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16/M/Antipolo City Rizal Phili I want to make the change the world by making poems as well as revive the dying art (Poetry)
I woke underneath the blind illumination Where the dazzling stars sleeps behind the clouds The wide flashes of light draws the sight But left the strata-cumulus unplowed The gaze changes as the sky rolls above me All I could see is the embracing darkness' existence Like a lover's ballad of delight and tranquility Where light and dark shatters the boundary of divergence The fading mist above disentangle When the dawn blooms at the horizon The lanterns of the village starts to illuminate That's when I realize that the stars are kept in every person The starry night is seen in every eye Don't keep it hidden, illuminate the sky
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Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
"Starless Night Sky"
When a moment became a memory When a story became a history None was left to me but these piercing blades That penetrates across my crippled soul A year in a blink, a piece to a whole Like the dazzling dawn that suddenly sets Now I gaze underneath the twinkling stars Embracing a notebook booked by regrets As I wish time goes back before these bars When a moment, a story was written It's a miracle to tick back those days But those moments imprisoned me hidden A true miracle is I walk new ways
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Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
Miracles of May
Once the moon calls upon the tides Hailed high by the waves in renown Then the stars decorate the town Enlightened every hidden sides But sky turns fast as tale was told And the stars shoot into the ground The blue moon became blood and old For, town is nowhere to be found At night the moon can rise the tides But pass unseen ‘cause of the dawn Soon the moon fades unknown and hides Held down to the grave in unknown As long as a star shimmers by Conquering the light and held high Of all that descend shall ascend Just hang firm my beloved friend
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
Thy Dying Art
Those who stare becomes ashes Or the stones will turn to dusts So pile up those stones And make a furnace Ignite the withered leaves And light up the rock Bring forth the flour Showered with water Then let the sweat flow through And the taste would turn to be true Toast it with the flares of your heart Then you will never go hungry As you taste the bread you've shed That's how miracles dwell with sincerity That's how you turn those stones into bread
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
Stones to Bread
On the lightly scarlet skies of April All bright pink petals scattered as they seem Under the Peach tree I opened the seal Drawing different bridges to a dream Across are various majestic temple, Behind are the footprints of the past, Inside are those long beloved people , Around are pink petals that fall so fast As I take foot, the wind blows massively The chimes clamor and the river rages But still look as it shines the scenery Beyond complexity of the ages Whatever bridge my comrade cross I look back still To see the beauty of the Autumn in April
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
Autumn in April
Gaze upon the tear drops of radiant light Slicing across the edge of darkness Scattered shimmering stars of the night Detonating hope through the ages Though darkness devour such great chunks It proves the existence of every glow For without the embracing darkness There's never been light in every shadow Darkness is not an opponent but an unforgiven In the garden where light is dimmer It's where fireflies glow from a blind secret The darker it gets the brighter they shimmer Darkness is a forgotten friend, A forgotten beloved A forgotten master
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Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 1:36 AM UTC
Darkness Beneath
Out from the shadow they travel on foot Under the blazing sun and flaming dunes The tempest whistle like of hole less flute Covered,yet not their heart's ironclad runes From the starless night to the sunless day Their perseverance lives, on front line way Looked down facing foes of infinite race Until some bones be part and flesh erased Over the temptation of the mirage Their sight coveted but their will stand still Desire is death itself in camouflage Perilous would the bridge if its unreal Some might not anchor their boots on the stream Ascension is the compass of the whole Nomads don't dwell the sands for just one dream From goal to goal they travel with their soul
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
The Nomads
Winter passed leaving the burrow empty A wet wounded track wondered the woodland That ascend steeps story after story 'Till a wolf cry be heard across the land Then down to the trail of figs and fiddle Where chase 'came calm and river became stream Like solving a wild unbeknownst riddle Chances did fade below the blue moonbeam Aesthetic would the tulip of the hill But the bloom dwindles on the canine's track Huntsman did came last winter's haunting chill Dispersed, but faith is the core of the pack It's been an epic tale to save one's self The wolf howl and hear echoes like itself
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
A Lone Wolf
The moon's magnifying light Ascends from the midst of the Stonehenge Though held high in an intangible height My crescent right-hand trace and reaches The moons magnifying light
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
The Sign