#agropoet

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  • agropoet 17w

    i think with my heart
    i see with my mind
    i speak through my pen
    ink flow through my veins
    i breathe words
    i create poetry
    I am who I am
    I am a writer
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 17w

    sometimes
    i feel blue and the only place that matter is under the sea.
    i feel the taste of darkness and the only place i want to be is oblivion.
    I hear the call of the void, bidding me to plunge deep into its depth.
    sometimes
    i wish i could speak without holding back any emotion
    i wish i could be vulnerable without you saying "are you kidding me?"
    i wish i could bare it all and have you listen to every word i say.
    sometimes
    i look in the mirror and tell myself I'll be fine
    i smile at the face in the mirror and hope it smiles back at me.
    i look in the mirror, seeking a reflection but I find none.
    most times,
    i hate to feel anything and so i just numb every feeling.
    other times,
    it is so overwhelming that i pack my bags and run away.
    sometimes,
    i stay back and tell myself "it is my battle, and I'll fight it".
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 24w

    dear child,
    don't be intimidated by my strength
    but rather, let it motivate you
    let it be the wings on which you soar.
    little one,
    don't seek ways to avoid the pain
    for it is the fire that would refine you till you become as pure gold.
    dear human,
    don't wish to have a life like mine
    for trust me, you have no idea of the things that happen behind the scene, beyond the pretty clothes and smile which is a permanent makeup.
    rather, work on being yourself and enjoying your life to the fullest.
    little one,
    do not be intimidated by my strength
    let it be your motivation and a reason to keep pushing.

    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 26w

    come, lie with me on the bed of wisdom
    let's have intercourse,
    baring everything with nothing covered.
    seduce me with your decent vocabulary
    caress and massage me with your intellect.
    let's get high on nouns, verbs and adjectives
    let's get down on metaphors, paradox and hyperboles
    kiss and romance me with knowledge
    till i can taste your emotions.
    go deeper into my ocean of thoughts
    and enjoy my mental scenery.
    explore my vulnerability and leave me
    gasping for breath, begging for one more
    round of psychological penetration.
    give me eargasm that compacts and
    tangles our soul into a solid mass of ideas.
    make me explode and vibrate under
    the rousing erection of staid conversations.
    make the trees and seas jealous
    of the height and depth of our discussions.
    let me feel you running your fingers
    round my brain, articulating art,
    speaking languages only our minds can comprehend.
    come, lie with me under the sheets
    of intelligence let's have intercourse
    bodies covered. minds naked.
    imaginations wide. words alive.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 26w

    it was a lonely walk
    as i sauntered into the forest
    and into the snow covered cabin
    where we first met.

    life's not been the same since you left
    the memories we shared must have been built to last
    they're forever etched deep in my consciousness
    leaving a dent like a nail in the wall.
    as the cold wind of memories blows hard in my face
    and the painting of you in a rocker comes to life
    the warm waters of sorrow roll down my cheeks
    i couldn't help but shed yet another tear.

    you're my blanket, to keep me warm and shield me from the cold
    now my heart freezes and skips a beat.
    you're my missing puzzle piece
    i'm incomplete without you.
    tell me, how do i make music when i can't find my rhythm?
    you've always been my muse and my poem
    now its harder to make poetry

    it was the saddest walk ever
    as i strolled out of the forest
    onto the pathway filled with cactus
    where we said our goodbyes.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 26w

    what happened to us?
    we no longer find comfort
    in holding each others' hands
    and even when we lay together under the blanket,
    we keep warm by cuddling a stuffed animal.

    we have deep conversations without looking deep into each others' eyes
    our emotions are shallow and our concentration spans within a very short time because our faces are buried deep in our phones.

    family time is no longer the time where father, mother, kids and every other member of the family gather around to eat dinner, play games, talk and laugh.
    family time is now the moment where everyone sits in front of a television screen often times, in silence.

    we get our pads and joysticks and play games with hearts and feelings.
    because the world is a global village, we claim to be BFFs with strangers a thousand miles away and yet struggle with letting out a simple "hi" to the people around us.

    we talk nonstop about giving to the needy and helping others up the ladder of success but when it is time to actually lend a helping hand, we place them in our pockets and walk away, pretending not to hear them cry out in pain.
    what's the word again?
    hypo... exactly, hypocrisy.
    we spend time preaching what we do not practice that there is no empathy to practice all we have heard.

    what really happened to us?
    how did we get to this point?
    i'm asking because i need answers.
    who did this to us?
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 26w

    like a chair,
    i found you tired and weak
    I gave you support and offered you a seat.
    i provided you with comfort and massaged your butt.

    because I'm an ordinary chair
    i'm ignored and avoided
    neglected and allowed to collect dust and dirt
    anytime you don't need support
    or someone to hold you up.

    but I cannot be angry
    because i am a chair
    and I am built for this
    i am made to support and hold you
    to be there for you even when you ignore me.

    so when you need me,
    be sure to find me waiting for you
    at the table.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 26w

    they told me solitude is great
    and it is okay to enjoy some perfect atmosphere alone.
    they told me everything nice and scintillating about that journey called solitude.
    but they forgot to tell me it is a long and dangerous one.
    i found out for myself that solitude ain't no journey but a destination.
    it soothes you in a way that it becomes so addictive and you crave for it like... well, whatever it is you're addicted to.
    nobody ever told me that someday, I'll choose solitude over human relationships because (i perceive) the former radiates and the latter leaves me exhausted.
    yes, solitude is an amazing place to be.
    but my dear, like a coin
    there are also two sides to it.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 26w

    i love being alone in silence.
    that doesn't mean i don't talk to people.
    it doesn't mean i'm antisocial.
    i just enjoy the freedom and peace silence brings.
    for it is in those moments i reflect on who i am and what i want from life.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 28w

    on the blank canvas of life
    i am painting my own fate,
    with the hues of experience
    and the yellow color of happiness
    mixed with the oil of gladness.
    i'm painting my own fate on the wall of my heart
    with the bright colors of kindness
    splattered with the blue color of love
    and the sinful red hue of lust.
    using my palms as the palate
    and my fingers as the brush
    i'm painting my own fate
    in all the colors i can find
    it doesn't matter if they clash
    or compliment each other
    the dark hues of my mistakes will always blend in to fit...

    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 28w

    you were patient with me
    pointed out my flaws and
    upgraded me to be a
    better version of myself
    it hurts so much that you never
    had a chance to experience the
    "better me".
    honestly, even though we
    don't talk anymore,
    i cannot get you off my mind
    for anytime i remember
    who i was before you happened,
    i can't stop the smiles and the tears.
    even though we don't talk anymore,
    you'll always be an important part of my life
    you'll always have a
    permanent place in my heart.
    thank you for being a part of my life.
    to someone i no longer talk to...
    though our time together was short,
    believe me, it was worth the while.
    now, it hurts even more that you may not get to see this
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 28w

    you were patient with me
    pointed out my flaws and
    upgraded me to be a
    better version of myself
    it hurts so much that you never
    had a chance to experience the
    "better me".
    honestly, even though we
    don't talk anymore,
    i cannot get you off my mind
    for anytime i remember
    who i was before you happened,
    i can't stop the smiles and the tears.
    even though we don't talk anymore,
    you'll always be an important part of my life
    you'll always have a
    permanent place in my heart.
    thank you for being a part of my life.
    to someone i no longer talk to...
    though our time together was short,
    believe me, it was worth the while.
    now, it hurts even more that you may not get to see this
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 28w

    to someone who wants to heal

    to heal (from hurts and pain)
    you have to be selfish enough
    to walk away from people
    (and situations)
    who cause you pain and
    constantly hurt you.
    healing is a choice
    and wanting to be healed
    is a great decision.
    but then, healing is a
    very slow and gradual process
    so please, be patient with
    yourself and with your wounds
    while you allow time do its work.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 28w

    i feel dislocated from the map
    out of the earth,
    caught up in some trap
    a whole lot of gap
    between my reality and imagination
    nothing makes sense and
    all i see is nothing but crap.
    anxiety hitting me so hard
    leaving my skin scarred
    i just want to be 24/7 high
    and live forever in cloud nine
    far away from my troubles.
    but here i am,
    seated in the dark
    remembering my experiences
    reminiscing the lessons
    counting my blessings
    and all i see is much reasons
    to be grateful...

    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 28w

    to my friends...

    no matter how strong
    i appear to be on the outside
    please do not be blinded
    by the illusion.
    I'm also human,
    i breakdown and cry
    i'm not always strong
    sometimes i also need
    you to look out for me
    to call me up and ask what's up.
    i can mask my feelings
    and wear a smile
    please, don't be deceived
    by the facade
    even the strongest material
    wear and tear.
    i ain't so numb
    i hurt and feel pain.
    care enough to give me a shoulder
    love me enough to lift me up
    dear friend, i am human
    sometimes, i need help too.
    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 30w

    your wounds bear a million stories
    of untold tales and battles not common to everyone.
    don't be shy to flaunt your scars, uncover them so they can be kissed by the stars.
    they may not be beautiful
    (who said they have to be beautiful?)
    but it tells there was a battle
    it shows you fought
    it is a proof that you won
    and a reminder that you're a survivor.

    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 30w

    to that person who has lost everything...

    do me a favor:
    close your eyes
    place your hand on your chest
    take a deep breath
    did you hear that?
    that's the sound of your heart beating,
    listen to the rhythm
    it is saying "be inspired"
    life is like an investment;
    you gain some and lose some
    still, living continues.
    so dear, even when you think you've lost everything, look at the bright side of life.

    you never lost your heart beat.

    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 30w

    i want to write a story
    one that talks about strength
    and courage
    one that tells the wonders
    and the power of determination
    one that speaks of the magic in a thoughtful conversation.
    will you be my muse?

    i want to send a message to Derrick
    i want to remind him that love is precious and pleasant and it knows no boundaries.
    i want to tell him about how love - though miniature - can heal and kill and restore.
    tell him about how love can be evasive but please don't tell him love is a poetry written by the universe.
    will you be the messenger of my love?

    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 30w

    to anyone needing strength...

    you've allowed your weakness
    becloud your strength so much
    that all you see is how much of a weakling you are.
    you've listened to words that speak of defeat, cowardice and limitation that you forget you are a warrior, you're brave and you are strong.
    warriors don't cower in the face of battles or opposition.
    strong people don't see any limitation and defeat.
    Think about all the times you've been through deep shits and courage was there to hold you up.

    the strength you need is already in you, just go a little deeper and you'll find it waiting to be discovered and unleashed.

    ©agropoet

  • agropoet 30w

    the cycle of life can be
    a tiring journey
    where you have to walk
    and climb and push
    and hope on and hang on
    even when you gasp for breath.
    there are times the road is so lonely and phobic and you become panicky.
    through all of these,
    i want you to breathe
    lose yourself in a book
    take a break from life
    dance to the sound of a baby's laughter
    take a photo of sunset
    i want you to breathe
    in and out
    slowly and peacefully
    you'll be alright.
    ©agropoet