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  https://pin.it/6YwPM8J Pen in my hand, words in my heart. A glimmer of love, And dust of hope. In white sheets, I write. A poem not as lovely as a tree. A line about love. A stanza about none. What shall I write? My words do not rhyme. Bulb lights appear, But none still matter. I wrote a poem, just to acknowledge that I write. 

© weheartit Dear younger self, I am your 24 years old self. Not too old, neither too young, but has known the world quite long to understand it. My dear self,  you are at the peak of your youth. You are full of enthusiasm and passion, and I hope that you will treasure this. Because when you are older enough, you'll lose every bit of it. You'll feel lost and unmotivated, but that's okay.  Besides, sometimes it's okay not to be okay. Take your time to find what you have lost even though we only have limited time here on earth. Remember that as long as you are alive, you have as many chances as you can. But my dear self, don't dwell too much on the dark. Find the light. Laugh and Live. Appreciate the sunshine after the rain. Listen to raindrops. It tells you the secrets of the world, and it teaches you how to love. Love even though sometimes it breaks you. Love even though it hurts. Love with a patient and understanding heart. My dear self, it is a marvelous experience...

Women and men are equal partners in the development of the nation. However, genders are pervasively stereotype. We can still hear some women say that the essence of being a women is being a mother, which they probably got from 1997 Miss Universe Sushmita Sen, while men are seen as providers. We are in the 21st century, yet the deep seated norms are still expressed and hand down from generations to generations. Could you believe that there are still some people who believed that women are nurturers, weak and inferior, while men are leaders, strong and superior? When in fact, women can be leaders and men can be nurturers. Gender norms in the past should be cancelled and we should start normalizing equality in gender. We should accept the new conformity that husbands are doing household chores while their wives are working, or men being feminine. Let's eradicate the imbalance in power relations that cause violence against women and girls, because women have a say on their ...

Have you ever wonder how did some couples made it to last long together? How they were able to keep the spark? It's a real big question for us especially in this days that social media plays a huge part in our lives. We often see advices posted on facebook or a thread in twitter about how to handle relationships, how to date, how to keep a man/woman, but are we able to apply it in our relationship or we just share it and have wishful thinking that our relationships will be like that? Being in a relationship is difficult for so many reasons (which obviously, you are aware of!), because it's not just all about love. Oh, the great love! Relationships must also be build with trust, honesty and patience, although these things are hard to earn and to practice, especially nowadays that everyone seems to be broken and shattered. Some people are afraid to trust and to open up. They have built walls higher than the walls of the north, because someone had broken their trust many times, an...

It's raining and so her eyes, wrapping herself with a blanket to warm her grieving heart. Her hands shaking - hoping you'll hold it 'til the end. She whispered in the dark for you to come back, but you are long way gone. She's in the dark again, but you never care. You told her it's nothing - but honey, it's not. Why deny she's in pain? She's asking for your help, but what did you tell her?  "It's not a cry for help, but only seeking attention." So now, blood runs no more in her veins. The blanket she wraps around is soak in red and rust...  It's too late now, she has said her goodbyes.

I am not okay - even how many times you say I will be. You also told me not to overthink, but I wish you have told me instead how not to. You even told me I was not trying hard to be optimistic, but you never know what's it like to be me. You don't know what's it like to have unstable emotions; what it's like to feel to be in the dark and cold, neither the feeling of being lost and empty. I always wish I am like anybody else, whose smiles are genuine, and emanating sunshine. I wish I can walk into the field of flowers without being scared that it might wither when I touch it. You don't know how scared I am to be me. I am scared that any minute I will snap and hurt myself. I am scared to lock myself inside the cabinet just to atone for being me - a disappointment to my family and friends. If only you know how scared I am to be left alone, because I know when I am by myself, I might not be able to see the sky again, for I will repeatedly break my wings.  I never wish ...

I am just a passer by, Not meant to stay, Nor meant to fray. We might have met, But it's never sweet, Nor lovely to repeat. I am not the wind, Nor anything divined, Not even in disguised. Never will you know me, 'cause memories fade, For strangers like me. 

He came so suddenly, Making my heart beats rapidly. He greeted me with a wink, And I fell in love in a blink. He makes jokes that are corny, Yet I find it so funny. He gives the best hugs, While I shower him with kisses. He loves me so deeply, While I love him ever so dearly. He gives me everything, But he is my everything. 

She has written poems, Piercing into their hearts. She tells stories of tragedy, For she has seen it everyday. She paints the world yellow, Thinking hearts will be mellow. She sings out of tuned, mindless of being doomed. She claims the underworld, And loves it as wonderland. She finds comfort in the dark, Yet her soul sparks.

Our story does not start in a queue, Nor in a lovely view. We started in a simple "hi", Then everything feels high. My world is in chaos, But then you bring peace. You have given me love, Love I don't deserve. You have brought sunshine, And keeps the stars near me. You keep the darkness away, And given me the milky way. You showered me with hugs, And planted lots of kisses. You are my savior, though not in shining armor. Our story does not start in a queue, Nor in a lovely view. In a place where there's a pew, I hope our story start anew.

When we are young we are taught that sexual activities (sex) such as kissing, masturbating and anal/vaginal penetration are a big no - no, but as we grow older, we learn that those things are part of our lives. Yet, even as we are old enough to understand it people around us especially parents are cautious to drop the word "sex" or to even talk about it, but why? Because parents are not receptive. According to Popcom - National Capital Region director Lydio Espa ñ ol (as cited from Philstar, 2019) that Filipino parents still refuse to discuss and teach the rudiments of sexuality to their adolescent children, and they are not open in discussing about STI (sexually transmitted infections) HIV/ AIDS, about teenage pregnancy and a stigma with premarital sex. We are already in the age of digital media and people are more knowledgeable and more understanding, yet knowledge about these things are being deprived and ideas about it are labelled as taboo. We had also t...

Peter Pan took my child, And brought him to Neverland. He's one of the lost boys, Keeping an eye on us. I wish to see him happy, Even though I am sleepy. I want to hold his hand, And give him forehead kisses. In my window Tink would knock, In her heels is my lost boy. A smile I would see, And my heart will be filled. Peter Pan take care of my child, Let him think of happy thoughts. Keep him away from Captain Hook, So he won't get hooked and cooked. May my lost boy forgives me, And remembers that I love him. Let the sirens sing my  lullaby, And comfort be given to him. Peter Pan took my child, and brought him to Neverland. He's my lost, lost boy, And I love him dearly.

Her pillow was her witness, For all the tears she shed. Her blanket was her comfort, When she was broken and torn. The walls had been her friend, For they had lent her their ears. The ceiling wished her goodnight, For it's the least it can do. Her room was her haven, But her life was never a heaven. She only wished to be dead, But even Death had forsaken her.

She painted her nails black as she prepares for her death, and wore her favorite black dress. She combed her short hair one last time and put on her favorite perfume. She watched herself in the mirror as she forces a smile into her lips. This will be the last time, she had told herself and everything will be okay. She left her bed unkempt, and windows wide open. She closed the door behind and headed downstairs to meet her mourners. They took her hand, but they didn't see the look on her eyes. She had whispered goodbye, but they only bid her farewell as if she will return. In her lips was the word sorry that she would never utter again. For the day when the leaves fall on the ground, was the day that she had left this world.  

There are voices in her head, Whispering she'll be dead. She painted her roses black, For she's never going back. She hummed a lullaby, A gift for her goodbye. She cut the cord; now, she's numb and cold.

It all happened in September, But not under the purple sky. In an app where you swipe right. She sought love and they matched. She received a simple "hi" And she responded with a hey. Another night has passed, and she thought it would end. Their conversations continuously flow, But her walls also grow. She didn't want to write about him, Yet she had already wrote a poem. She knew she would disappear, Yet, her expectations were violated. He had given her assurance, but she's still scared and unsure. She asked when he'd be gone, but the question was returned to her. Tears ran down her cheeks, And she wept until dusk. She was so scared to be left, But she was more scared to be hurt. She wished she hadn't continued, she wished they hadn't matched. She wished they hadn't talked, She wished they hadn't met. Now she's alone with a pen, creating another art.

She walks down the aisle, Wearing black and without a smile. Flowers do not bloom that time, And in the dark the dead rise. Her eyes were red, and her lips were violet. She wished to wake, But she's chained to a bed. Her cries drowned the night. And the stars mourned for her. Six feet underground she lies, With flowers in her feet. One last kiss she received, And she is forever forgotten.

She lied in bed, Waiting for sleep. Yet, it was sadness who came, Bringing tears in her eyes. She asked why? But there was only silence, Making it a lot worse. She wished comfort would come, But instead loneliness approached.

The rain is singing our song, A melody that I cannot forget. In late September night, I have found you with a light. You always give me warmth, When the days are very cold. Your touch gives me comfort, In the midst of a great storm. When my life is gray, You bring the bluest sky. You keep me on my feet, Though I am falling apart. When the clouds stop rolling in, My love for you won't change, For you are my world, And I'll be forever yours.                                                       ~dhahab 🌙️

Rhum we have drunk, At the roof top in the dark. We watched a movie, Where the lead is not us. At 3 am you ask questions, But I never answered. In the break of dawn, Both of us yawn. Sleepy we are, Yet we stayed awake. Then we kissed in the dark, And I know we are just drunk. Time passed by, And we are still this way. Until lately you have called, And said I'm your dear friend.