I looked upon each morning as if it is the judgement day,
and battled through my blankets hoping for an hour ... (Click here to read more...)
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I already miss you, yet I do not know you.
I want to talk to you,
share stories and laughter with you,
yet your voice is silent... (Click here to read on...)
share stories and laughter with you,
yet your voice is silent... (Click here to read on...)
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In the eyes of the beholder,
you are deemed perfect.
She's seen all the mistakes,
the cracks, the crevices, (Click here to read more...)
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I have come to a realization that this is a gift
wrapped badly and delivered unexpectedly.
I have come to a decision long ago
To let people's voices affect me so... (Read more...)
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Fun | Enthusiasm | Energy | Fun
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"I feel pretty, oh so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright,
And I pity any girl who isn't me tonight.
Lalalalalala"
A song I heard from a long drowned past
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In the middle of the night, I cannot sleep.
My mind's busy with so many images...
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Go away, go away
Don't ever come my way.
If you don't plan to stay...
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I am hearing the soft sound of your whispers in my ear,
While your body sways graciously
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Yes, I knew.
I knew about her, long before ours even started,
how your heart has already been caught by her,
and how your wishes and dreams always has her image carved out
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I am never the positive end.
Black and white are the only colors I see...
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If I could erase that moment of remembrance
and be back to where I was once...
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That is the golden moment I have been waiting for.
My eyes sharpened its magnifying capacities with my tingling core.
I saw a prince in flesh, wearing a gray shirt and the most indistinct cap,
flipping burgers and sausages with gusto and a loud slap!
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I did not know how it started
and forgotten where...
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It was this which I have came up in my mind:
it's the thought of you I really, really like.
The thought of your soft silky words
passing through my ears...
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Dead Tired
This is the line
that separates me from that.
When my hand's clenched on my chest,
my heart's hurting and bleeding...
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The poet is dead.
Now, I announce to all, that the poet is dead...
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I am a captain of a ship my father has given me
long before anybody was able to travel free;
when his will was to let me drive on the open sea
feeling the wind as it swirl pass me.
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I have already forgotten my dreams -
of being with my greatest fantasy.
I have forgotten -
the feeling of your stare,
the first touch of our chests locked in embrace,
and the silent space we have rendered.
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I am filled with a lot of blanks
of what could have been and can never become.
While these fingertips are tapping on these small boxed letters
that finally translate these thoughts to written works,
my heart is still aching with wanting to become something
and my mind has circling dreams of my deepest personal longings.
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It has been too long, and too tiresome.
While my mind's in a daze from rounding bouts,
my heart seems too heavy and tight from hurting with regrets.
It was not my choice to be blinded
for I am a bud of a flower not yet growing
only starting to show,
only starting to know.
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Letters came in
one after the other,
following a harmonious rhythm,
which you and I synchronously understood.
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Your tongue tasted like honey,
too smooth and silky.
I can't get enough.
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I am never a dreamer.
I mean, I cannot remember the dreams I had
when I was sleeping.
Then you came.
I thought you were reality.
Slowly, slipping away...
dreams become a part of my memory.
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