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Sun_accent
Sun_accent
16/F/Quezon City Philippines The sun has a voice now. / It is not enough to be heard, the most powerful weapon is the power to write and to inspire other people.
I don't know how to name or call of what we have but one thing for sure and I am certain.. I like to be with you all the time, I like how you make me smile with your corny jokes, I like how you pay attention on my stories, I like it when you notice my mannerism, and I like it when you pay attention on my likes and dislikes in everything. Loving you was possible but honey we'll have to climb mountains for that to happened.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
Honey Bens
A woman has a battle field within herself. Fighting to do the right thing, avoiding men and it's ********** , declaring war over war within herself everyday. If she bleed she is the winner.
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
A Victory of Woman
This girl has a mask, trying her best to be great and different She own a lot of compliments from people, her happiness depend on it. And she loves attention more than cheetos
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
Who is she?
Living is a cross That any one of the rock-faces Comprehends. We are drawn To many seas. We drown wholesomely In the failures of confrontation. The rain Drenching Our doorsteps Has nothing to do With the simplest desires And lacerations We bring To the smallest acts Of living. The child On the broken catwalk Hearing the sounds of our hunger Without understanding Throws echoes back To the earliest abandonments Of love. Minor devastations preceding Horror Resonate the ineffable. The mothers that wake At the slightest sound And the fathers that Smoke all night And the rest of us who are Vigilantes from the demons Of oppressed sleep Find at dawn the clearest Images of bewilderment. Even the best things Collapse beneath the weight Of ignorance. Living is a fire That any one of the wave-lashes Comprehends. _________ Source: http://www.universeofpoetry.org/nigeria.shtml
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
Living is a Fire
A catfish laughs. It thinks of other catfishes In other ponds.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC
A catfish laughs.
Through time she grown waiting for the sun to gleam, waiting for you to love me back again. You've used me many times you eat me like I am your victim nectar you are a soldier bee and I am your surrendered flower Sunset, I am drought Sunrise, believing that you will love me again willing to fall into your trap defining how I am into you.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 4:52 AM UTC
The Shadows of the Sun