Spoken Word Poetry
- LECTURES 41
- Votes 1
- Chapitres 3
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture
Dernière publication mer., sept. 13, 2017
I want to express my feelings in this way. I want to express the way I hurt. -Spoken word poetry
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Words I never Tell
At some point in my life, I choose to let go of her. And not because I stopped loving her, but because I had reached the point that I was drained and can no longer continue fighting for her when all she gives me in return is pain. It's not about asking to get my feelings reciprocated, I just realized that I deserve the same amount of love that I am giving. And it hurts to know that when I decided to let go, she didn't hold my hand to keep holding on. She never tried to fight for her place in my heart. -Hariette I'm not afraid of love. I am afraid to feel the pain. That's why I keep pushing you away. It's tiring. But I'm afraid that I will never heal and be whole again. Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you." -Candice Love turned to loved. Saying first hello's to saying goodbyes. I love you to I miss you. Promises turned into sorry. Love isn't fair you know? What we have is more than that. Ours may not be normal. But isn't this what everyone wants? Stable and secure relationship. I love you and you love me. We trust each other like no one else can. There will be no pain in our kind of love. -AllistonTerminé
YuanFen
What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'![How Destiny Unravels [GxG] [INTERSEX] [TEACHER × STUDENT]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/270861801-256-k114489.jpg)
How Destiny Unravels [GxG] [INTERSEX] [TEACHER × STUDENT]
[TAGLISH/TAGALOG] Love, they say, is a trial by fire, a treacherous journey through the eye of a needle. It demands acceptance of flaws, resilience in the face of pain, and a grim acknowledgment of impermanence. But what if fate orchestrates a cruel dance, bringing two souls together, tearing them apart, and then reuniting them, only to destroy them again? Can love endure such relentless assault? Can one person bear the weight of a relationship seemingly destined for ruin? In the tangled web of their connection, they both row tirelessly, unknowingly navigating the same turbulent sea. Each, consumed by their own perceived suffering, fails to see the other's silent struggle. Trust, once a bedrock, is shattered by the sharp edges of hurtful words and relentless judgment. How can love survive in a world that seems to devalue its very existence? Can they bridge the chasm of their misunderstandings and rediscover the shared strength that lies beneath their individual pain, or will their love succumb to the relentless forces that threaten to tear them apart?Terminé
Can You See My Heart? (Pontevedra Series #4)
Healing is such a long process to do. You will start to ask why things didn't turn out the way you wanted. You will start to ask when did the things start to go wrong. You will start to ask what will you do to get up and how will you complete yourself again. There are so many questions in life that you will start to seek for answers whenever you are on this process. I, honestly, don't know what happened to my life. I am rich. I have everything that I need in my life. But, why did I end up this way? Why did I end up being the most pathetic and broken person that I've ever known? All I want is just a pure love- a true love. A love that will be with me for the rest of my life. All I want is just that simple thing... But why can't I have it? Love is scary. The first and last time that I experienced it, I broke myself; I lost myself in the midst of loving someone. That's why I told myself that I won't ever take a risk again when it comes to love. I will never love anyone again. I will never open my heart again to anyone. But what if I'll meet the man that will help me to open my heart? The man that will show me how does true love really feels like? Am I going to take risk? Am I going to open my heart for him? Or I'll just keep myself a prisoner of my own past? Can I really trust him? Or he's just another walking nightmare? That's why I asked him if he can see my broken heart?Terminé
If Only (Rainbow Series #1)
Rainbow Series #1 This story is all about acceptance. Accepting that there are things we can't control... one of that is falling in love with the same gender :) --- For two people, the world keeps tearing apart. Is the love they have enough to fight? Is it enough for all the sacrifices, all the pain, all the tears? If only things are different, if gender will never be the basis of love, and if the world will not revolve around discrimination. Only then, true happiness may be attained. Bea couldn't helped thinking what if she's a boy? She swears she'll be a better man. What if she could want what her heart is telling her? What if she's free to love anyone? What if it's not considered a sin to love someone the same gender as she is? But these are just series of what ifs that are all wishful thinking. Siya si Beatriz Carilaisle Sandoval, babae, at nagmamahal ng babae.Terminé
Honne; Tatemae
"No! Stop!" I could see her fading silhouette. She keeps on walking away just like the way I dreamt of her every night. 'No! Please don't walk away. I need to see your face. I need to know your name. I need to find you.' But I know that it wasn't enough. If there's anything that she's good at, it is into dodging people away. "Please!?" I almost beg. "I need to see you. Just stop." I keep on running and chasing after her. But like in every dreams, she kept on slowly fading away. And I could feel the same emptiness within whenever I've dreamt of this. It starts with her fading hands. Like a human form that's painfully breaking into tiny crystallized pieces that's scattered into thin air, she's dissolving in an incredibly fast-paced. "No. Please don't!" I could feel the tears that's running down on my cheeks as I try to grab her fading hand. "No! No!" As if there's a heavy rock on my chest, my breath starts to heave. I could feel the hollow emptiness within and the contradictory feeling of being crushed beneath.Terminé
FROM FRIENDS TO LOVERS (AND BEYOND)
There are moments in life so small, so ordinary, that you barely notice when everything changes. A glance held a little too long. A laugh that feels different in your chest. A touch that lingers. She became my best friend, my constant. Late-night calls, endless adventures, secrets whispered into the dark. It was always easy with her, natural. Safe. But somewhere between laughter and promises, something shifted. I didn't know it at first-not really. I just knew that when she smiled, it felt like the sun had chosen me. That when she cried, it hurt more than my own heartbreaks. That when she was near, the world made a little more sense. This is the story of how we found each other-not as we were, but as we were meant to be. From friends, to lovers, and somewhere even deeper than that. Because sometimes, the greatest love stories start with a simple truth: it was always you.
Wave's Short Stories
Wattpad writing contests entries I've written from 2014 up to the present time...Terminé
At some point in my life, I choose to let go of her. And not because I stopped loving her, but because I had reached the point that I was drained and can no longer continue fighting for her when all she gives me in return is pain. It's not about asking to get my feelings reciprocated, I just realized that I deserve the same amount of love that I am giving. And it hurts to know that when I decided to let go, she didn't hold my hand to keep holding on. She never tried to fight for her place in my heart. -Hariette I'm not afraid of love. I am afraid to feel the pain. That's why I keep pushing you away. It's tiring. But I'm afraid that I will never heal and be whole again. Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you." -Candice Love turned to loved. Saying first hello's to saying goodbyes. I love you to I miss you. Promises turned into sorry. Love isn't fair you know? What we have is more than that. Ours may not be normal. But isn't this what everyone wants? Stable and secure relationship. I love you and you love me. We trust each other like no one else can. There will be no pain in our kind of love. -Alliston
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