They often judge the poet On the words that he thread Some readers formed his silhouette In each poetry that they've read Judge him not at one piece, else you'll be upset Because his pen can laugh then

Sumisigaw nang malakas ang labi ng panggigising Tinig na bumabangon sa tengang mali ang pandinig Binibigkas mga bagay na natakpan upang marinig Kung ano na'ng tunay na kinasadlakan ng sarili Nagmamasid

On earth, how to cleanse our soul To make the cloth of reputation white At most, we can only achieve this goal When filled our neighbor's mind with lies What we are, at most hidden Will never let them

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Lapis at papel aking pinangsibat Pinangsibat sa mga taong ayaw mamulat Mamulat sa mga bagay na mali, kung saan sila'y nasadlak Nasadlak ma'y pakay ng tinta kong mahatak Mahatak sa tama't puso'y bumusilak

As my fingers punches each letter And vandalize the blank wall Purging what's inside, at most all bitter The lonely journey of the bliss less soul Why? Of all emotions At most I choose the time of my pain

Since I cannot cure my schizophrenia I've decided to end my own dilemma I look for a rope to hang my head But split in two, that old rope left me undead But that was not enough to stop my will In our kitchen,

Upon the kiss of paper and quill The pregnancy of emotions Words into the ocean sail Born a poem so true with dedication Happiness and loneliness collide All pains are there, those loves too Colors of

Guide us to your holy footprints, Deity who holds the time. Bless us and also our brethren, Forgive all our foul crime. Our soul cannot support our flesh, The cross heavier than faith. Sins always come

You see no scars and laceration But it doesn't define that I'm not wounded I smell and looked great to you Hey! It just my make-up and perfume But If you really want me Caress me no matter what season

Twinge though sans words Mirrored through her face Indeed, she has a broken ring White truth reveals itself Euphonic blissful pledges Resembling day but an evening Now, her derelict heart reciting dirge

Tears flow plays in unison With a black emotional lullaby A mesmerizing dream turns cold The promises swallowed with venom Great pain of heart to head crawled Till the enchanted voices heard are of demons

Hello there guys, I just join the site. Well, I will take this fortune to introduce myself. My name is Frederick and I am already 39. I am from the beautiful country of the Philippines. I love writing