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posted by irena83
Welcome to where
your days will be different,
welcome to where your soul
will be filled sa pamamagitan ng happiness.


But, days like these
live only in your eyes,
like a dream, like a wish,
and the shine inside your
eyes makes the dream
valuable.


Every araw you wake up
knowing that life did
nothing for you,
and yet, you did nothing
for yourself.


Some dreams just
can not become true
and knowing it
your life becomes pointless,
that glow inside your eyes
is fading slowly,
and you are no longer alive,
reality has crumbled on you.



You live like a shadow,
as if your footsteps are
all that is left,
and your puso is as empty as
your eyes.
Your life is fading along with
your forgotten dreams.
Some dreams are not meant
to be achieved.
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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 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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posted by tiny_princess
here`s a new poem that is written sa pamamagitan ng my humble key board ...








~~ My Locked feelings ~~








My miserable life may effect on what might happen



Those memories are madami to be like an ultimate weapon



My sharp-knife words are surrounded



With a mixture of feelings



My life is crowded



No way to start healings



After Searching for years



Walking for miles , &



Facing my fears



To find the higher truth … My rights !!



Am a normal girl



With un-usual bravo Harte



Am a strong pearl



That never falls apart



...



Isn`t it strange?!



To analyze different personalities



Hoping to arrange



My UN-none nationality



Then, a sudden moment...
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They say to me, your eyes, clear as crystal:
"For you, bizarre lover, what is my merit then ?"
— Be charming and be still! My heart, which all things irk,
Except the candor of the mga hayop of old,

Does not wish to reveal its black secret to you,
Whose lulling hands invite me to long sleep,
Nor its somber legend written with flame.
I hate passion; intelligence makes me suffer !

Let us pag-ibig each other sweetly. Tenebrous Love,
Ambushed in his shelter, stretches his fatal bow.
I know all the weapons of his old arsenal :

Crime, horror, and madness! — pale marguerite !
Are you not, like me, an autumnal sun,...
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Source: i wrote it.....
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Source: I wrote this....Hope you like it!
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Source: my work ***
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