#agropoet

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  • agropoet 19h

    there is a longing deep within
    a desire which I don't understand
    this emptiness and space that I can't explain.
    there is this need which no amount of self love can provide.
    there's so much I want to say
    so much I want to talk about
    but the people around me are either too busy to listen or immersed in their own lives.
    outwardly, I'm a calm restful water, pleasant to behold. smiling and seemingly happy.
    inside of me is a raging storm, a cyclone that seems to last forever. breaking into tiny pieces and melancholic.
    this isn't the first time I feel this way and I know it won't be the last time. I know this because it is me, it is my reality.
    i'm tired of trying to be strong, you told me to be vulnerable, to bare my mind and feelings. I tried to, I actually did. still they passed by you unnoticed. maybe my vulnerability was never the issue.
    it is sickening to have no shoulders to lean on. i know you're busy with your life but isn't that what friends are meant to do? be some palm that stop the tears from falling.
    it is worse when they think you are some fiction or another piece of poetry they can read and get done with.
    it hurts when the very ones who are meant to protect you strip you off every piece of dignity and pride.
    sometimes i wish i didn't have a heart, maybe then i won't be plagued with so much pain and burdened with words unsaid.
    depression is like a second skin, it is more reliable and sensitive than the world around me. it is that one friend that sticks closer than a brother.
    i'm tired. i am weak. i am exhausted.
    i'm sinking, drowning in my sea of sad songs.
    i'm losing my mind, i see it leaving my body slowly.
    i'm neither here nor there.
    i'm tired of being misunderstood.
    dear God, i don't even know why i'm involving you in this. but really, whatever you do, do send me some hug. that kind of hug that lingers for a long time. that kind of hug that helps me forget all i need to forget. that kind of hug that does not only tell me "it's gonna be okay" but really makes me okay.
    whatever you do, do something that restrains me from doing something stupid.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 1d

    the real definition
    of humanity is
    understood when
    we respond swiftly
    to the needs of others
    because we care and we can

    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 2d

    every step I take
    leave prints of my presence
    which is why I'm conscious
    of my movement,
    of the steps I take
    and the move I make.
    even though sometimes,
    the raging sea of memories
    wash these prints,
    wiping off footprints,
    I pay no attention and move ahead, leaving yet another footprint behind as I begin yet another journey.
    painting dreams and ambitions on the canvas of life with the hues of passion and love, holding on to every experience on the journey.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 2d

    footprints are a part of my life,
    a prove of my existence,
    of my mistakes and decisions
    my triumphs and failures
    etched deep in the sands of my heart.
    and though I get weary and wary
    at the sight of footmarks that lead deep into some unknown destination called 'the future'
    but the strong, deep and visible marks speak volumes of hope and courage.
    so I press on,
    following footmarks
    that lead to the future I seek.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 2d

    As long as you breathe,
    there'll always be a reason to quit
    an excuse to stop loving
    an explanation to give up on your dreams
    a reason to lose your voice and be silent.
    an explanation to why you failed and won't start all over.
    You'll always find reasons and excuses in life.
    But my dear, in all thy findings,
    I hope you find a reason to live and thrive.

    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 3d

    Early in the morning, I rise from my bed of roses, set out on a journey with the things that are truly mine - my walking shoes and my footprints.
    I don't know where the road leads or where it'll take me.
    Still I have to walk that path, down the road that is always lonely and seldom crowded.
    Some trodden while some territories uncharted; I have to blaze a new trail, carve out my own way.
    I'm chasing a dream, the dream I ain't seen yet.
    Faith and believe say it lives down the road rarely trodden by men.

    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 4d

    I was lost on the path of loneliness,
    sinking in the dark well of depression and caught up in a hurricane of emotions.
    And then you came my way, you touched me right at the nucleus of my existence, igniting the fireflies in my heart.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 4d

    You
    You are not a mediocre
    You are not an average
    You are not a failure
    You are not useless
    You are not a coward
    You are not stupid.
    You're a house on the rock
    You're a light that cannot be hidden
    You're salt, that is sought after
    You're water, you add life to earth
    You're honey, you make life sweet.
    You're Oxygen, the world needs you.
    You
    You are strong
    You are resilient
    You are unique
    You are smart
    You are courageous
    You are everything you need to be.
    Never settle for less.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 5d

    Dear God,
    I know I've said some things about you that were a bit off. I am sorry.
    I'm sorry for my careless verbal bullets, and even my misguided thoughts. Believe me, I am sorry.
    Help me to be more careful and thoughtful in the words I say, my thoughts and actions.
    I know you can help me do that.
    We don't talk anymore and I know the fault is from me. I got so busy I don't take your calls or write back to you.
    I'll sure work on that.
    I miss how we talked and laughed and communed. You know, that small voice of yours.
    I'd like us to resume communication, just like old times.
    I forgot to ask, how is heaven? I'm sure it is all lit and warm.
    I hope to join you as soon as my work here is done.
    'Cause really, it is cold and dark down here on earth.
    I can't wait for you to write back to me. You sure do know I'll be expecting.

    With love,
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 1w

    The sky cracks and
    when it does, it cries.
    But no matter how long
    it weeps, it stays UP and firm
    strong and fortified.
    Cry when you need to
    as the tears you're holding in
    might someday drown you.
    lock yourself up and
    shed every damn tear.
    When you're done,
    pick yourself up and
    move on, keep SOARING
    like the eagle that you are.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 1w

    I hope that someday,
    I'd sail on the tears
    that poured out from my eyes
    while I watch you drown in them.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 1w

    Life is a journey,
    not the road kind of journey
    but the sea kind of journey
    on boats and ships and yacht.
    With the ebb and flow of tides and waves giving life force to life's ocean.
    People are like waves,
    some stay long and protracted
    while others happen so fast you never notice them.
    You were that surge that flowed through me,
    draining me completely
    till I could barely feel my skin
    leaving me numb and dumb to the tiniest memory of who I was.
    You're one I'll always remember as a wave that wiped out everything leaving me stripped and void.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 1w

    It is easier to forgive,
    Because I have a tender conscience.
    But It is hard to forget,
    Because I have a trenchant mind
    and a vivid memory.
    Though the heart forgives,
    The brain never forgets.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 1w

    The wizards in my pen
    create a connection
    between my mind and paper.
    While I sit at the table,
    inking every idea,
    expressing all of my feelings
    without restrictions.

    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 1w

    Locked in your embrace
    is the safest place on earth.
    it is that moment when
    sweet nothings mean nothing to me.
    when forever is found within your arms.
    My head resting on your chest
    a peaceful reality, far from the harsh realities of life
    a pure act of love and friendship
    speaking volumes of unsaid words.
    Arms wrapping around, bodies pressed together in a squeezingly tight hug.
    Showing compassion and honesty of our hearts.
    Spontaneous, intuitive and natural
    calming, soothing and relaxing.
    It makes my mood go from distressing to groovy.
    A quiet peacefulness settles in my mind.
    I don't even need drugs to make me feel better
    most times, all I need is a tight hug from you.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 1w

    From the embers in my chest,
    a deep affection glows within
    Smoldering fire of emotions lighting my path.
    You're the wind I'm waiting for,
    the very oxygen I need to burn.
    The air I need to fan it to flame.
    One gust from you is all I need to survive.
    But then you came with a storm, and emptied your torrent, dousing my embers out, extinguishing the bright glows
    Putting an end to my smoldering existence.
    Now I have nothing but cold flames lying on the dormant bed of ashes in my chest.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 1w

    When I write,
    ☑I write with the hope that my words
    provide you with comfort and help you find peace with yourself and humanity.
    ☑Fix your wounds and soothe your pains, even as you forgive and let go of the hurts.
    ☑Give you a reason to smile and laugh your heart out.
    ☑That my words give you that feeling that you're not alone, that "me too" feeling you always long for.
    ☑My words caress you, help you find love in yourself and make you better.
    ☑I want to write words that will make you appreciate what you have and all the people around you.
    ☑That'll help you appreciate love and friendship without corrupting your values.
    ☑When I write, I write with the hope that every word you read gives you that assurance you're longing for.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 1w

    If you ask me,
    I'll say judging is dumb and stupid,
    it does nothing but break people.
    It's never been a right approach to issues.
    We all messed up at some point in our life.
    We all have one thing we wish we'd go back and change.
    We all cussed and lied and cheated.
    We have our pasts we're trying to make out for, guilts we're trying to get over and done with.
    We all have our vices, mine is so glaring and worse does not make yours any better.
    I'm not a book, so why judge me by my cover?
    Why judge me based on the current phase of my life?
    You never walked in my shoes, never spent any moment living my life and you think you already have some opinion you want to pass?
    I'm in charge of myself, and that include my actions.
    Take charge of your own life and mind your business.
    The world is plagued with a lot of issues already.
    So how about we begin to accept our flaws and appreciate the beauty in our imperfections?
    But then, if you ask me, I'll say judging others is superfluous.
    And it shows one thing, the shallow mind of the 'judge'.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 1w

    ������ three glasses of wine

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    The crowd begins to fade away
    soon darkness begins to find a way
    But isn't that what we've always wanted?
    A time to get alone
    When nothing else matters to us but 3 glasses of wine
    And the fervor it sends down our spine.
    Making music with the chords of our tamed hearts
    Swaying in the dark,
    reckless steps and graceful posture.
    Liberating our young souls, swimming with the falling tides of the adrenaline rush pulsating, rousing our bodies.
    Dancing to the rhythm, feeling every beat and melody like sweet chilli sauce and chicken.
    Savoring every moment, every pleasure.
    Feeling every move with euphoric discharges.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 2w

    In search of quietness
    I've walked through many paths
    Some crowded and some lonely
    Some so quiet you'd hear your own blood flowing through your veins
    Some so noisy you can't hear your mind speak to you.
    Sometimes I don't know where the road leads or where it'd take me.
    My strength falling and my heart failing
    I got to a cross road and I had to choose between solitude and peace
    Between silence and calmness.
    I chose the road that led to peace
    There so much I can get from being away from the crowd.
    But really, peace is all I seek.
    That thing which keeps you calm and quiet even in the midst of chaos is all I seek.

    ©agropoet