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dennis-go
Filipino Dennis hails from Manila, Philippines.
Darkness, can I talk To you for a moment? You must be what light Conveys yo to be - Lonely and desperate. Still as the tides of the ocean, You waited for the chance That could bring midnight alive, But but in vain. All's left was The shadow of an unloving star, Destitute and barren. So it is like when I met her. So it is like. She smiled When I turned away.
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Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 7:17 AM UTC
Conversing
With death I send My regards. To the grave I place My spirit. To the ashes I dissolve My soul. To you I conclude That death Contours Eternity And his form.
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Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 5:57 PM UTC
With Death
The moment you left me I see myself walking away With nowhere left to go, Nowhere else to stay. I see it all fly: The memories, the promises. No reason for me to live on. The pain left me all in silence. Gone swiftly like the wind Seeing those memories falter... Nothing is clear with me Living without you forever. I'll try to live my life The way I did without you, But love shattered it all Now I can never even forget you. How could I be so blind? Reasons still remain unclear. You left me for good, that's all I know; Right here all in tears.
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Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 5:18 AM UTC
The Moment You Left Me
Wise men tell their tales Of yesteryear With vigor and pride To youngsters and noblemen In accordance With their passion To teach. Fools tell their stories Of mockeries With evil and filth To ascertain encomium In accordance With their pleasure To scorn. Young ones keep silent And understand As the words are drawn From both the fool and the wise In accordance With their desire To learn.
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Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 4:21 AM UTC
Stories To Tell
I, Yellow. No different Than others. Whites on Whites... Blacks on Blacks... Browns on Browns... Racism. How will it be When the tie Binds Diverging colors?
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Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 4:20 PM UTC
Racial Conflict
Pinpoint me Towards light For its passage Is never visible. Shun death And take my hand For the eternal travel Of souls. The place is dark. I can't walk with my own Guiding lamp, no more oil Left to burn.
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Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 4:19 PM UTC
Pinpoint Me Towards Light
One who flies away Never returns, saddening All what matters most In a deranged life Of individuals. Bitter Words have enough say As grief speaks in a similar Tongue, plainly in blank ****** expressions with No feeling whatsoever. Only the recurring image Of wings flapping stay Undisturbed of life's decoy.
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Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 4:17 PM UTC
One Who Flies Away
Morning wakens To cradle lost souls Bonded By its hand. Undoubtedly, It touches the wound Branded On my skin. The pain rests awhile And drudges itself Among the numbness Of scars.
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Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC
Morning
Lady Luck approached me. Lady Luck waved goodbye. Two short years of "warmth-ness", Two long years of lies. "Love is for suckers." I believe him. The old man's words were true. If only I believed him then, That day when I'm in rue...
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Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 10:25 PM UTC
Love Is For Suckers
To me You are The heating sun, Giver of life, Shower of warmth. I am To you The iceberg Melting.
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Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 6:01 PM UTC
Greenhouse Effect