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PO# 599215
Philippines
Philippines
A moon lost among the stars.
June 16, 2017
 

Love is ink bled in handwritten letters saying hello.

And love is wishing them happiness even after your goodbye.

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June 12, 2017
 

There is a garden of memories
Hidden inside her eyes
And like letters inside a bottle
They drift the waves of everblue
And find their way
As they did before
To the warmth of her shores
And her moonlit heart

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June 5, 2017
 

The letters flee from her paper
For ink refuse to flow
Her rhymes are void of magic
And hearts no longer grow

-Oh he wished her lovely sunshines
Hoped that bliss would fill her heart
For she forgets her own delight
And chose to seek her mournful part

He weeps to see her fade away
For her to want her life to end
And how he wishes for her to know
That in him she'd find a loving friend

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June 1, 2017
 

His wings sewn in his back
No longer meant to soar
So he walked the silent valleys
The never ending shore

He dipped in shallow waters
And mourned beside the everblue
His wrists slit, scarlet bled
For bliss he no longer new

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April 3, 2017
 

Her jet black eyes
They were as nights of old
Her flowing hair
Like great rivers
Reflecting the peace
Of the scarlet clouds
And the painted suns
Her smile was eternal
As enigmatic as the seas
Her voice was wind
And I whistle
With the longing
To hear her heartbeat
The gentle whisper
Resting inside
My maiden's soul
Though aeons may pass
And oceans they fade
My mournful whole
Shall long for her still

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January 8, 2017
 

Dear you,

Am I too much
Of a burden, a weight
That you can no longer hold?

Will you get tired
Of holding these hands
These lonely hands of cold?

And if you do
Could you please tell
The reason you'd say goodbye?

'Cause left I've been
In times before, so say
At least the reason why.

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December 28, 2016
 

I thought of you first
As my eyes opened to witness
The promise of another day
It is the image of your smile
And the sound of your voice
That my soul yearns for
For yesterday I bled
Words and lines for you
And darling as I wake
Rhymes I write with love
From the breaking of dawn
Until the morning night
I'll find myself in bliss
And bleeding for you still

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October 5, 2016
 

Dear you,

Here's my gift.

Let it be the riddle that exceeds the ancient judgement of the Sphinx. The burial ground of poems no longer able to give life to the butterflies that live in the hearts of modern poets. See the way it glitters, like Kheled-zâram the fair ere the awakening of the Firstborns. And let it be known, that you are more than these things.

For my gift is but a reminder. That there is a universe in you, an assemblage of old spells and star dusts. A million suns that bring warmth to the mundane moon that lies inside of me. May it be a reminder that you, darling, are many things, and never ordinary.

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September 24, 2016
 

As the clock ticks away
the seconds and hours
No longer chasing
the wildest dreams
All is spent in pace,
each moment savoured
And every stare given
holds a promise

Yet he knew right then,
that time would rule,
and snatch this peace away
And he'd find
his promises kept
And his heart broken

For tragedies like his
Happened in many lifetimes
And such pain made him weak
That all he could think of
is who would it be this time,
who would he give his heart to
and when would she break it
For he was led to believe
that him being left broken
is something so inevitable

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September 23, 2016
 

No, she is not the girl that you'd find easy to comprehend
For she is a wonder, and her mind is a universe.
You can never tell what she is thinking.
For her mind dwells into deeper deeps
wherein you can never possibly be

She is in a way, enigmatic, and in many others,
an open-book.
Though transparent may her pages be,
you can't and will never be able to decipher
the secrets etched inside.

She is not your silly girl that you might call naive.
She is a lady and a heroine
who had her own share of battles.
And never think that she needs your saving
She already slew dragons in her waking story

For she is not your ordinary girl.
She is the writer, and she is the poem.
She's a servant, but she's...

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September 21, 2016
 

Dear you,

I like you, and I know that many others hold the same admiration that I have. You're out of my league, so maybe it's better for me to adore you from afar, just like how an artist can only gaze at a masterpiece. And as a poet, all I can do about this, is to write. Because to say, is hard.

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September 21, 2016
 

Dear you,

As my pen bleeds, my mind floods with images of your smile.

No poems for now, only thoughts of you.

And let it be a promise, that tomorrow (I'll think of you) I'll write for you again.

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September 20, 2016
 

                      He always fell
                        For souls who dwell
                          In places he can never be
                                               - His hamartia

                      Always when falling
                         His heart ends up breaking
                           When will I be loved? Asked he
                                              -  His nostalgia

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September 19, 2016
 

Dear you,

Is it wrong for me
To feel this way
To write your name
Through rhymes?

Is it right for me
To freely say
When we have spent
Such little time?

Would you even see
The little me
In your world
So far away?

And if I do tell
This secret spell
Would you even
Let me stay?

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September 18, 2016
 

I dive into unknown depths
Without having any thoughts of resurfacing
I crave for the embrace of the cold waters
To sink in the welcome of the silent sleep
I smile when death slowly watched
and recognition was written in his face
He left after returning the smile I gave
Knowing that I will no longer drown,
for I already have.

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September 17, 2016
 

He took out all his love
and wanted to give it to her
So he poured it all
into a bottle

And he threw it to the sea
For she is a soul
that lives in the deeper deep
And he, one that cannot swim

He conceded against odds
And even fate was ever his enemy
For he is unwelcomed by the depths
And to love her is to drown

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September 16, 2016
 

Again I sit beneath the sky

A realm of dreams and possibilities

With Mother Moon coldly singing

her requiem for my heart

Every word she breathes is an elegy

as condolence to a love torn apart

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September 15, 2016
 

Got so used to little goodbyes

that hellos became so rare

Silenced by the silence

to talk, he did not dare

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September 14, 2016
 

When poets write
Odes and rhymes
Parts of them
They have given

In poet's lines
Hides the desire
That they themselves
In pages be written

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September 13, 2016
 

His pen in hand
No longer means to write
It is now to bleed
To paint some red in white

His hand scribbling
He spent many little whiles
It took him a short forever
To sing about her smile

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September 12, 2016
 

        The passing night
              with its orchestra of stars
                    Brought their melody

They filled the world
      with captivating notes
             Drowning the cacophony

                       It was the familiar rest
                              That the world felt
                                      In ages past

              A fleeing moment
                    Of forever's promise
                          and love that didn't last

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September 11, 2016
 

The new feelings
Bloom from the death
Of love unrequited
And ancient lines

The mediocre's fear
So great so deep
Brought silence
Behind his rhymes

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September 11, 2016
 

Read me like one of your books
Embrace the familiar scent
that lingers as you flip every page
Find comfort in the letters
etched with the old magics
And may you long to read me
all over again.

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September 11, 2016
 

The night is cold
the world is sleeping
And pen I hold
in gentle keeping
For moons and lines
shall live again
In words that rhyme
with souls of men.
And bleed I shall
Til morning wakes
Along the dawn
I too shall break.

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September 11, 2016
 

As the night flies
I stare into the sky
The sheets of emptiness
marked with a thousand stars
Such is the sky
that is in me
No matter how many lights
there may be
the emptiness is greater still

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September 11, 2016
 

As I gaze upon this world of poets
The mediocre in me shies away
Yet my heart finds rest
For my soul is drawn
To the poem that is called you

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