Oftentimes, We Wish to Go Back as Were Drowned By Pressures
When everyone was forced to change,
there were some who managed to remember.
Slowly, we lose time and aged,
forced to miss out some of the adventures.Oftentimes, we wish to go back,
as most were drowned by pressures.…
Run Wild Filled With Hope or Buried Under the Tomb
Want to talk?
I’m fine. It will be over soon.
I know we’ll have our chance to bloom.
Free ourselves in this cold dark room.
Leave the pain, wear a new costume.Run wild filled with hope or buried under the…
It's Easy to Forget Faith When We are Wounded
It’s easy to forget faith
when we are wounded.
Chooses to blame
rather than calculate what’s been evaded.
We cry and lock ourselves from
being persuaded.
Began wearing fake laugh
instead of acceptin…
Walking with no Hope yet Forbidden to Quit
Who am I?
I am you. The one waking up,
wishing it was still midnight.
One who always felt not enough.
Drowned in questions. Felt trapped inside.Most likely wishing I shouldn’t have woken up.
A Moment Without Sadness and Unwanted Tears
What do you long for?
Daydreams, that would never exist.
Conversations wished to rehear.
Warm hugs that I considered gifts.
Laughs that would never reappear.A moment without sadness
and unwanted tears.
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Kita ba ng Tao ang Sugat ng Mundo?
Kita ba ng tao ang sugat ng mundo?
O parang hanging pansin lang pag namaho.
Tulad din ng kamay mong pagod na't hapo.
Ngunit pera lang ang inimis ng garbo.
Ano bang Paki, Mundo'y Piso para sa Itim ang Budhi!
Tamang sabihing gusto mo lang mabuhay,
lang pakialam hangga't di humuhusay.
Kaylangan ba ng unos para bumigay?
Daing at sisihan pag may humandusay.Tapos pagkatapos ay uulit muli,
daig ng yaman ang halaga ng sawi.
Mapalad Kayong Mayroong Mapagmahal na mga Magulang
Ikalawa…
Huwag mo silang sigawan,
dahil lamang sa kanilang pagkukulang.
May hapdi sa kalooban,
ngunit nakangiti ka pang pagbibigyan.Mapalad kayong mayroong
mapagmahal na mga magulang.
It's Okay Even If You Wounded Me
I just feel incomplete from
their worries.
Their stare only shows fake
sympathy.
When it’s just only you
that dare to see,
It’s okay even if you wounded me.
Thorns That Keep Wounding me With Fake Encouragement
Just like those
numbing embrace that silences
my discontentment.
Unnoticeable thorns keep wounding me
with fake encouragements.
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