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posted by nikkiluvzu
You are so young but like the stars you are so old/ your perfection is mapait and leaves me cold/ but when I feel alone and my soul can feel down I reach to the sky and hear your sound/ and you beauty fills the sky and eventually i'll drown in your sweet smell that fills air all around/ you twinkle and shine just like a bituin and both of you grow far from the ground/ so, distances don't matter/ for what does beauty count? I'll never hold you and thats all I kno, beware the rain and beware the snow and beware the man we all thought we'd kno ~ Miguel, i'll always pag-ibig you... No matter what. So much
posted by Duncan-superfan
By Alucard Steiner
___________________

The river to hell,
The river to eternity,
The river to pain,
The river to beginning,
With the ferryman's bangka made of bones.
The water of flames that look so cold.
The moans of pain, which you'll soon join.
The wicked laugh of the ferryman, who knows of your eternity.
The howls of a beast, that makes warriors flee.
The river to the end,
The river to the beginning,
The river of blood, this river of pain,
leads you to the dog, the beast in chains.
The river moves slow, pulling you deeper in.
The end of you life opens the gates of hell.
To flow down the river of Styx,
This will be your own personal hell.
You wish for safety, but you meet the beast.
The dog of three heads, that brings you to your knees.
You desire to run, but you can never flee.
The bangka floats through the gate, to the beginning to your eternity.
Your eternity that ended,
At the river of Styx.

~
posted by KorIMoriTsuki
 the world........
the world........
When the world is silent and the tears float in midair, what crisis has befallen us?
I lie awake thinking.
Where is the better tomorrow?
Why do we always find it at an instant too late?
How is it that the earth can misjudge it's caretaker's so carelessly?
Due to days like this, I can see now why Pandora shut the box.
It's a macabre assult we have just trying to live through one day.
Every oras is as excrutiating as the second.
All of the dances, composed sa pamamagitan ng life and death, are filled with taunting, torturous reminders of what is yet to come.
We can't all catch a lucky break, we can only grin and madala it.
There is a black ulap which coveres the already shrouded eyes of our madness.
Will I be able to see that tomorrow when all hope is gone and no one will hold out a hand for me?
 ....as we live it...
....as we live it...
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Source: S. Ritchie (montage)
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posted by irena83
Nameless fear
Penetrates
At the core
Of my wounded heart,
Swallowing
These tears
Of my mapait decline.
I reach to touch
Your atrocity
Once again,
Feeding this nameless fear
That pervade my weakened body;
Elaborating agitation
As intense as
Masochistic orgasm;
Pulling me down
Into my deepest despair,
With those eyes of pure lust
You make me kneel
Before ominous desires of thine,
Lurking this prey
Before your very eyes,
Penetrating
As gentle as
Incoming dawn;
Burning at my torrid skin,
You would pag-ibig to
Tear me open,
Leaving me down
With my bleeding heart,
You walk away
For aye vile.
posted by oth_is_love
This is a poem that i wrote. I was bored and tired of being treated different just 'cause i like being myself and not someone else. Anyways heres it is:


just because i look away,
doesn't mean i don't care
just because you don't see me crying,
doesn't mean i'm heartless.
just because i'm usual alone
doesn't mean i'm lonely.

i look away when something i see bothers me.
i cry when i'm alone,its not a weakness but what makes me strong
i'm alone when i don't want to be like you.

just because i dress different
doesn't mean i'm completely different from you
just because i act strange sometimes
doesn't mean i crave attention

i dress different to be unique,
i act strange to not fit in.

just because i dress different, sit and cry alone, and acts strange
does it mean im not like you?
no it just means i don't want to be perfect,
i don't want to be, what you call 'normal'
it means that i'd rather be an individual.
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posted by r260897
No madami ques 4 u my lips would be sealed forever
Sooner or later I’ll die n leave u alone
I never thought m nt ur frnd m jst a trash
A material 4 u 2 play n throw away
M just a pet whm u kick bt still it licks
i never knew m jst a doll 2 play wid emotions
u promised 2 protect me bt now m afraid of u
my hands shiver whn I type 2 text u
coz m afraid of ur rply
m afraid my hrt woud brk again coz I knw its fragile
I feel sry 4 those tears wich cme 4m my pierced hrt whn u spoke harsh
They fell 4 wrong thing
Thx for nt being cls 2 me or else I’d hv cried hard
Lyk whn lastri died n whn jerelyn died
I didn’ want 2 b ms attitude 2 u
Wasn’ it lyk taming of shru
I promise u lastri I promise u jer susunod tym I won’t cry
Jst cumin 2 ya guyzno longer I wish 2 lv I jst wanna die
Tc, hope we’ll meet again or else gud bye..:( 
posted by bookworm103
I walk along the sidewalk and look about my self

across the rushing kalye I see her

THE GIRL WITH THE YELLOW SCARF

she wraps her scarf around her face to shut out the world

she thinks that the world will take her and break her to pieces if she does not hide

so every araw she hides behind her yellow scarf to keep out the evil

and the good that she does not dare hope to see

weeks pass and months too

and still she cowers behind her yellow scarf

not daring to see good fearing to see evil

until one araw as I walk along the sidewalk again

and I see it that sick yellow scarf refusing to see evil blind to good...
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posted by juicyjossy9
Given
and
denied


Which way to the fountain of my youth I wonder
Which way to the years I've let go by
Let a thirsty man drink in its memories
while the water still flows sweet and crystal clear
For yesteryear

Oh to see the sun's eclipse
on the horizon like ships
sailing way away from here
Oh just one madami time my dear
Before I'll go hear me out
Cos of this there ain't no doubt
When it's time for curtain call
Just before the shadows...

Fall like a leaf in the wind on the ocean
Of blue like your eyes in the twilight theater
With symphonies playing in the world without sound
We're ibingiay and denied

Give me back my...
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When Friendship or Love
Our sympathies move,
When Truth, in a glance, should appear,
The lips may beguile,
With a dimple or smile,
But the test of affection's a Tear

Too oft is a smile
But the hypocrite's wile,
To mask detestation, or fear,
Give me the soft sigh,
Whilst the soultelling eye
Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear

Mild Charity's glow,
To us mortals below,
Shows the soul from barbarity clear,
Compassion will melt,
Where this virtue is felt,
And its dew is diffused in a Tear

The man, doom'd to sail
With the blast of the gale,
Through billows Atlantic to steer,
As he bends o'er the wave
Which may soon be...
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posted by juicyjossy9
John Keats

(1795–1821)


A THING of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting...
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posted by Persephone16
You go through life
Trying to succeed
Trying to fit in
Trying to be happy
Trying with all your puso to get someone to pag-ibig you
But this ipakita you’re putting up
This façade you’re keeping
It’s all a game

When I look at the world
I see the hunger, the poverty
The war, and the violence
Within it all
It’s hard to find the good
All what brings us joy

But then I look at the people
Who spend they’re lives
Attempting to change the world
Make it better
See all the things that life has to offer
A bituin in the middle of a black whole

It’s at that time that I think
Maybe life is worth living
If you stay true to yourself
And all you believe in

Sure it can be hell
But you’ve got to push through
Maybe happiness isn’t all it’s told to be
But you need to keep moving forward

So didn’t give up
And neither will I
And maybe, just maybe
We’ll all see our lives
As a life worth living