Utak is a poem written by Cesar Banaag and shared via The Ugly Writers under the theme Just Barely for the month of October. Utak Ako ay may sakit sa utak, Pero hindi naman ako isang baliw, Isa…
We would have regrets. "I hope I did this or that instead." But it is too late now, the time has come, and we would have to go.
Kahit anong mangyari kung puso man ay tapat, bilang ako lamang ay saiyo ay sapat. Kahit anong pagsubok, kahit anong problemang darating habang tayo ay isang milya ang distansya, hawakan natin ang pangakong binitawan sa isa't-isa.
My Breakup Story is written by Earl Matthew Fontillas and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Oh Snap! for the month of August My Breakup Story Among many different things I have tried in my life,…
Why does it so hard to be happy? Why can't we choose what we really want? Why can't we love the one we really love?
Iniwan ako, Iniwan ang kahapong tila panaginip na natapos, Natapos na animo'y bangungot na kung muling maibabalik ay aking nanaising lumisan na lamang,
I picked up all the pieces that were left behind This is definitely not the life that I signed But I would never like to stay in this state Creeping hopelessness, I'll find a way to escape
As the world sleeps, I lie drowning in misery. Hosts of demons strike me, again and again, With swords, maces, and whips.
I want you to be mine, and always just be In your glittering eyes, it is only I that you see But from this slumber, I have been woken And knowing how long I have been so broken
Days passed by and the weariness still had a subtle effect on her. The couple tried their best to keep Hao content but their efforts were to no avail. Constant efforts were made by everyone to keep her spirits up but the consistent regret of leaving them made her feel vacant.
Hell always wants to go to detention just to see Heaven. Although Hell is a pain in the ass, he would always make Heaven smile whenever they meet at the detention.
Over the years people would presume, that she may have moved on and they will often tell her it God's will, that took her child back. But deep-down a storm would be raging sideways in her heart.
Wandering lonely like a fallen leaf of an autumn tree Flowing with the winter breeze
The trick is not to stick with what won’t stick. Life's stories are muddy quarries where worries cloud those under and shroud with their thunder bereft memories like lightning hailing pain for rain.
Kung madali lang sa kanya na i-let go ka, it only meant one thing - hindi sya ang nakatadhana sa'yo.