do not have to follow life

For being free is not by force

And not by order of which is which

How you connect yours to what others did

I, want to get rid

I, don’t want my life for me to lead

I… want to grow my own seed in my own process

I’m not the river that flows with the rushes

I’m not the… sky that des the same thing over and over

THIS IS NOT A LAW

That it’s an imperative for you to follow

THIS IS NOT AN OBLIGATION

That as I cross that adulthood bridge I will do what is typical

I MAKE MY LIFE

I AM NOT WHAT LIFE ORDERED ME

I don’t want to be this adult who gets to marriage because “life ordered me”

I don’t want to die with white strands waiting to fall off my skin

I don’t want to be in this same generic coffin, or such life shit

I DON’T WANT TO BE

What my life ordered me

I want this to stop

Like how this poem ends.

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Immersion

June 12, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged immersion, lit, Literary, love poem, poem, poem ph, poems, poemsph, poemsporn, poet, poetry, stuff, Wordpress, writer, writerphLeave a comment

There.
Enjoy these flashing lights,
while you can
while you still can.

Here.
Grasp them little by little
while you can
while you still can.

Oh no.
Chase after them!
before they’re gone
before they’re long gone.

I told you so.
Now you’re left
with nothing
all but nothing.

You should’ve held my hand
when you’re immersed
in these lights
these big, flashing lights

But you knew better for yourself.
That these lights
are better chased
better chased rather than us.

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A Dreamer is Awaken

May 30, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged bamboo, books, first, first step, inspiration, inspire, inspired, life, Literary, Literature, melody, music, others, poem, poetry, school, step, stuff, sungha jung, what i felt, WordpressLeave a comment

I woke up
slimy and still
I had sight
then heard
then felt
and cried

I was the little child
from my mother’s womb
that breathe
then cried
then went still

I’m their little angel
A tomorrows dreamer
that ventures
then conquers
then accomplishes to his glorious days

Welcome
my conqueror
my dreamer
my angel

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Thoughts From Yours Truly, The Genderless

May 11, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in RandomTagged asked, believe, better, broken, called, carry, consider, curious, everyone, feel, female, feminine, frankly, friends, gender, gender equality, genderless, gets, group, hate, hormonal, hormonal imbalances, I say, imbalances, linear, Literary, male, man, masculine, maybe, nature, norm, offended, offensive, Opinion, order, orientations, others, people, person, plans, poem, principle, questioning, rather, real, regardless, road, Robert frost, search, sexual, so-called, strengths, stuff, sure, talked, teachings, things, today, varieties, weaknessesLeave a comment

Recently, people have been questioning my so-called “real” gender. They do not believe at what they’re seeing. And they say it’s unnatural. But haven’t they thought of a Robert Frost poem?

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