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suicidals made to die
angels have wings to fly
evil, does it cry?
blood flows..goodbye
lovers made to kiss
a vow, one suddenly miss
regret was there the least
confused with ruined wrist
she pleads for his heart
he stood miles apart
hands tied in art
crashes to the start
she flies so high today
he runs to block her way
stuck, powerless to sway
he grabs with manners astray
she gave up dreams
he listed her with grieves
she was wasn't made for tears
he was always there for her fears
she froze alone bleeding
he longs for her loving
to late for his bidding
she was gone, life's missing

"goodbye my love so blue
would you forgive me before life's due?
im ending with a saying, i made for you
Death for lovers and suicidals are done when one finds a love so true and my love it is my only you"

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living with eyes slowly closing
hands lean like the monument
colors of the sky so depressing
illuminated by her dark lament
growing with limited information
mind with too much space
a girl reaching for a dislocation
running, running within this dead end maze

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THE LONG SLEEVES

♠♣♥♦

The night I pulled my sleeves long
and put myself to tears
just to get my eyes closed for a while
was never intended. 

♠♣♥♦

It was the discovery of the tablets
that never can kill.
It was the invention of his red ink
that fills the sketches
on our own dress. 

♠♣♥♦

The night filled my neck with stains
made by the strings that used to echo
as I listen to the mellow tune
of his lament.

 

 

 

My wish was never a hope in a prayer.
It was the red house,
with its red car,
and its pale master
that suffocates my burning arm.

♠♣♥♦

The night I pulled my eyes shut,
was never disturbed.
It was medicated to spoil itself

♠♣♥♦

And the night I pulled my sleeves long
was the night I knew
that I fell to a dream
that was never perfect.
It was normal,
but unforgiving

It was the price of the sadist life
that had just begun. ♥♥♥

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sitting in this abandoned corner
i think of nothing but you
now, is it forever?
i'm stranded in this blue
nothing's i held today
tomorrow can i feel you?
as this life fades away
one last time let me hear you
sing our song of rebellion
sing the song of truth
hear my dying nation
let me bleed the youth

counter lullaby [nung 4thyr. HS pa po ito]

I always write poems for suicidals, never knowing that I will find myself in my own letters. I’ve always been the tough one in everything, never knowing that I will find myself lying in a corner, drowning in my own tears and blood lets of red rain.

 As my silhouette roam around these halls, many said that I’ve always lived in fantasy. The truth was the opposite. My shadow is only a façade of who I really am for I was drowned even in my own eyes and no one can reach me even him.

 Late afternoon, one night, near sunset, I tried to end whisper of voices in my head. I was so confused. I never thought that it’ll be over. Then, he held me close and put me to sleep. As I close my eyes and loose my sanity, my paradise started to bring light and in reality it will never be.

 The clock rang early morn. I was alone again. I started to think. I started to cry then I understand that life is never made perfect. If this is my path then I shall take it. No matter what will happen, I will never again lose faith in that

Man.

 From this, I learned without books, the meaning of love and the meaning of myself. I learned that dreams are only dreams. They aren’t real. Poems are only poems. They are words to inspire and to satisfy. And suicidals are suicidals made to lose life but I stand for them, knowing the insides of one. But now, I learned a lot.

 Though yesterday he left me and tomorrow he’ll be gone, I’ve realized that death is never an answer for any problem. For today, he holds me tight and though I can’t breathe I won’t ever let go. For I learned that death is made for those who has no heart at all because it is given away to the one she loved most.

 Through this I say that I fear no death for I’ve found what I’ve lived for and this is what I call my “counter lullaby”.

wala plang word na suicidals hehehehe