#buttom poetry

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Dear Crush,

No matter how hard my life goes thinking about you always make me giggle like a happy child do

No matter what's wrong in my life seeing you smile blurs all the pain and put a smile on my face

I don't know since when I started feeling all these butterflies whenever I see you smile..My heart beats like a roller coaster sliding down from the highest peak whenever you're around.. I don't how to say but I always dream about you being mine.. It's not like do din ka pyar and all cause I believe in old school love..maybe I can't have you but the place you've got in my heart is irreplaceable cause you're the first guy I truly admire and adore from the buttom of heart and honestly I've never been so obsessed oh sorry I've never admire or loved someone like this..I may sound clingy or you may dislike me but I don't care as long as I am not faking my words cause they're coming from the bottom of my heart..It will be unfair for me to describe my love and  admires for you just in some simple word when I could have written hundreds of love poetries for you with love confession in every phase..

- Soumya 𔘓⁩

[jprizal]

Educational Background

Rizal’s first teachers:

1. Dona Teodora 

Rizal's mother, Dona, was kind, diligent, and understanding.

She discovered that her son had a talent for poetry.

She encouraged him to write poems.

2. Private Tutors of Rizal

Maestro Celestino

Maestro Lucas

Leon Monroy

Rizal goes to Binan, Laguna:

June, 1869 Rizal left for Binan

Was accompanied by Paciano his older brother

He was taught by Maestro Justiniano

In academic studies, Rizal beat all Binan boys

He surpassed them all in Spanish, Latin, and other subjects

Life and Studies in Ateneo

Ateneo De Municipal established by the Jesuits

Rizal entered in 1872

He belonged to the class composed of Spaniards, mestizos and Filipinos

His teacher was Fr. Jose Bech

He was considered as an inferior and was placed at the buttom of the class

By the end of the month he became the emperor and received a prize, a religious picture

To improve his Spanish Rizal took private lessons in Santa Isabel College

During his 4th year in Ateneo he received 5 medals and graduated as sobresaliente

He graduated on March 23, 1877(16 years old)

Received the degree of bachelor of arts, with highest honors not a valedictiorian

Extra Curricular Involvement

An emperor inside the classroom

Campus leader

Active member and became a secretary, the Marian Congregation Religious Society

Member of the Academy of Spanish Literature and the Academy of Natural Sciences

Poet

Studied painting under the famous Spanish Painter, Agustin Saez

Improved his sculpture talents under the supervision of Romualdo de Jesus

Engaged in gymnastics and fencing and continued the physical training under his sports-minded Tio Manuel.

Medical Studies in University of Sto. Thomas (1877-1882)

After graduating , he continued his education at UST.

He finished a year in Philosophy and Letters.

He decided to shift to a medical course.

UST was under the Dominicans , rival of the Jesuits in education.

Remained loyal to Ateneo participated in extracurricular activities in Ateneo and completed a course in surveying.

As a Thomasian he won more literary laurels

During his first term in 1877-1878 in UST, he studied Cosmology, Metaphysics , Theodicy and History of Philosophy.

It was during the school term 1878-1879 that Rizal pursued his studies in medicine.

Reasons why Rizal wanted to study Medicine:

He wanted to be a physician so that he could cure his mother’s failing eyesight.

Fr. Pablo Ramon, the Father Rector of Ateneo whom he consulted for a choice of career, finally answered his letter , and recommended medicine.

Pre- Med Course

Curso de Ampiacion or Advanced course in Physics, Chemistry and Natural History.

Out of the 28 young men taking Ampliacion only four including Rizal were granted the privilege of taking simultaneously the preparatory course and the first year of medicine.

Rizal also received his four year practical training in medicine at the Hospital de San Juan de Dios in Intramuros.

During his last year at the University, Rizal had obtained the global grade of Notable(Very Good) in all of his subjects, and he was the second best student in a decimated class of seven who passed the medicine course. After which, Rizal decided to study in Spain.

Academic Journey To Spain ( 1882-1885 )

His departure for Spain was kept secret from Spanish Authorities, friars and even his parents especially his mother because she would not allow him to go.

To avoid detection , he used the name Jose Mercado.

On May 3, 1882 he boarded on Salvadora bound for Singapore where he was the only Filipino passenger.

On November 3, 1882, he enrolled in Universidad Central de Madrid taking up two courses: Philosophy an Letters and Medicine.

On June 21, 1884 , he conferred the degree of Licentiate in Medicine.

The Following academic year , he studied and passed all subjects leading to the degree of doctor of medicine.

Unfortunately, he was not able to submit the thesis required for graduation nor paid the corresponding fees.

With that, he was not awarded his Doctor’s Diploma.

Jose Rizal also finished his studies in Philosophy and Letters with higher grades.

He was awarded the Degree of Licentiate in Philosophy and Letters by the Universidad Central de Madrid June 19, 1885 with the rating of excellent.

Ophthalmology studies and travels in Europe

Jose Rizal went to Paris and Germany in order to specialize in ophthalmology. Among all branches, he chose this specialization because he wanted to cure his mother’s failing eyesight.

In 1885, after studying at the Universidad Central de Madrid, Rizal, who was then 24 years old, went to Paris to acquire more knowledge in ophthalmology.

Organization and Affiliations

La Liga Filipina

Berlin Ethnographical Society

Berlin Anthropological Society

Gran Oriente de Espana, Acacia Lodge No. 9 (Freemason, 1884)

La Solidaridad

Ciculo Hispana-Filipino

Research and Publications

Noli Me Tangere, novel, 1887 (literally Latin (Touch Me Not)

El FIlibusterismo, novel, 1891 (sequel to Noli Me Tangere)

Mi Ultimo Adios, poem, 1897 (literally “My Last Farewell”)

“Come se gobiernan las Filipinas” (Governing the Philippine Islands)

Filipinas dentro de cien años essay, 1889-90 (The Philippines a Century Hence)

Sa Mga Kababaihang Taga Malolos, essay, 1889 (To the Young Women of Malolos)

Annotations to Antonio de Moragas, Sucesos de las Islas Filipinas (essay, 1889, Events in the Philippine Islands)

El Consejo de los Dioses (The council of Gods)

Junto Al Pasig (Along the Pasig) San Euistaquio, Mártyr (Saint Eustache, the martyr)

Paintings

Dapita Church Curtains, 1894 (oil)

Christ Crucified, 1875 (crayon)

Spanish Coat of Arms, 1867 (water color)

Allegory on a Pair of Porcelain Bases of the New Year Celebration,

1886 (oil)

Portrait of Morayta, 1885 (crayon)

Immaculate Conception (crayon)

Saturnina Rizal (oil)

A Painting on a Pair of Mother-of-pearl (oil)

Sketches:

Japan sketches, ink, 1888

Room in which El Filibusterismo was begun, crayon, 1887

Pencil sketch of Dr. Blumentritt, pencil, 1886

Monkey and the Tortoise, ink, 1886

Brooklyn Bridge, pencil, 1886

Limang Salita, ink, 1886

Notas Clinicas, ink, 1885

SS Djemnah, pencil, 1882

Manila, pencil, 1882

Singapore lighthouse, ink or pencil, 1882

Along Suez Canal, ink or pencil, 1882

Castle of St. ELmo, ink or pencil, 1882

Aden, ink or pencil, 1882

Fishes caught in Dapitan, ink

Noli Me Tangere cover, ink

Father Pablo Pastells

Leonor Rivera, crayon

Segunda Katigbak, ink

Sulpakan, ink

Mt. Makiling

Poems

A las flores del Heidelberg

To the Philippines

Our Mother Tongue

Memories of My Town

Hymn to Labor

Kundiman

A Poem that Has No Title

Song of Maria Clara

To the Philippines Youth

To Josephine

Education Gives Luster to the Motherland

To the Virgin Mary

Sa Aking Mga Kabata

Sculptures

Josephine Bracken (medallion), wood, 1896

Josephine sleeping, plaster, 1896

Father Jose Guerrico (bust), clay, 1894

Oyang Dapitana, clay, 1894

Sacred heart of Jesus, terra cotta, 1894

Mother's Revenge, clay, 1894

Dr. Ricardo Carnicero, clay, 1893

St. Paul the Hermit, clay, 1893

The Triumph of Death Over Life, clay, 1890

The Triumph of Science Over Death, clay, 1890

Dr. Francisco Mercado (bust), wood, 1888

Augustus Ceasar, clay, 1888

Julius Ceasar, clay, 1888

Sacred Heart of Jesus, wood, 1877

Felix Pardo de Tavera

Image of Virgin Mary, wood

Orate Frantes, wax

San Antonio de Padua, clay

Gen. Blanco (bust), ivory

[paper-writing-s]

ik geloofde niet dat wij iets zouden worden. nog zo jong, zo naïef, geloven dat het juist was, niet nadenken over de gevolgen, we hielden van elkaar

maanden later was het over, maar in men hart denk ik nog steeds aan je

#poetry #writers of tumblr #hurt #sad #dutch #broken #buttom poetry #poet #writers of the future #written #library #feelings #flemish #belgium #belgian #writing

[wallaceenglishproject-blog]

I told you guys I was deeply in love with slam poetry, and Neil Hilborn is my favourite slam poet, so I’m going to post a lot of his works here! I hope you’ll enjoy them!

#fish-e #crazy four fish #buttom poetry #rape #neil hilborn #ollie schminkey #one color #poetry #slam poetry #slam poem #education #wallace #english project

[nightskiedarchive-blog]

mun fact :  i love love love love love slam poetry .   that being said ,  there comes a point when i get tired of all of the poems being about mental illness or feminism ,  etc .   that being said ,  i know they are not minor subjects  ( i am a huge feminist and i  am  mentally ill )  .    that  being said ,  i want to hear more slam poetry being about other things ,  like poetry is so versatile and can be  anything  . 

#i love love love the types of things sabrina benaim and sarah kaye write and talk . #but rn i like looked up buttom poetry cos it always has great things and all i can find is just ------- depression and anxiety and feminism #and i've had a really really really hard day i just want to hear sweet words and not sweet words for a while #➳ ☽ super sleepy bi girl speaking ❜ — ooc.

[whatthehellbells]

Buttom poetry/slam poetry always fuck me up.

#shut up Bells #Shhh Bells nobody cares

[kindoff]

#aj saleh #nujoom #buttom poetry #stars #violins #forget who you are

[tormentaeimpetu]

1. Tu padre habla de su juventud con rebeldía; derrama su vida en la mesa como si fuese una bebida: por todas partes. Tu madre no habla. Toda historia de su vida pre marital viene de la boca de tu padre. Habla de cómo la domó, la salvó de una vida de imprudente abandono, de cómo cortó sus alas para evitar que volara demasiado cerca del sol, pero Ícaro se hubiese ahogado y quemado pronto, y el silencio en la boca de tu madre es agua salada y oscura. Ella no habla para defenderse. Incluso ahora, años después de su divorcio la voz de tu padre puede llenar una habitación y tu madre haría espacio para él. Cuando tu madre te enseña a no ser consumida ya está sentada en el estómago de la bestia que alguna vez supo amar. Te preguntas si creció para amar la oscuridad como alguna vez amó al hombre. 2. El día que aprendes la importancia de las salidas de emergencia es el día que el latido de tu corazón deja de sonarte familiar. Es una lengua que tartamudea, un corazón tembloroso. Tu corazón late como cerrando puertas, late como los pasos de tu padre desapareciendo, late como cada súplica que aprenderás a tragar; no te vayas, no te vayas, no te vayas, no. Tu padre te enseña cómo ser la primera en irse, dejarlos antes de que se den cuenta de que no vale la pena quedarse por ti. 3. Cuando tu madre te dice que no tengas miedo de enamorarte, no te pierdes la forma en que sus manos tiemblan, te preguntas si extrañan el peso aprisionador del anillo que solía descansar ese dedo, te preguntas si tú también te enamorarás de un hombre con candado. Comienzas a tener cuidado con los chicos cuyas manos parecen jaulas; tienen la boca como el océano y tu madre aún está quitando agua de sus huesos. 4. Dominas el arte de escabullirte comenzando con algo pequeño. Manejas tu reloj biológico para despertar siempre primero, dibujas la ruta de escape como pasatiempo, fuerzas los latidos de tu corazón; solo vete, solo vete, solo… Practica en aquellos que amas más, de ese modo nada puede herirte. No se puede destruir algo que ya está roto y tú no recuerdas la última vez que tu corazón sonó como un corazón. 5. Él te dice que comes como un pájaro. Tú le dices que su madre le enseño bien. Él ríe y busca tu mano, tú sonríes y comienzas a resbalarte en la jaula entre sus dedos. 6. Cuando los chicos comienzan a buscar por corazones como cuartos de hospital, les adviertes que el tuyo es una botella rota. No les importa, o no te escuchan. Se cortan a sí mismos en lenguas afiladas e intentan pintar con la sangre en sus dedos, lo hacen sonar tan hermoso que casi crees en lo que dicen. Casi. Pronto sabes que van a despertar con cicatrices y van a culparte por ello, entonces dejas una venda en la oscuridad y no miras atrás. Déjalos antes de que se den cuenta que no vale la pena acabar con heridos por ti. 7. Ves todas las manos abiertas como si intentaran ahogarte, así que te sumerges más profundo en el agua e ignoras el ardor en tu pecho. Pasas tus dedos sobre cada nombre que ha dejado tu boca por última vez y te dices a ti misma que has hecho lo correcto.

“El poema del rompecorazones” Bianca Phipps (traducción)

#bianca phipps #the heartbreaker poem #traduccion #poetry slam #buttom poetry #poesia #amor #tristeza

[frivolous-hope]

My lonely looks a lot like insomnia when you hold it up to the light

First date- Sabrina Benaim

#spoken word #poetry #buttom poetry #lonely #me #quotes #sad

[thousap]

If I am your worst nightmare, you need to figure out what the fuck is wrong with your dreams.

Dave Harris - "Black boyfriend"

#quote #dave harris #black boyfriend #buttom poetry #slam poetry #poetry #text

[artismylifeyouknow]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5frn8TAlew0)

amazing

#buttom poetry

[paper-writing-s]

men ogen branden nog steeds

de tranen die ik huilde, lang geleden

de laatste keer dat ik je sprak

was het gister of was het even geleden

wanneer je me gewoon zo simpel brak

misschien is het al een maand geleden

dat je mijn naïve mij zonodig stak

#dutch poetry #poetry #writers of tumblr #writers of the future #writing #written #poet #broken #buttom poetry #library #dutch #flemish #writer #book #long #books #love #simple poetry #rhyme #short #heart #sad

[paper-writing-s]

He wouldn’t care about the art, he wouldn’t try to listen, and there wouldn’t be a beating heart but yet I loved how his touch made me feel alive, yet how it made me feel like a dying butterfly

#poetry #writers of the future #written #writers of tumblr #library #poet #sad #buttom poetry #broken #writing #love #poem #artist

[paper-writing-s]

Yes, I could take painkillers to numb the physical pain but it will never stop the emotional pain you put me through

#poetry #writers of tumblr #writers of the future #writing #written #poet #broken #buttom poetry #sad #library

[paper-writing-s]

I felt like poetry was all i had

Until you were the only thing I wrote about

- how i stopped doing what I loved doing the most

#poetry #writers of tumblr #writers of the future #writing #written #poet #broken #buttom poetry #sad #library #tumblr #angel

[paper-writing-s]

I was too blind to see the bad side of you, even though they always warned me

- you just looked like an angel

#poetry #writers of tumblr #writers of the future #writing #written #poet #broken #buttom poetry #sad #library #angel #poem #books #tumblr