Spoken Poetry Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

sabay naming sabi. "Never forgets as the heart gets broken; it wreaked, and abreact," Vani started the four-syllable Cywydd poem. Kinuha niya ang bow sa mga kamay ko at ang arrow na nagawa ko. Kumuha siya ng hinog na mangga, dinilaan muna niya ito at bahagyang kinain ito kahit hindi pa nabalatan—he's awkwardly looking at me. I can feel a sensation between us.

His still hot and handsome. Going back to the corner where I first saw you Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand Saying, "If you see this girl, can you tell her where I am?" Some try to hand me money, they don't understand I'm not broke, I'm just a broken hearted man I know it makes no sense but what else can I do How can I move on when I'm still in love with you...

I was afraid that maybe this was just an infatuation, a fleeting spark that would burn brightly for a short time before fizzling out, leaving me with nothing but ashes and regret. The thought of such a letdown was almost unbearable, the possibility of heartbreak a constant shadow looming over our budding connection. I questioned every shared laugh, every tender touch, searching for evidence to either confirm or deny my worst fears. The uncertainty was agonizing, a torturous dance between hope and despair. "I had never imagined walking with anyone..beside me, and I never had thought that it's gonna be you Ramina. All these past few years, I believed that marriage in papers is fine.."

Yung Broken Vow po. Broken Vow by Damian Fabian. Tell me her name, I want to know The way she looks, And where you go I need to see her face, I need to understand Why you and I came to an end Tell me again, I want to hear Who broke my faith in all these years Who lays with you at night When I'm here all alone Remembering when I was your own I'll let you go, I'll let you fly Why do I keep on asking why I'll let you go,

hSe shook her head no at me, “Um-absent ako. Masakit kayang ma-heart broken. Try mo rin kaya.” “Nah, ayaw kong maging kagaya mo. Nakita mo na ba ang sarili mo sa salamin? Mukha kang namatayan ng pusa. At mukha ka ring tanga. Sobra.” Natawa siya sa sinabi ko, “Gosh, if I could just turn back the time ay hindi ko na gagawin sa iyo iyon. I’m really sorry, cousin. Bati na tayo?” Paglalambing niya. Ganito ba ang nagagawa ng brokenhearted? Kung oo ay please lang I have no time for that. Mas marami akong dapat na isipin at problemahin kesa ang mga walang kawenta-kumwenta at peke nilang pagmamahal.

Ako pa? "Kung sasabihin ko ba sayo ngayon na minahal kita iiwanan mo na 'ko?" He said, his voice is shaking. Alam niyo nararamdaman ko ngayon? Feels like my heart is shattered into pieces. He's breaking and breaking it. Yung dinudurog yung pinong pino.. Please naman parang wala nang natitira sa sarili ko.. Yung luha ko naman hindi maubos ubos hindi na 'ko makahinga...

Melancholy In my every morning and midnight flight Start by picturing how you smile so bright I was lack of sleep And ending up thinking bout you so deep My life, how are you? Did you miss me too? This lovesick! It sucks and I can't bear I always longing for your care I always keep your picture in my pocket As my lucky charm, and a great bullet My life, my asset Your memories help me to deal with loneliness as I watch the sunset But just like the sunset Our story has come to an end Our memories together will not be forgotten I love you my queen maiden My tears fall down as I'm done reading his poem.

He reminded. Marahas kong itinango ang ulo habang may malaki at tagumpay na ngiti sa mga labi. Call it magic, call it true I call it magic when I'm with you And I just got broken, broken into two Still I call it magic, when I'm next to you My eyes are slowly giving up. Unti-unti ng bumabagsak ang mga talukap sa lambing ng boses na naririnig mula sa katabi.

Hindi dahil sa sabaw o sa apo—kundi sa tono ni Marco. Hindi siya agad nakapagsalita. Pero sa loob niya, may unti-unting namumuong init—hindi sigaw, hindi galit, kundi isang tahimik na poot na sinamahan ng pagod. Pagod sa palaging pagkakaroon ng dapat sundin. Pagod sa paglalaban sa mga desisyong tila hindi naman talaga kanya. Kaya’t muli siyang nagsalita, mas matatag ngayon.

Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table Barely awake, I let precious time go by Then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling And a sense of guilt I can't deny What happened to the wonderful adventures The places I had planned for us to go? (Slipping through my fingers all the time) Well, some of that we did, but most we didn't And why, I just don't know