Kulang pa ba?
Kulang pa ba?
Ang mga oras nating pinagsamahan
Mga pinuno ng ligaya
upang maniwala ka sa pagmamahalan?
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Kulang pa ba?
Mga dasal natin sa Diyos,
mga nilikha nating pangarap sa mga tala
upang maniwalang pag magkasama’y lahat maaayos?
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Kulang pa ba?
Ang mga yakap nating sa oras’y nagpapahinto
mga tawagan sa paglalim ng gabi
upang maniwala kang naririto lang ako?
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Kulang pa ba?
Mga luha kong ikaw ang nagpatulo
mga sugat na ikaw ang lumatay
upang matutuhan akong mahalin?
Just remember; someone loves everything you hate about yourself.
- Frank Ocean (via fluffynips)
Love a poet.
For a poet unlocks the wonders of the unknown.
What no normal mind has ever conceived,
And no normal eye has ever seen,
And no normal lips have ever spoken.
Love a poet for the courage of even writing.
For not everyone can write.
Not everyone will interweave bravery and passion
To create a masterpiece.
A masterpiece that invites even the darlings of the night for a peep.
Love a poet for his/her ability to touch the very core of a soul
With nothing else but words.
Imagine just how a poet makes something simple so beautiful.
So majestic.
Love a poet for his/her heart.
It is the strongest among all.
It holds all pain.
It carries the roaring waves of yesterday,
and the approaching gale of tomorrow.
Yet despite of everything,
it didn’t choose to hurt others.
it didn’t choose to utter the flaming words.
A poet’s heart chose to love.
It chose to write.
“She’s a master of words, but the words are her masters.”
A writer’s words might be powerful enough to trigger your emotions and put you to confusion. Her words might make you cry, or laugh. She can twist your beliefs in just a matter of time and leave you hanging as if she did nothing. Her…
Omg. This.
Will be making a new playlist for my tumblr. Yey me. I am so productive
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tell me bout urself ;)
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AnonymousA maiden who seeks to hide in the lucent arms of the sun. I am NUMBER 11—a survivor from the Lorien wars who aims to find the other survivors before the Magadorians do. A tribute from District 12 who is to enter the hell gates of Hunger Games once more, and hopefully, not the last, on the upcoming quarter quell. I am the 15th reincarnation of Lucinda Price, the fallen angel, who would finally put an end to Lucifer’s curse. A daughter of Poseidon who stays alone in Cabin 3 of Camp Half-Blood whenever Tyson and Percy weren’t around to help withstand the brats of our goddess, Athena. I am, indeed, the muse behind Shakespeare’s sonnets. (EXCEPT Sonnet 130) My love story has won the “BEST TRAGEDY AWARD” written by fate. And yes, Jesus doesn’t only have 12 disciples.I am the 13th.
HEH. Kidding. Dear anon, please elaborate. I am not sure of how to answer. :DDDD
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Your arms.
Your arms bring me into the deepest wonders,
to the unknown.
to the infinity of infinities.
A journey, one may say.
The only labyrinth where one craves to stay.
Not because she is lost.
But because she is found
By your tight embrace…
—where I am welcomed.
They make me reminisce the forgotten.
They make me feel the warmth,
the warmth of yesterday.
The warmth I chose to leave behind.
The warmth you clothed me with.
Your arms, there’s something cherished within.
Is it your soul?
Or maybe your heart?
That brings magic into that hold.
Into your arms, ah! Yes, in your arms.
There I shall find my home.
Maybe a poem.
Could heal your scars.
Maybe the words you’d write
could diminish the pain.
The pain that no tear could explain.
The pain that no embrace could heal.
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Maybe a poem.
Could bring you to the nightsky.
Leaving behind the shadows of yesterday.
And into the darlings of the…
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The Story of a Bibliophile
Lyneree Wly Montero | A maiden who seeks to hide in the lucent arms of the sun. She is NUMBER 11--a survivor from the Lorien wars who aims to find the other survivors before the Magadorians do. A tribute from District 12 who is to enter the hell gates of Hunger Games once more, and hopefully, not the last, on the upcoming quarter quell. She is the 15th reincarnation of Lucinda Price, the fallen angel, who would finally put an end to Lucifer's curse. A daughter of Poseidon who stays alone in Cabin 3 of Camp Half-Blood whenever Tyson and Percy weren't around to help withstand the brats of our goddess, Athena. She is, indeed, the muse behind Shakespeare's sonnets. (EXCEPT Sonnet 130) Her love life once won the "Best Tragedy Award" written by fate. She writes because she has nothing to say. And yes, Jesus doesn't only have 12 disciples. She is the 13th. ~K3♥
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