Poems and Some Metaphors
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Last published Tue, Jul 21, 2020
At the age of 21, I found the love of my life. Here, are the words I jumbled together, that can somehow in some ways, describe what I feel.
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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.
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.'
POETRY COLLECTION
Compilation of poems I made and posted on my Fb account.Complete
Crush ko si Teacher
Handa kong ipagsigawan na ikaw ang nakapagbago sa buhay ko Hindi ka man naniniwala pero ito ang totoo Estado man natin sa buhay ay mag-kaiba Ikaw lang ang laman nitong puso kahit Ito ay buksan mo pa --Jairo-- Salamat at tinanggap mo ang aking pagkatao Akala ako kasi ay ikaw ay nagbabalatkayo Nang pinadama mo ang pag-ibig mo, pananaw ko ay nagbago May magmamahal pa pala sa isang tulad ko. --Tricia--Complete
CANDLE
I didn't expect anything when I whispered into the dark. I didn't even believe someone was listening. But I begged anyway- "Take this pain away." I was tired. Lost. Empty. A hollow shell carrying everyone's weight but my own. Until she came. She wasn't loud. She didn't try to fix me. She just stayed. And for the first time, I felt seen. This is the story of how a lost soul met the light. How pain turned into poetry. And how maybe, just maybe... even someone like me could be found.![Our Fate [OUR SERIES #2]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/308289057-256-k674440.jpg)
Our Fate [OUR SERIES #2]
Hating people and making them hate me is what I do. It doesn't matter if I did it intentionally or not. For years, I have been living my life giving disappointment, hatred, and putting those people's lives in danger. I don't care because that's how they made me feel. But why am I conscious of what you think about me? Why do I feel the need to obey, respect and make you think that I am a good person? What power do you think you hold? And who do you think you are? Eventually, feelings grew, mine became love that I want to keep for eternity. We both tried our best to fight for the love that we think we deserve. We both promised ourselves to conquer the waves and climb mountains to reach the hands of the person that we love. We strive hard to protect the string, and to not let anyone or anything cut them. We were so desperate that we forgot it wasn't just the string that connects us. It was also our love, our souls and our fate. Our love was so deep that if one tries to touch it, they drown. Our souls were so intertwined that we became one till death. And our fate was cursed... that we ended like this... Did fate really play with us? Or it just puts us in a place where no one could drown in our love and to break the curse? Status: Completed. Date Started: July 23, 2022 Date Completed: September 8, 2023 SkyyryuComplete
A Cold Day in July
With music, I feel alive. In every lyric, I can express what I feel. In every rhythm, I can show what I know. But I didn't expect that music can also connect people's hearts. Music crossed our path. We're just playing along with the rhythm and the lyrics not until I need to stop to save myself because as long as we're enjoying it, the lyrics are getting complicated to the point that I can't understand it anymore.Complete
Kathang Isip (COMPLETED)
hawakan mo ang aking kamay at ako'y samahan sa paglalakbay sabay na dadamhin ang pantasya tatakasan ang reyalidad at pait nitong dala Hawakan mo ang aking kamay halina't takasan ang lungkot nitong buhay sa pantasyang ito'y magbibigay kulay ang magkaibang mundo'y gagawan ng tulay hawakan mo ang aking kamay at wag ka ng bumitaw pa pipiliin kong magbulagbulagan makapiling ka lamang kahit masakit na sa tuwing akoy pipikit ay ramdam pa rin ang pait ng katotohanan na ako'y iyong iniwan.Complete
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.Complete
The richgirl's playmate
Why am I feeling this? This is all for money. Money that I thought that will save me from my heavy nightmares. But I just found myself laying next to her. Lying to myself. I found an Angel , but what if i am the d3vil that will drag her to my h3ll like world? The moment I laid my eyes on her. I am captivated. But should I feel this way? I am nothing to her. I am not a lover. I am not even a friend. But something shot my heart. Not using an arrow. But it feels like a bomb. I am just her playmate. Out of money , and out of contract. Secret , Li3s and B3trayals. Can i survive to this game? She's the game that i'm willing to play. No matter if win or loose. " So , are you willing to play my game?" she smirked. I am the rich girl's playmate.Complete
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.
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