I sit here. At my computer. How you may say "stuck" or "blocked". Not knowing what to say, what to write, what to pour onto the page. But I just sit, think, and eventually, I lay my hands on the keyboard and just start . . . typing. Typing away. Letting my puso and mind spill all over the now heavily damp worded page. I say what I feel and type what I think and maybe . . . just maybe the words I type turn into something that make sense. Words that turn into something beautiful, like a desert flower, slowly blooming, waiting for the rain to come to push it through.
Sometimes, as I type away at my keyboard, I will add a metaphor or simile to make it seem like I know what I'm talking about, like I have some sort of imagination, or a creative mindset, but really . . . my mind will race. Attempting to make sense of something to connect my thoughts with other words that will somehow make the words I type madami appealing to the audience who take the time to read my thoughts and feeling on a page.
So, what do I feel the need to say? Well, what? To complain about some guy who I think about for a buwan and forget about? To cry about the struggle of life? How about the way that my fear has consumed my thoughts, and I feel the need to break way and get in the mindset that everyone depends on what I do?! No. What do I feel the need to say? Really. I don't know. But I now have this power. Power to say whatever I want. To reveal secrets. To proclaim pag-ibig lust. I have the power to write words on a page to say what I want to shout to the world.
As I sit here, and type. Proclaiming power among words and flowing out similes. I sit here and think about what our world would be like, what we would be like if we didn't have words to express what we feel and think as human beings. It would be torturous to our souls. As if our physical bodies can move, but our souls stay trapped back. Chained, so they can't break through our walls of feelings that we continuously build up, so others can't break it down. With this wall, we wouldn't be able to share to others what we want or need from one another . . . . but we do.
We as human being are allowed to use our words to pronounce and scream to the tuktok of the world WHAT WE FEEL! To give back what we once took and receive what was taken from us. Words.
Words are pure.
Words are meaningful.
Words can change lives.
I sit here. At my computer. Not Stuck. Not blocked. And as I lay my hands on the keyboard and type, I feel free. Typing away. Describing how I feel with words.
Sometimes, as I type away at my keyboard, I will add a metaphor or simile to make it seem like I know what I'm talking about, like I have some sort of imagination, or a creative mindset, but really . . . my mind will race. Attempting to make sense of something to connect my thoughts with other words that will somehow make the words I type madami appealing to the audience who take the time to read my thoughts and feeling on a page.
So, what do I feel the need to say? Well, what? To complain about some guy who I think about for a buwan and forget about? To cry about the struggle of life? How about the way that my fear has consumed my thoughts, and I feel the need to break way and get in the mindset that everyone depends on what I do?! No. What do I feel the need to say? Really. I don't know. But I now have this power. Power to say whatever I want. To reveal secrets. To proclaim pag-ibig lust. I have the power to write words on a page to say what I want to shout to the world.
As I sit here, and type. Proclaiming power among words and flowing out similes. I sit here and think about what our world would be like, what we would be like if we didn't have words to express what we feel and think as human beings. It would be torturous to our souls. As if our physical bodies can move, but our souls stay trapped back. Chained, so they can't break through our walls of feelings that we continuously build up, so others can't break it down. With this wall, we wouldn't be able to share to others what we want or need from one another . . . . but we do.
We as human being are allowed to use our words to pronounce and scream to the tuktok of the world WHAT WE FEEL! To give back what we once took and receive what was taken from us. Words.
Words are pure.
Words are meaningful.
Words can change lives.
I sit here. At my computer. Not Stuck. Not blocked. And as I lay my hands on the keyboard and type, I feel free. Typing away. Describing how I feel with words.
this mirror is a painting
colored with memories
of your dying life.
In death and pain,
you see it clear,
tho these memories
are suppressed by
the blaze of unseen days.
Days that crave for smile,
but buried sa pamamagitan ng the darkness
of your own.
Your dying life is still here,
impersonal and black,
this clock shows no time
for you, for your time has
stopped a long ago.
In memories of old,
you feed our dilapidated soul
with the same smell that
smothers your thoughts,
as your figure is terrified
to see your dying will.
The mirror has been covered
with cobweb for years,
for your eyes are never going
to be able to see
this dying life within.
Enjoy, comment if you can.
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This broken sky is falling.
This shattered earth is crumbling.
This broken puso is bleeding.
This black room is all I see.
The blackness is all I see.
The black is all that I am.
My sky has fallen,
My earth has crumbled,
Yet my puso continues to bleed.
You used to be my,
Sky,
Earth,
Heart,
But, you’re gone.
Now all I see is black, in this black room, within the darkness.
Yet, my puso continues to bleed.
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This broken sky is falling.
This shattered earth is crumbling.
This broken puso is bleeding.
This black room is all I see.
The blackness is all I see.
The black is all that I am.
My sky has fallen,
My earth has crumbled,
Yet my puso continues to bleed.
You used to be my,
Sky,
Earth,
Heart,
But, you’re gone.
Now all I see is black, in this black room, within the darkness.
Yet, my puso continues to bleed.
When my world seems to whorl,troll, curl
I don't have to worry,
because my mga kaibigan put in it pearls.
Whenever I get whirl,nerve ,curve
Those silly buddies, simply smirk
and all my problems get diverged.
What should I say about you guys?
You all rock my life.
Yes,of course, I was in a right path already,
But you all came and made me steady.
I swear , no need of tears
Let's be clear,
you all are My Dear.
you never let me go speechless,breathless,hopeless
No and never, we would never be apart
as something fascinating , would eventually start.
When the light goes down,
you all come and shout.
I pag-ibig the way you are,
you are the ones i once loved,
and I will pag-ibig u till
the stars are still
no matter its light or dark
Because I know, you would be there for spark!!
By
Mehakdeep Kaur
like a shadow,
you don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain
that sleeps inside
your broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these Nawawala fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and you don’t care
anymore,
but you do,
you still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the araw of your peace.
Your path is full
of thorns that
are stabbing you
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
Help Me Please for i am on my knees begging beyond a beggar praying beyond a saint lying madami than a sinner i need someone to set me free from my chains of life, time and time again the same old routine i dont need the same thing over and over again please before my eyes become raw sore for i fear i can see no madami sore for every araw that leads to night i fear for you and me the temptation to leave them behind everything and everyone, all i know is that i need someone braver and stronger than me mentally, save me for i can not save myself help me for my future health
(Today)
I have felt the wind blow
Whispering Your name
I have seen Your tears fall
When I watch the rain
How could I say there is no God
When all around creation calls
A pag-awit bird, a mighty tree
The vast expanse of open sea
Gazing at a bird in flight
Soaring through the air
Lying down beneath the stars
I feel Your presence there
I pag-ibig to stand at ocean’s shore
And feel the thundering breakers roar
To walk through golden fields of grain
Neath endless blue, horizon’s frame
Listening to a river run
Watering the earth
Fragrance of a rose in bloom
A newborn’s cry at birth
I believe
I believe
I believe
I believe
Just like a child
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I sat alone.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded sa pamamagitan ng my thoughts, but no people. sa pamamagitan ng my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat sa pamamagitan ng me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
(I wrote this because I see some many people sitting all alone everyday, and all it takes is a simple "hello" to brighten their spirits)
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded sa pamamagitan ng my thoughts, but no people. sa pamamagitan ng my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat sa pamamagitan ng me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
(I wrote this because I see some many people sitting all alone everyday, and all it takes is a simple "hello" to brighten their spirits)
Long and silent.
Your thoughts
are intense
and unquiet
like a heavy sea.
Sometimes
you need someone
to talk to,
sometimes
you need someone
to be there for you,
so you could feel
safe,
so you could know
that you're still
there.
You don't want
to disappear,
you don't want
to be the shadow,
the pale picture
of what you used to be.
Sometimes
you need someone
to be there for you,
sometimes
you need someone
just to see you.
Thoughts,
those will remain
in you,
all those disturbing
thoughts
that make you feel
exhausted
you cannot share.
You're too scared
of how disturbance
may sound,
you're frightened
of yourself.
Sometimes
you need someone
to ipakita you
the way.
The path
filled with
light,
the path
you call a hope.
You need someone
who cares,
although
you feel like nobody
understands.
Nobody sees
your soul,
nobody feels
your toss,
all alone with
your fears,
lonesome and lost,
you need someone
who cares.