camilleavila - Hello Poetry

I love you but you love someone else.

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Mar 31, 2016

Mar 31, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC

camilleavila

Our Story (8w)

I love you but you love someone else.

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she was a poet, and he was her pen. in him, she always found words to write, songs to sing, thoughts to think. he'd smile, and kiss her softly, and say, "write me a poem." and she would. she'd put poe, and whitman, and shakespeare to shame, and she'd write a poem that made his eyes water. she'd compare him to a rose with no thorns, a book with no end, a world with no poverty -- the things we all wish for, but can never attain. // he asked her one day, "what am i?" and so she picked up her pen, and began the usual: *you are the shining sun after a hurricane, with rays that open the eyes of the blind.* but he stopped her after those two lines, and said that this time, he didn't want any metaphors, or similes, or analogies. he wanted the truth. and so on that night, as he slept, the poet picked up her pen, and she wrote. she wrote, then thought better of it, then started over again, and this cycle continued well into the early hours of the morning, until suddenly, she wrote, frantic, *if i can't love you for what you really are, have i ever really loved you at all?* this, too, she thought better of, condemning it to the trash. the next morning the poet was gone, her final work a mere two words: i'm sorry. (a.m.)

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camilleavila

Mar 31, 2016

Mar 31, 2016 at 6:01 AM UTC

aarxn

writer's block

she was a poet, and he was her pen. in him, she always found words to write, songs to sing, thoughts to think. he'd smile, and kiss her softly, and say, "write me a poem." and she would. she'd put poe, and whitman, and shakespeare to shame, and she'd write a poem that made his eyes water. she'd compare him to a rose with no thorns, a book with no end, a world with no poverty -- the things we all wish for, but can never attain. // he asked her one day, "what am i?" and so she picked up her pen, and began the usual: *you are the shining sun after a hurricane, with rays that open the eyes of the blind.* but he stopped her after those two lines, and said that this time, he didn't want any metaphors, or similes, or analogies. he wanted the truth. and so on that night, as he slept, the poet picked up her pen, and she wrote. she wrote, then thought better of it, then started over again, and this cycle continued well into the early hours of the morning, until suddenly, she wrote, frantic, *if i can't love you for what you really are, have i ever really loved you at all?* this, too, she thought better of, condemning it to the trash. the next morning the poet was gone, her final work a mere two words: i'm sorry. (a.m.)

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We danced toward each other's wounds with gentle step and touched inside and now the bleeding has resumed and all this blood is hard to hide.

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camilleavila

Mar 31, 2016

Mar 31, 2016 at 6:00 AM UTC

bones24

Bleeding

We danced toward each other's wounds with gentle step and touched inside and now the bleeding has resumed and all this blood is hard to hide.

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Lulubog ang araw Maaalala kang muli Alaala natin'y babalik Na para bang kahapon lang lahat ng nangyari. Habang nakatitig sa langit, Sa buwan at bituin Ika'y andito sa puso't isipan hindi na maalis Sa bawat oras na lumilipas Lungkot saya ang nararamdaman Ngingiti, Luluha Dahil sa alaala nang nakaraan At sa paglitaw ng Araw Panandalian kang makakalimutan Ngunit sa muling paglubog nito Andito ka ulit, sa puso't isipan.

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Mar 31, 2016

Mar 31, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC

camilleavila

Luna estrella

Lulubog ang araw Maaalala kang muli Alaala natin'y babalik Na para bang kahapon lang lahat ng nangyari. Habang nakatitig sa langit, Sa buwan at bituin Ika'y andito sa puso't isipan hindi na maalis Sa bawat oras na lumilipas Lungkot saya ang nararamdaman Ngingiti, Luluha Dahil sa alaala nang nakaraan At sa paglitaw ng Araw Panandalian kang makakalimutan Ngunit sa muling paglubog nito Andito ka ulit, sa puso't isipan.

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Lumipas na ang mga araw Kasabay nito ang ating alaala Ngunit hindi pa rin mawala wala Ang iyong imahen sa aking isipan Matang nakakaakit, Labing mapula, Magagandang ngiti, At boses na napakasarap pakinggan Lahat ng ito'y gustong makita't maranasan muli Ngunit ako'y naguguluhan, Tama bang naisin ko lahat ng ito Kung ako naman ang lumayo.

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Mar 31, 2016

Mar 31, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC

camilleavila

Tama ba

Lumipas na ang mga araw Kasabay nito ang ating alaala Ngunit hindi pa rin mawala wala Ang iyong imahen sa aking isipan Matang nakakaakit, Labing mapula, Magagandang ngiti, At boses na napakasarap pakinggan Lahat ng ito'y gustong makita't maranasan muli Ngunit ako'y naguguluhan, Tama bang naisin ko lahat ng ito Kung ako naman ang lumayo.

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