Even a Beautiful Flower Can be Labeled Cheap
Even a beautiful flower can be labeled
cheap and inferior in someone’s eyes.
It isn’t about the differences,
it is just discontentment that makes us blind.
Your Heart Becomes Dull When You Only Choose to Look
Your heart becomes dull
when your cheap eyes
only choose to look
at the most beautiful colors.When your curious ears
only listens to the loudest laughs.And your hurtful tongue only praises
the highest a…
Run Wild Filled With Hope or Buried Under the Tomb
Want to talk?
I’m fine. It will be over soon.
I know we’ll have our chance to bloom.
Free ourselves in this cold dark room.
Leave the pain, wear a new costume.Run wild filled with hope or buried under the…
It's Easy to Forget Faith When We are Wounded
It’s easy to forget faith
when we are wounded.
Chooses to blame
rather than calculate what’s been evaded.
We cry and lock ourselves from
being persuaded.
Began wearing fake laugh
instead of acceptin…
Walking with no Hope yet Forbidden to Quit
Who am I?
I am you. The one waking up,
wishing it was still midnight.
One who always felt not enough.
Drowned in questions. Felt trapped inside.Most likely wishing I shouldn’t have woken up.
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A Moment Without Sadness and Unwanted Tears
What do you long for?
Daydreams, that would never exist.
Conversations wished to rehear.
Warm hugs that I considered gifts.
Laughs that would never reappear.A moment without sadness
and unwanted tears.
Kita ba ng Tao ang Sugat ng Mundo?
Kita ba ng tao ang sugat ng mundo?
O parang hanging pansin lang pag namaho.
Tulad din ng kamay mong pagod na't hapo.
Ngunit pera lang ang inimis ng garbo.
Ano bang Paki, Mundo'y Piso para sa Itim ang Budhi!
Tamang sabihing gusto mo lang mabuhay,
lang pakialam hangga't di humuhusay.
Kaylangan ba ng unos para bumigay?
Daing at sisihan pag may humandusay.Tapos pagkatapos ay uulit muli,
daig ng yaman ang halaga ng sawi.
It's Okay Even If You Wounded Me
I just feel incomplete from
their worries.
Their stare only shows fake
sympathy.
When it’s just only you
that dare to see,
It’s okay even if you wounded me.
Thorns That Keep Wounding me With Fake Encouragement
Just like those
numbing embrace that silences
my discontentment.
Unnoticeable thorns keep wounding me
with fake encouragements.
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