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maykatha · 6 months
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a speck of dust. thats what we are all, arent we? a speck of dust that holds so much. that speaks so little about what really envelopes us. about what really resides in our bodies. we are all just a speck of dust, arent we? but arent we all holds so much, just like any other universe? arent we all just a culmination of thousands of tiny bits of life? a body filled with blood, tears, sweat, love, and lust. kindness, selfishness, goodness, sweet dreams, scary nights, and longing layers? arent we all just a cumulation of highs and lows, hurts and joy, light and ill-lit rooms that doom us. a push of pull of tragedy and trauma, push and pull of such emotions we hardly ever actuate—and if we did, we are slowly consumed by guilt and shame. a speck of dust. ha! a speck of fucking dust. just a speck of dust, and yet we are all begging to be held right and tight. to be loved so dearly that one can hear thy hearts near, it is beating just for me. just for me. just a speck of dust that is mesmerized by the dusk, often amazed by its ever-changing, uncertain beauty. always in awe by it all. a speck of dust that questions the feeling of being collated to such dusk. such dusk that is never the same, ever-evolving, multitude of colors, rises and falls. and yet! still loved. still seen. still felt. still exists in every phase of your life. still exists in every place of you. can you, my little sweet lover, my beloved bastard, see this dust as dusk?
just a speck of dust, no? yes i am just a speck of dust. just all here, all along. all over you, all over you.
—emmanuel.
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kwaderno84 · 10 months
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...pweh!
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dessakeepswriting · 4 years
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I hope life is gentle to you. We’re definitely miles apart but you are always in my prayers. Please be safe always. Please choose to be happy always.
— Thoughts of Dessa 🌻
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wmab · 4 years
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MALINAW NA MALABO
Sabihin mo sa akin kung pwede na Bago ako sumapit d'yan ay papatayin ko na ang ingay ng makina Sumulyap ka muna sa labas at 'di ako husto sa kawalan ng tao sa kalsada, Ang kailangan kong malaman ay kung talaga bang wala nang makakakita
Ayos naman ako. Hindi sila nagtanong kung saan ako uuwi pagkatapos naming malango 'Wag kang mag-isip masyado Hindi ako magtatanong kung saan tayo mauuwi pagkatapos natin dito.
Sanay ako sa madidilim na kwarto, Sapat na ang maliit na buwan para paliwanagin ang buong espasyo Sanay ako sa malalabong kwento Sapat na muna sa akin na ganito tayo.
'Wag tayong pakampante sa mga usap na walang dulo. Di papanig ang pagkakataon sa katulad nating di sigurado Kaya kung ayos lang sa'yo, Sapat nang malinaw sa atin kung saan tayo malabo
Ito ang bayad sa mga naglilihim ng kwento Sa unang berso pa lang ay malinaw na ang dulo Kung ayos rin lang sa'yo ang ganitong istilo Masapatan ka rin na ganito muna tayo.
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-Wag Mo Akong Bitawan (WMAB)
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baybayin · 4 years
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While cleaning up, I found these 3 5x7 watercolor wood framed pieces from 2019. 1) ᜎᜃ Lakas (Strength)2) ᜋᜄᜇ Maganda (Beautiful) and 3) ᜐᜎᜋ Salamat (Thank you). $30 with shipping included to US addresses. DM to purchase. #watercolor #watercolorart #watercolorartist #calligraphyartist #calligraphy #baybayin #sulatkamay #kabuay #artph #philippineart #sfartists #filipinx #filipinxart #kabuay (at SOMA Pilipinas Filipino Cultural Heritage District) https://www.instagram.com/p/CC8ufJrAUiK/?igshid=1lyqd1f520nwj
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theedjective · 4 years
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mypenandcoffee · 4 years
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huminahon · 4 years
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Alas dos quarenta'y quatro ng hating gabi. Natagpuan ang sariling nakasandal sa isang sulok sa kusina. Hawak ang munting kwaderno't pluma. Dulot mo sa aki'y isang tula. Ngayong gabi, ako ang iyong makata.
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dearfuturenishan · 5 years
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Dear Past Nishan
In less than a month, you would have lived a quarter of a century. In Shaa Allah. It is scary. Super scary. I feel like as a 19 year old, you would have never thought this is how your life had panned out. When I was your age, I remember being so excited of what the future holds. I was so excited to see my dreams come true. I was so excited to be the person I always wanted to be. I thought that at this age, I had settled down. Not exactly have a family of my own. But surely having a successful career. I guess you didn’t take into consideration all the bullshits life usually throws at you. There are so much shit in this world. Literally. And I’m sad to inform you that those shits made you weak. Now, you cry most nights, wondering how to get out of the deep shit you’re burried in. Your business is failing and you don’t know how to fix it. Your family life is on the brink of ruin. And now more than ever you feel more alone. You drown yourself in Mcdonalds after every breakdown. In result, your the fattest you’ve ever been. Damn, I wouldn’t want you to meet me, 19 year old Nishan. But then I saw your letter to me. Yes, the very own you wrote in this website. You wrote to me words perfect for what Im feeling. I guess you knew that I would be in this situation. And slowly you’re giving me hope. You have been through what I’m going through now. They may not be the same problems, but oh how they seem to be the same in context. History really does repeat itself. You’re right. It may feel like the end of the line now. But there’s a long road ahead of us, god willing. What I’m feeling now is nothing but a speed bump. You’ve been through the same. And I do remember just as there were sad times, there were happy times as well. Lots of them, in fact. So I will get through this. I will allow myself to cry. Im human after all. But I’ll wipe off every tear and prepare for the smooth road.
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onenight-rant · 6 years
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Ang fair ng mundo. Pagmasaya ka kelangan mamaya malungkot kana
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thankful-heart · 6 years
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this my view going home.
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maykatha · 2 months
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babae ang sumasalba,
EXT. TAPAT NG MAIN BUILDING, BENCH - DUSK
[non-verbatim] "do you realize na sa mga pagkakataong we're going through it, babae 'yung nandiyan para sa'tin? ang galing lang. 'yung nangyari 'yun sa'kin, 'yung time na nalaman mo...tapos neto lang, 'yung nangyari sa'yo—buti na lang nandiyan si minty, buti na lang hindi ka mag-isa non, mahal." sabi ni reigee habang kumakain kami ng ice-cream sa tapat ng main building. oo nga, sabi ko sa sarili non. parang may eureka moment eh. na totoo nga, na babae ang sumasalba. ang laging nandoon.
babae ang puso ng humawak sa kamay ko noon habang nilalahad ang katotohanang sumampal sa'kin sa may albertus. babae ang unang napagsabihan ng nangyari sa'kin 6 years ago. babae ang sumalo sa suka't luha sa mcdo p. noval. o sa versus man. or even sa jollibee dapitan. hindi ko na uulitin 'yun, promise. babae ang mga nakakatabi sa concerts na pinipiling puntahan mag-isa. babae ang unang nakapag-bigay ng bouquet. babae ang unang nakasama sa escolta. babae ang unang nag-tattoo sa tagong parte. babae rin ang nag-drawing noon. puso ng babae ang nasa balakang ko. sulat-kamay naman ang nasa braso. babae ang nag-abot ng bayad, ng sukli. babae ang pumulot ng takip ng lipstick sa kapehan. babae ang nagkulay pabalik sa black ng bleached kong bangs—walang gloves, hinayaan na marumihan nang sobra ang mga kamay. babae ang sumalo sa huling klase sa public dahil sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon. babae ang nag-aaya ng paboritong almusal sa mga pagkakataong kinakailangan ng kalinga.
babae pala ang nakapalibot sa'kin. kaya pala binabalot ng kakaibang kung ano na nakakapag paniwala sa'kin na totoong may pagmamahal pa rin na totoo, na tapat, na tama. dahil narito sila, dahil narito pa rin ako.
nagtalik nanaman ang pahina't tinta,
Micah.
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kwaderno84 · 11 months
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...nagpapakahirap para sa wala
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dessakeepswriting · 4 years
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Dear, when are you going to stop crying? Aren’t you getting tired? You’ve had enough, you did everything. You’ve proven that you’re worth of their love. Yet, they’ve slipped the opportunity to see you as a gem. It’s not your fault. Trust me! There’s nothing wrong with you. In seven billion hearts that exist in this world, you are unique — exceptionally beautiful. So please, shed those tears. They don’t deserve your tears and sorrow. You can surpass this. Perhaps not today, but it will come. Just trust yourself. Be patient. You’ll get through this. Your pain will just fade. Trust me.
— Thoughts of Dessa 🌻
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wmab · 4 years
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Ilang beses pa
akong kailangang
mawala sa'yo bago
mo makita ang halaga ko?
-Wag Mo Akong Bitawan (WMAB)
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baybayin · 4 years
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With fellow artist @karla_korazon in front of my mural at the Salesforce Transit Center a couple of years ago. Left to right: ᜐᜎᜋ ᜵ ᜋᜊᜓᜑ ᜵ ᜋᜑ. I think it's still up. Check it out #mural #muralist #sulatkamay #phart #philippineart #baybayin #filipinx #filipinxart #calligraphy (at Salesforce Transit Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/CD0FDpwD2qy/?igshid=14jja61ps1dho
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