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I am happy, But I end up crying. Broken like a shattered glass, And scattered as pieces of papers. My feelings grew like flowers in the spring, But yours withered like in the fall. A promise of a thousand years, But not a word is kept. What have you done? Why have you forsaken this love? Even if the time pass. Wounds won't still be healed. It is a cliche, I speak of broken love. Let the world fall apart, And mourn with my tragedy.

I got thousand of friends, But I can count them in a hand. I got few foes, But a hand is not enough. Fallible notes come from my friends' lips, And truth they behold. My enemies lend me a shoulder, And never stab me at my back. Friends, they call themselves, But Liars as I call them. Enemies, they admitted, But Friends as I treated. When tears tumble down my cheeks, My foes weep with me. When I am down and cannot stand, My friends walk away. Enemies can be friends, But friends itself, do not trust!

I am blind, For I see no good. I am mute, For I speak no truth. I am deaf, For I hear no right. I am numb, For I feel no joy or sorrow. There's no room for sympathy, Or for pity. I am a heartless creature, For I crash them by my hands. I bring them to their grave, Giving them justice they deserve. I put thorns, So no one can cross. Only I can tell who may pass, For I rule this world. Souls dwell in my home, But not for too long. I am more than Hades, For he's even afraid of me.

I kept on running, And you kept on chasing. It's like a never ending story, And it's not so lovely. I walked half of the way, And ran the rest of the road. It's a nightmare, And I wanted to wake. I heard a gunshot, And then I saw blood on my shirt. "Why?" I asked. But you didn't answer. It's more than a knife, that slashed my tongue. It's more than a whip, That hit my eyes. It's more than anything, And it's killing me. I know that this is my end, And you're already satisfied. Because my death, Will be your happiness.

Poems are not in my line, But I write for your sake. Hoping you'll appreciate, My written works of love. The music I play, Is never been easy. For you to understand, 'Cause melody's difficult to find. The photos I take, Is a work of my love. That captures the light, That makes my world bright. Nothing's impossible. For those who love. Everything's a dream come true, For those who believe.

Death knocks on my door, And I let him in. He sits on my bed, And asks me to lie down. I want to ask him why, But I cannot utter any words. He asks me to close my eyes, And I obey whole heartedly. He sings me a lullaby, Which isn't familiar. He cuddles me in his arms, And it is too lovely. I feel safe, but he is death, And I am with him.

Two years ago, you had called my name. In the dark, there you stood and smiled. A year ago, you had called my name. Across the street, there you sat and smiled. I'm in the present, but still looking at the past. I looked back at those days, and asked what happened to us. Twist and turn of events happen, And bring us together again. You said you'd missed me, but should I believe? You said I'm the one who changed your life, but you also changed mine. All those sweet words that you told me, still lingers in my head and I cannot forget it. I want you to be with me, But am I making the right decision? I'm getting scared, scared like a kid. I'm afraid to have a wound, A wound that cannot be healed. So if I make the wrong decision, And then I'll end up alone. Two years ago, you called my name, In the dark, there you stood and smiled. Ayear ago, you called my name, Across the street, there you sat and smiled.

Before I became a Broadcast Communication student, I didn’t mind radio that much for I was a cartoon fanatic and a bookworm at the same time who’s always at the corner of my room with my nose on a book, but suddenly everything changed since our TV collapsed from working for us. Wherever my mom would wake up, she would plug the radio and turned it on, and I would wake up irritated with all the applause and laughter I heard from the background. The voices of the DJs or the announcer annoyed me so I would insist my mom to turn it off, but since she’s my mom she always won that’s why I had to live with it and everyday it felt like hell, but all of a sudden I got used to it. I started to appreciate it, and it was like miracle. Every day I would turn it on and tuned in to my favorite FM radio channel. My mom was confused why all of a sudden I changed and then during my senior year in high school, I was so clueless about what course I would choose in college, so I just clicked on whatever c...

With the help of a dot, everything can be created. But in our case, it all started in a line. Under the purple sky, we stand next to each other. You look like Claude, and I look like no one. I don't know if it is fate, for us to be in the same vehicle. I wish for your smile, but I get none. There's something that attracts me, but I don't know if it's your smile. It's either your eyes or your stare, that makes me feeble. If ever we'll meet again, I want to have a conversation. And that conversation, will always be my greatest possession. I'll never forget your smile, your eyes, not even your face, because it is something worth than a treasure.       <3 I am so grateful to the person who inspire me to write this poem though it isn't that great.

I grow up watching news and sometimes I wonder why the news they are reporting are heinous, just then after a long long years of wondering it is answered. My professor in radio performance told us, that news are based on people's demands and to sell, not because people wanted to know about what's really happening in this world.  He's a radio announcer and a news reporter in a popular network. At first I thought that maybe he's just misleading us, but hello why would he do that. He said that he wants us to be a good journalist, that's why he's telling us that. People watched news not to satisfy their curiosity, but to be entertained. They want news to be catchy, they don't like good news, who would be interested anyway if two men reconcile after a fight? No one. That's why journalist and media practitioner take news that are odd, sensational and exaggerated, because that's what sells and that's what people like, so he told us that if ever we made...

It has been ten months since I graduated from high school and it has been eight months since I turned college, but though months has passed I'm still not over about the things I used to do while in high school and I still miss those people I spent most of my time in the bench at our school especially my soul sister Dian. Dianarra Alcantara is her full name and I've been friends with her since we are sophomore, but we got closer while in junior year. I thought she's just like everybody else, a great pretender but she's so different, she's crazy and freaking talented. Dian and I share a lot of things, even guys! but it never becomes a problem to us, she has lots of things in my mind, that makes her a little undecided, but I love her the way she is. Dian and I loves to have the same thing, we're like an identical twins. Same dress during prom. same accessories, same shoes, same hair clips and even journals, we love having the same things or should I say I love...

I can't call our home, a home. It is just a house with five people living under it, because there's no LOVE at all that makes a home. In our house LOVE is always absent, there's fear, envy, doubt and misery. Love never exist in our home, not once. My brother and his wife always fight, and I try to ignore it, everyday of my life as if I am blind, mute and deaf, but still it affects me, it left a wound in my heart. A wound that would never heal. I've seen everything in our house, I see everything pass by me, it feels that everything's moving so fast while I am stuck in the moment, perhaps that wound which is now a scar made a change in my life. I am this girl with full of bitterness, but I still cry because I'm still hurt and it seizes into my veins, for some reason it can't be healed. It cold not be fixed. I would always be this girl even though how hard I try. Tears can't wash it away anymore because every second of my life, I'm being killed.