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hm. most of my poems are just things i wanted to tell someone but told God instead. not because she asked me to stay quiet, but because He was the only one who knew how much it hurt to say nothing at all.

so i wrote. not to be read, but to be understood by the One who saw every word i couldn’t send.

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Since you’re always coming up with cool prompts and all, here’s a little one for you:

Not to sound like a nosy anon but, what’s your biggest inspiration when you write? Spill the tea 🍵✍️ And tag a few folks to answer too”

Great question! Really just little pieces of my life in general. Usually people I've met and the experiences we've had. I've had a very interesting life so it's the easiest thing for me to write about. So many different ways I could word the stories, so to speak. And so many different stories. I have bits of my life I've never touched in my writing, though I would like to change that.

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If you're reading this, always remember that I loved you. And if you are reading this, always remember that I never stopped.

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"Spark"

06.16.2025

Not every fire begins in flame,

Some start as whispers in the soul.

God, if You’re writing something new—

Could this spark be the prelude?

I’ve seen the flash that leaves you burned,

Fell for light that never stayed.

But maybe this time, You’ll give me

A glow that learns, and doesn’t fade.

I’m not asking for a wildfire,

Not a rush I can’t contain.

Just someone who sparks steady,

A warmth that carries Your name.

If I must wait in quiet night,

Then let me wait with stars in view.

I trust the sky You’re painting now

Will light with something true.

So show me, Lord, when it's time to start—

What kind of spark will You give me this heart?

—Thank you @picklemafia for using my prompt "Spark". As the person who suggested it, it feels wrong to not participate in it too. So here it is, y'all.

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"Samantha"

—a piece writtern by the heart itself. 06.13.2025

Samantha, your name sounds like Sunday rain—

Soft on the skin, but cold in the veins.

I whispered it where no one could hear,

Where echoes bloom instead of tears.

Samantha, I never held your hand,

But I held the thought—like golden sand.

And still, it slipped, no matter how tight,

Gone before I could beg the night.

Samantha, I wrote you in the margins of me,

In poems, in prayers, in spaces you’ll never see.

You never asked to be the muse,

But silence chose you, and I let it bruise.

Samantha, I lied when I said I’m fine.

I stitched your name into every line.

Even in joy, I flinch with grace,

Because some smiles still wear your face.

Samantha, do you know what you left behind?

A boy who loved with a quiet mind.

And even if your heart was never mine,

I thanked the stars you crossed my time.

Samantha, the world moved, and so did you—

With someone whose hands now pull you through.

But I won’t curse the winds or cry your name,

Some stories end without blame.

Samantha… once, you were the dream I ran to.

Now you're the ache I quietly answer to.

They’ll never know the way this story ends—

Just that I was once remembered… as Sam’s friend.

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"Unang Pag-ibig"

Tagalog Version

06.07.2025

Tahimik kaming magkatabi,

Sa simbahan, habang nagdadasal.

Ngiti niya’y dati ring sa’kin,

Parang kahapon lang ang tagal.

Naglaro’t nagtawanan kami,

Kasama ang mga kaibigan.

Pero puso ko’y sa kanya muli,

Tahimik, pero sigaw ang laman.

Hindi na ito 'yung kilig lang noon,

Hindi siya apoy na agad nawawala.

Kundi pag-ibig na may lalim at baon—

'Yung tipong hindi basta nagwawala.

Hindi niya alam, pero siya ang dahilan,

Kung ba’t bumalik lahat ng damdamin.

Sa isang sulyap, gumuho ang pader,

Pati ‘yung sakit na kay tagal kong pinipigil.

Akala ko tapos na, akala ko buo na,

Pero nariyan pa rin siyang tahimik sa gilid.

At kahit iba na ang landas nating dalawa,

Parang siya pa rin ang panalangin kong pilit.

Hindi na siguro para sa’tin ngayon,

At baka 'di na rin sa susunod.

Pero salamat, kahit hindi naging akin,

Dahil sa kanya ako lumapit sa Diyos.

Sa kanya ko natutunang lumuhod,

Hindi dahil sa lungkot kundi sa pananampalataya.

Tinuruan niya akong manalangin,

Na kahit wala siya, buo ang paniniwala.

At kahit hindi na siya sa huli,

Hindi man siya ang sasalo.

Ang alaala niya’y mananatili—

Isang pag-ibig na unang bumuo.

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"First Love, Still"

Song Version

06.07.2025

I sat beside her in a quiet place,

Where prayers rise slow, like gentle rain.

Her laugh still wore that same old grace,

And for a while, I felt no pain.

The games, the jokes, the passing time—

All blurred beneath her presence near.

I caught myself in love’s old rhyme,

The kind that stays, not disappears.

It wasn’t like those crushes past,

Not fire that fades when mornings start.

But something built with roots that last—

The kind that speaks straight to the heart.

She didn’t know she woke it all,

The warmth I swore I’d buried deep.

With just her voice, she made it fall—

My guard, my grief, the nights I weep.

I thought I’d healed, I thought I’d changed,

But there she was—unchanged, divine.

And though our hearts had rearranged,

I felt her soul still brush on mine.

I know we’ve gone our different ways,

And love may not return again.

But still I thank her, all my days,

For drawing me to God through pain.

She was the spark that lit my knees,

To fold in prayer, not just in tears.

The girl who taught me how to see

That love and faith can calm my fears.

And maybe it won’t be her again—

Not in this life, not in that role.

But first love’s echo will remain,

Still worshiping inside my soul.

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"First Love, Still"

06.07.2025

I sat beside her in a house of prayer,

laughing like nothing ever cracked me in half.

The games on the table spun time in circles,

but my eyes—my heart—were stuck in the past.

Not the kind of past that hurts,

but the kind that once felt like forever.

A heartbeat, steady beside mine,

not as noise, but as home.

I remembered love.

Not teenage fireworks, not fleeting crushes—

but the slow-burning, hold-you-through-storms kind.

The “I’d grow with you” kind.

The “God, thank You for her” kind.

She didn’t mean to bring me back.

Didn’t know her presence would unwrap

the part of me I buried—

the boy who believed love could be holy.

And maybe I tried to forget her.

Maybe I told myself it was someone else before.

But no—

It was always her.

It’s always been… her.

Even now,

after the silence,

after the letting go,

she still echoes in my walk with God—

a reminder, a whisper,

that love once brought me to my knees

not in pain,

but in prayer.

And I don’t know if it’ll be her again.

Maybe not.

Maybe never.

But I’ll always thank the heavens—

that my first real love

led me deeper into faith.

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"Blindfolded"

06.01.2025

Could she be hiding in the corners, just out of sight?

A whisper in the silence I’ve yet to hear?

Is she the shadow that fades with the night,

Or a quiet song I’m not yet near?

Does God veil my eyes to protect my heart,

Or is this patience a test I’m meant to bear?

Am I too restless, tearing us apart,

Or learning how to wait in prayer?

Have I brushed past her in crowds unseen,

Her laughter lost in passing days?

Or is she waiting where my soul’s not been,

Held safe in mysterious ways?

Why does this ache feel soft yet fierce,

A quiet hunger I can’t deny?

Is it love that time will slowly pierce,

Or just the tears I swallow dry?

Will the blindfold lift when the moment’s right,

Revealing all that’s close but far?

Or must I hold this endless fight,

Till fate unveils its final star?

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"Peak."

05.22.2025

They say, “Be strong, the time is near,”

But my chest holds a silent cry.

I smile, I stretch, I hide the tear—

Another prayer beneath the sky.

They’ll see the medals, not the ache,

The heart I stitched with holy thread.

They won’t know what I had to break

Just to get up and lift my head.

She lingers still in every run,

Not her face, but the hollow space.

I give my all beneath the sun,

While God restores me, grace by grace.

I train with pain that has no name,

With songs I sang but never meant.

They cheer me on, but not the same

As when my soul was still unbent.

I say I’m fine; I say I’m whole,

But faith’s not proof I’ve healed too fast.

It’s just a hand that holds my soul

While I outgrow a love that passed.

So if I win, don’t miss the war—

The verses whispered, breath by breath.

This victory is something more:

It’s love, and loss, and life from death.

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"Funny to Be In Love as a Christian"

05.16.2025

It’s funny to be in love as a Christian,

You pray for peace but she sneaks in your vision.

You ask for guidance, a heart made pure,

Then she shows up, and suddenly you’re unsure.

It’s funny how your prayers get so specific,

One moment you’re steady, the next, you’re prolific.

You talk to God about faith and grace,

Then her smile just won’t leave your space.

Funny to be in love, but wanting to stay strong,

Balancing your heart while you sing your song.

You want to move on, keep your focus tight,

But she’s in your verses, both day and night.

It’s funny to be in love as a Christian—

You know God’s plan, yet feel the friction.

You laugh and you pray, both hope and confession,

Because loving her is your sweetest confession.

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"More than One"

04.10.2025

She's been affecting me in more ways than one,

Like shadows creeping in the warmth of the sun.

In my mind, she lingers, a constant refrain,

Her smile, her voice—each echo a pain.

In training, I falter, I lose my way,

Her image distracts me, steals my sway.

The sweat on my brow, the burn in my chest,

All of it fades when thoughts of her rest.

Academics, too, suffer from this strain,

A lack of focus, a mind full of pain.

I reach for my goals, but they slip from my hand,

As memories of her sweep me like sand.

In my heart, I try to hold back the tide,

But every time, my feelings can't hide.

The harder I fight, the deeper I fall,

A battle for peace, but I lose it all.

She's been affecting me in more ways than one,

In every corner, every race that’s run.

I wish I could let go, but it’s not that clear—

Her presence, her absence, it’s all I still fear.

So here I stand, torn by what could have been,

Fighting a war I can't seem to win.

A love unspoken, a dream unsaid—

Haunting me softly with every thread.

She's been affecting me in more ways than one,

And now I’m left with what’s done is done.

But still, I carry this weight, this fight,

Hoping someday, the end will come with light.

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Charles Baudelaire, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Charles Baudelaire

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"Flowers"

06.11.2025

I never planned to care.

Never meant to look at someone

and see a whole damn garden.

But then there was you—

growing quietly in places I didn’t know were still alive.

And I hated how beautiful that felt.

You weren’t loud.

You didn’t try.

You just were.

And somehow, that wrecked me more

than any storm ever could.

I started writing poems

just to survive you.

Lines blooming like wildflowers

in a heart I swore I locked up.

You never knew

how many times I almost told you.

How many times I held your name

like a thorn in my mouth—

hurting just to keep it there.

You were never mine.

I knew that.

Still, I watched you like a fool watches a sunset,

knowing it’s gonna leave

but still staring anyway.

You were the flower

I never picked.

The one I let go of

just to protect the parts of you

I never had the right to hold.

But damn...

you grew something in me.

Something soft.

Something real.

Something I still carry

every time I pass by petals and pretend they don’t look like you.

And if you ever wonder,

if you ever feel it—

just know:

you were the most beautiful thing

I never touched.

© 2025 -apilado.3d | All rights reserved

Shoutout to @picklemafia for the inspiration

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dont worry guys, theres more poems

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pretty

Moonbows

A moonbow, also known as a lunar rainbow or white rainbow, is a rainbow created by moonlight rather than sunlight. It's formed when light from the moon refracts and reflects off water droplets, like those in rain or mist, creating a visible arc of light in the sky. Moonbows are generally fainter and less colorful than regular rainbows, and they are much rarer due to the need for specific conditions like a full or near-full moon, clear skies, and dark skies.

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"For What Was, For What Will Be."

Song Version 03.31.2025

She was a whisper, soft yet clear,

A fleeting light I held so near.

A dream I kept with quiet hands,

Afraid to break the strands.

I watched the days fold into night,

Like pages left in fading light.

I should have penned my heart so clear,

But silence held me near.

Now someone else has turned the page,

And I am left outside the stage.

A story lost, a chance I missed,

A love I can't insist.

I cursed my hands for trembling so,

My heart too late, too scared to show.

The words unsaid, the steps undone,

The battle never won.

But love’s no prize to steal or claim,

No race to run, no spark to tame.

She chose a road that’s not with me,

And I must set her free.

So now I let my words unwind,

Not hers to hold, but lessons mine.

I set them loose upon the sea,

And leave them there for me.

If love should find me down the road,

When I have learned, when I have grown,

I won’t stand quiet in the dark—

She will know what’s in my heart.

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"The Little Glow I Gave to You"

03.19.2025

It was nothing, really—

just a tiny thing, a quiet glow,

a soft light meant to fade into the corners

of your world without a sound.

I told you I bought too many,

that this one had no place with me,

so maybe—if you wanted—

you could take it instead.

A simple gift, nothing more.

That’s all I let myself say.

But the truth?

The truth is, I chose it for you.

A Smiski, small and strange,

a little thing that hides in the quiet

but never truly disappears.

Like a whisper left behind in the dark.

Because that’s how I’ve always been—

standing just outside the light,

watching, waiting,

never saying too much,

never stepping too close.

Just hoping you’d notice

without needing to ask why.

And maybe you’ll place it by your bedside,

or on a shelf, forgotten until nightfall.

But when the world dims,

when everything else fades,

it will still be there—soft, steady, glowing.

A quiet reminder of something unspoken,

of something that lingers even when unseen.

And maybe one day, you’ll wonder

if it meant more than I ever let on.

Maybe you’ll look at that tiny figure

and feel something stir,

a thought, a memory, a question.

Or maybe you won’t.

Either way, it doesn’t matter.

Because I never gave it to be remembered—

I gave it because I wanted you to have it.

A quiet glow, a small piece of me,

left in your hands.

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