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posted by Vampiyaa
My Trust Has Now Died, sa pamamagitan ng Vampiyaa



Simple words cannot describe my anger towards you.
I wish for you to cry; to know that I am crying too.
Nothing you can say can ever allow me to forgive.
Now it is my turn to fight; it is my turn to live.
This friendship, these memories... mean nothing to me now.
I spend my time alone crying and wondering how
You could have ever betrayed me in such a sad way.
To you, to the world, I have nothing at all to say.
You have to know that I am finished with your lies.
pag-ibig to you is less than nothing... because it always dies.
The universe now knows the reasons why I have cried,
But for everything that's happened, my trust has now died.
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Source: AR
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The Grave sinabi to the Rose,
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs ?"
"And what of spirits flown,
The souls whereon doth close
The tomb's mouth unawares ?"
The Rose sinabi to the Grave.

The Rose said, "In the shade
From the dawn's tears is made
A perfume faint and strange,
Amber and honey sweet."
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
madami strangely than the dew,
To God's own mga kerubin new,"
The Grave sinabi to the Rose.

*****************************************************

LA TOMBE DIT A LA ROSE

La tombe dit à la rose :
"Des pleurs dont l'aube t'arrose
Que fais-tu, fleur des amours ?"
La rose dit à la tombe :
"Que fais-tu de ce qui tombe
Dans ton gouffre ouvert toujours ?"

La rose dit : "Tombeau sombre,
De ces pleurs je fais dans l'ombre
Un parfum d'ambre et de miel."
La tombe dit : " Fleur plaintive,
De chaque âme qui m'arrive
Je fais un ange du ciel !"
Be quiet and madami discreet, O my Grief.
You cried out for the Evening; even now it falls:
A gloomy atmosphere envelops the city,
Bringing peace to some, anxiety to others.

While the vulgar herd of mortals, under the scourge
Of Pleasure, that merciless torturer,
Goes to gather remorse in the servile festival,
My Grief, give me your hand; come this way

Far from them. See the dead years in makaluma gowns
Lean over the balconies of heaven;
Smiling Regret rise from the depths of the waters;

The dying Sun fall asleep beneath an arch, and
Listen, darling, to the soft footfalls of the Night
That traits off...
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sa pamamagitan ng Nicole Levy
Chronicle

The lyrical stylings of nationally acclaimed poet Kevin Brian Wright of Glendale have romanced even British reyna Elizabeth II herself. The poem Wright composed for the reyna in 2008, entitled “O’ Blessed Nightingale,” is today displayed as a personal keepsake of her majesty in Balmoral Castle. pagbaba the lyric, I imagined that Elizabeth had cast her regal person as that blessed nightingale for whom “the thunder…trembles, / When she beat her majestic wings in flight / Composing that choral symphony that softly serenades / The tranquil night, with that melodious...
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posted by Mr-KyoBlackOps
 the world can takes overload
the world can takes overload
Before I procede to
take my last breath, before i
inhel the semtums of death, before
i shed my last tear for help, my death
is calling in the hand of my friends.

my life has fallen deeper from my hands
to my feet i'm crawing can't speak,being
on tuktok makes you weak with a foney smile
down to the ground, one of my mga kaibigan is pulling
me down till i can't even make a sound.

I need help but me and God
both know that their is
nobody around.

somethimes darkness will never
fall down........
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Source: fanfly/Robert Frost/wallpaperbase.com
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posted by sawfan13
The world as I see
People tell me as a child
That it is beautiful and wonderful
Yet it's scary and unjust at the same time

The innocent dying
The guilty being set free and getting money
They laugh at other's pity
Standing in their own pit of filth they created

Poor Nawawala little child
All alone she walks
Yet she knows she's madami powerful than she knows

They never do see
What destruction they cause
They call it justice
I call it lying

Poor child all alone
Yet madami powerful than these liars
They will see the other side one day

This giant filthy monster
Trampling down the innocent Nawawala souls
Yet this little one holds the key to the truth

Their own definition of truth and justice
Their own definition of mercy and love
They say justice is blind
But all the lies we hear now
Don't you ever wonder who the blind ones really are?

One day
One araw the real truth will shine
ipinapakita all the laughing liars
That the pader they built from fake
Will come crashing down
Votive Offering in the Spanish Style

I want to build for you, Madonna, my mistress,
An underground altar in the depths of my grief
And carve out in the darkest corner of my heart,
Far from worldly desires and mocking looks,
A niche, all enameled with azure and with gold,
Where you shall stand, amazed Statue,
With my polished Verses as a trellis of pure metal
Studded cunningly with rhymes of crystal,
I shall make for your head an immense Crown,
And from my Jealousy, O mortal Madonna,
I shall know how to cut a balabal in a fashion,
Barbaric, heavy, and stiff, lined with suspicion,
Which, like a sentry-box,...
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posted by Mr-KyoBlackOps
Life is filled with transitions.
young become old, rainbows dissapper,
self-esteem can be discouraged, courage
can become fear.
Happy faces and joyful hearts, can sometimes be sad. Sunny days with frustrations, can cause
perfectly good araw to go bad.

segundos change into minutes, minutos change into
hours. A seed planted in soil with the proper
rain and sunlight, can grow into a lovely flower.
friendships may grow distant because of problems and pain. Times are filled with transitions, but I pag-ibig you just the same.
posted by sawfan13
Forgive my bitterness
I never knew my puso was this cold
Please oh please forgive me
Please

My words cut like knives
They hurt and bleed others
Oh what pain I've caused
Oh and what pain I feel

Forgive me
I never knew I could hurt
I just feel bad now
For what I've caused in life

I made good, bad
I made beauty, ugly
I made fun, dull
I turned healing into suffering

I know I was bad
But I feel remorse
I feel bad
I feel bad now

Listen to me
Listen my love
I will not shatter
Your fragile heart
Never again
We'll be okay
And pag-ibig again

Everyone will know now
That I will ipakita love
Hate is gone
It's buried
Beneath the ground

pag-ibig glows in the darkness of hate
But why so much hate?
pag-ibig feels better
Towards everything
So why oh why so much pain?
Hate cuts like a knife
But pag-ibig can heal
So why try to hurt
When you can heal
posted by TDIFan960
Anna may bell

My name is Anna May Bell. And as you see I am only three.
Mommy Look what daddy did to me, he called me names
Of hate. But Don’t Blame daddy, it was me. He sinabi it was
my fault his job came to a halt. He took me for a ride you see
he sinabi “Come we can go. All of us Three.” Mommy sinabi No
she would pag-ibig to see how much time we spend with out
bickering. We took a ride to see the trees. Little did I know
That was the last time you would see me. We stop in front
Of a big oak tree. And that is where you strangled me.
Spitting out word of hate. Mommy sinabi you were a saint.
But I see you...
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posted by juicyjossy9
I don’t know just why I’m here for
I want madami than words can describe
I’ve been deprived, can you believe it?
My whole world has been falling apart
And it keeps falling apart all around me

This is how you picked me
And got me high

I’m drinking all from the tears you cry
I’m breathing on every breath you sigh

I don’t wish to know my ending
I just wanna know when I’d begun
Wanna know when I’ll be gone
Wanna know where it has all started from

Feel like I am spinning
It feels so much like I’m spinning
Spinning, spinning and spinning around

Feeling like I am spinning
Around the summer and the...
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