Kathang Isip
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Pro dospěléDokončeno pát, bře 20, 2020
A free verse poetry about the guy that i love but doesn't exist .
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Spoken Poetry
Hi sa lahat ng gustong magbasa ng spoken poetry ay basahin niyo ang librong ito :) hindi po sa akin lahat ang mga poetry na nandito... :) ilalagay ko lang po ito dahil sa dare ng kaibigan ko :) may mga pangalan naman na inilagay ko para malaman niyong kaninong poetry ang mababasa niyo :) P.S. sa lahat ng gustong magmessage sa akin ng mga kanilang Spoken Poetry pm me :) #38 in Poetry [July 13, 2017] #57 in Poetry [July 23,2017] #5 in Spoken (feb. 22, 2019)
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Not everything here is pretty. Some pages sound like overthinking at 2 a.m. Others feel like conversations that never happened, or things that should've been said but weren't. There are doubts, small resentments, sudden realizations-nothing polished, nothing trying too hard to make sense. 'There's A Field of Stardust Inside You' is just that: thoughts as they come. Unfiltered, sometimes repetitive, sometimes too honest. It doesn't try to fix anything. It just sits with it: the confusion, the wanting, the quiet in-between moments people don't usually talk about. Because being human isn't always poetic. Sometimes it's just thinking too much and learning to live with it anyway.
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