To Be A Writer Is My Dream
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Zakończone niedz., lip 14, 2013
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Sleeping Pills
Poems I had created whenever I can't sleep.
Just A Random Written Poem
"A drafts or something that comes to my mind turns into a magical word." Hello, Ms. Linda here! I would like to share my poems that I created, intentionally or not. Sometimes I write poems for educational purposes and sometimes I write what is in my mind. It is my way to release the stress and every overthinking I made every day. Take notes everyone! -It is written either in English or in Tagalog/Filipino. -Some of my works does not have a respective titles, because I am not good at making a title on every pieces I have. (I think, it is okay.) -I'm not really good at poetry, so please lessen your expectations to my work. I hope you will read and support it. By the way, if you can see and notice my mistakes here, I am glad to know it all so that I can learn from it. Thank you! Stay Safe and God Bless! Love y'all! ♡♡♡
Spoken Poetry (Tagalog)
Tula para sa mga taong lumuha, tula para sa mga mugtong mata na sa pagiyak ay pagod na, at tula para sa nakaraang nais limutin na. Tula para sa tunay na pagibig, tula para sa mga salitang di masabi ng bibig, at tula para sa mga taong umaasang baka bukas siya ay nasa iyo ng bisig. Tula para sa mga taong mahahalaga, tula na iaalay para sila'y mapasaya, at tula na mananating sila ang bida. Tula para sa bawat istorya, tula na may malalalim na rason kung bakit nailathala, at tula para pulutan ng aral at pag-asa. August 17,2018 #1 Poetry #2 in Spoken Poetry #2 in Poems #2 in Spoken WordsZakończone
Manunula
Higit sa saklaw ng ordinaryong mata.
Tula ni Heysomnia
"Bow."
The Quiet Archive Project
The Quiet Archive Project gathers the words I wrote in quiet hours-prose, poems, sonnets, and sestinas written across the years. Each piece carries a moment I couldn't quite name back then, only feel. Nothing here is perfect. Not everything has answers. But everything is real.
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