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^ Astig ng mga nakapag-compose na ng magandang kanta or tula. Mga alagad ng sining! Bravo!
Quote from: elmer0224 on November 19, 2012, 07:33:23 AM^ Astig ng mga nakapag-compose na ng magandang kanta or tula. Mga alagad ng sining! Bravo!cnu pong tinutukoy nyo kua..
Quote from: mang juan on January 24, 2012, 03:18:34 PMAng ganda ng quote nato. pinost ko agad sa wall ng fb ko. haha
Melancholic Thoughts on Random ShitsSuffering from depression and anxietyA never ending slave for the act of MelancholiaFalling from an eternal pitLiving a life of all despairLife keeps fornicating my behindBattered, slapped ’til the bloom of roseStabbed with a knife to the heart, back and forthCry of pity and sadness, of pain and sorrow heard from beyondA life non-cyclic but and ever changing nightmareA nightmare without a heroA nightmare… only I am in distressA nightmare where everyone’s a villainA poem for random shitsYet, all I can see is my life equatedA weird mind the author has,A stupid act the author did.
Sorry for my grammar lapses because at the time, I was still in 4th year high school. I know nothing about subject-verb agreement cause I was the typical laid-back student. MOONIt is dusk, the sky turning blackAnd the sun is sinking, while the moon waits to riseHe is having fun, while she sits alone;Afraid, Frightened, TroubledAnd as the darkness comes, they see the shining moon He leaves the house, she packs her thingsHe walks straight, she sighs with painHe sees the moon, she waves at itAnd at that moment,They exchanged smiles for the last time Sitting on a bench, he started to recallTheir high school days, friendship days, and enemy daysBut whatever days it were, for him, it was a treasureA treasure he would keep for all of his lifeA treasure he will bury to the depths of his soul While staring at the moon, he begin to cryTeardrops fall in countless, infinite numbersAnd by looking at the moon, he realizedIt was teardrops of regrets; regrets for letting her goOr maybe regrets for being so fool and weak to let her fly so far away His teardrops never stop, he wonderedHe then thinks of their happy days - him, her, all of themHappy days, sad days, good days and bad daysAnd so he swear, he promise, he vow What swear? What promise? What vow?He swore he will never leave her and themHe promise he will make her and them happyAnd he vowed that only her and them will be his only friendsNo other friends, no close friends, no special friends, NO GIRLFRIEND; just themAnd the moon, shining the vastness of the dark, is his witness Now he wipes his tears, blows off his noseHe stands, he walks, he smilesAnd it is only for her and themFor she will be leaving, he will waitTwo years, three years, five years, ten yearsBut no matter how many years it will beNo matter how dark the night isHe and she will just watch it, and enjoy it, and make fun of itBecause after the long nightThere is dawn, there is light, there is day For now, when the night is just comingAnd the moon starts shiningBoth of them, even in separate worlds,Will see its beautiful light,And wait for the sun to rise - AGAIN
Quote from: sayonara on December 31, 2012, 02:08:45 PMSorry for my grammar lapses because at the time, I was still in 4th year high school. I know nothing about subject-verb agreement cause I was the typical laid-back student. MOONIt is dusk, the sky turning blackAnd the sun is sinking, while the moon waits to riseHe is having fun, while she sits alone;Afraid, Frightened, TroubledAnd as the darkness comes, they see the shining moon He leaves the house, she packs her thingsHe walks straight, she sighs with painHe sees the moon, she waves at itAnd at that moment,They exchanged smiles for the last time Sitting on a bench, he started to recallTheir high school days, friendship days, and enemy daysBut whatever days it were, for him, it was a treasureA treasure he would keep for all of his lifeA treasure he will bury to the depths of his soul While staring at the moon, he begin to cryTeardrops fall in countless, infinite numbersAnd by looking at the moon, he realizedIt was teardrops of regrets; regrets for letting her goOr maybe regrets for being so fool and weak to let her fly so far away His teardrops never stop, he wonderedHe then thinks of their happy days - him, her, all of themHappy days, sad days, good days and bad daysAnd so he swear, he promise, he vow What swear? What promise? What vow?He swore he will never leave her and themHe promise he will make her and them happyAnd he vowed that only her and them will be his only friendsNo other friends, no close friends, no special friends, NO GIRLFRIEND; just themAnd the moon, shining the vastness of the dark, is his witness Now he wipes his tears, blows off his noseHe stands, he walks, he smilesAnd it is only for her and themFor she will be leaving, he will waitTwo years, three years, five years, ten yearsBut no matter how many years it will beNo matter how dark the night isHe and she will just watch it, and enjoy it, and make fun of itBecause after the long nightThere is dawn, there is light, there is day For now, when the night is just comingAnd the moon starts shiningBoth of them, even in separate worlds,Will see its beautiful light,And wait for the sun to rise - AGAINthis is nice....moving and a reflective story of ones unforgettable experience...