dwayne-jordan-luis - Hello Poetry

To where the musical notes may lead. To where the lyrics may start to bleed. To where my dear hearts resides. To where my mind continuously decides. To every beat of the rhythm of the drum. To every string to where fingers have strum. To every white keys my fingers have placed. To every black keys my fingers gave haste. It was not written by me. Nor did I see a new colored hue, to the beautiful you. To the love songs that I have never written. To that pain I have never eaten. To the hands I once thought to hold. To the smile that never can be sold. To the love songs that I have never written: It was never meant to be written. It was meant to be read aloud. It is to be courageous and proud. It is to compose without ever knowing. It was felt without the aid of thinking. To the love songs I have never written. To the love songs that I could have written. To the love songs I knew I have spoken. To the love songs where my heart lies broken.

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Mar 27, 2017

Mar 27, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC

To the Love Songs I Have Never Written

To where the musical notes may lead. To where the lyrics may start to bleed. To where my dear hearts resides. To where my mind continuously decides. To every beat of the rhythm of the drum. To every string to where fingers have strum. To every white keys my fingers have placed. To every black keys my fingers gave haste. It was not written by me. Nor did I see a new colored hue, to the beautiful you. To the love songs that I have never written. To that pain I have never eaten. To the hands I once thought to hold. To the smile that never can be sold. To the love songs that I have never written: It was never meant to be written. It was meant to be read aloud. It is to be courageous and proud. It is to compose without ever knowing. It was felt without the aid of thinking. To the love songs I have never written. To the love songs that I could have written. To the love songs I knew I have spoken. To the love songs where my heart lies broken.

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There was once a man who was known as the dreamweaver. With eyes open, he knows he can. Rarely could you hear him say 'Never'. He stared at the stars like he knew them one by one. Never knew he had hidden scars from a past never begone. There existed a time where dreams were weave to be worn not to sublime. To recieve nothing is what he believe. 'It is normal' he said with conviction in his eyes. It was a dead-promise laid into a bed of ice. With realization upon his face, he began to think that weaving was not a race. It is saving something from the brink of nothingness to become reality. To become something to cherish. To help a passionate entity. To create a blissful wish. With the whole galaxy in his hands, he began to stretch the cosmic-fabric. Shaking what dares to stand, and to colorful music and lyric. With happiness in his face, he continued to weave and weave until the moons began to cross maze to chase a dream that began to leave. He continued to weave until the galaxy loses all of its life. He knew it was his destiny despite ending there he still strive. 'If only there was someone who could weave the same as I do. Then everyone will be left by no one. No one is outgrew.' There lies in his dream the weaver of dreams forever it was only him, and his story in the cosmic-stream.

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Mar 27, 2017

Mar 27, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC

The Dreamweaver

There was once a man who was known as the dreamweaver. With eyes open, he knows he can. Rarely could you hear him say 'Never'. He stared at the stars like he knew them one by one. Never knew he had hidden scars from a past never begone. There existed a time where dreams were weave to be worn not to sublime. To recieve nothing is what he believe. 'It is normal' he said with conviction in his eyes. It was a dead-promise laid into a bed of ice. With realization upon his face, he began to think that weaving was not a race. It is saving something from the brink of nothingness to become reality. To become something to cherish. To help a passionate entity. To create a blissful wish. With the whole galaxy in his hands, he began to stretch the cosmic-fabric. Shaking what dares to stand, and to colorful music and lyric. With happiness in his face, he continued to weave and weave until the moons began to cross maze to chase a dream that began to leave. He continued to weave until the galaxy loses all of its life. He knew it was his destiny despite ending there he still strive. 'If only there was someone who could weave the same as I do. Then everyone will be left by no one. No one is outgrew.' There lies in his dream the weaver of dreams forever it was only him, and his story in the cosmic-stream.

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The trees sip through the vast rivers of the Earth. Like a man worried to death. Like a man walking to and fro. The alphas guide their weak. Not giving independence, but claws burrowed tense, like a pleading sick who seek. Why do stars twinkle at night? Why do stars twinkle at mere sight? Why do stars give its light? Why do stars twinkle at night? I paint my mind with the colors of your smile. Those precious smile that makes everything rewind even time that we cannot hold. It is quick as the dunes of the desert. It is as fragile as dirt, but held and not foretold. Why do stars twinkle at night? Why do stars twinkle at mere sight? Why do stars give its light? Why do stars twinkle at night? Because the night was right to embrace you tight in this warm delight. And that is why, my love, stars twinkle at night.

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Mar 26, 2017

Mar 26, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC

Why Do Stars Twinkle at Night?

The trees sip through the vast rivers of the Earth. Like a man worried to death. Like a man walking to and fro. The alphas guide their weak. Not giving independence, but claws burrowed tense, like a pleading sick who seek. Why do stars twinkle at night? Why do stars twinkle at mere sight? Why do stars give its light? Why do stars twinkle at night? I paint my mind with the colors of your smile. Those precious smile that makes everything rewind even time that we cannot hold. It is quick as the dunes of the desert. It is as fragile as dirt, but held and not foretold. Why do stars twinkle at night? Why do stars twinkle at mere sight? Why do stars give its light? Why do stars twinkle at night? Because the night was right to embrace you tight in this warm delight. And that is why, my love, stars twinkle at night.

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Let us take a drive to a road where flowers are smiling upon us. To a road where the smell of summertime is flowing through our veins. The breeze of the wind that carries the wishes of the dandelions. To a road where every word uttered by our lips are syrups of chocolate and strawberry. To a road where the stars shine the brightest when we look up the nightsky. To a road where smile is all you will see. My friend, it takes a mile to smile. It takes a while to smile.

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Mar 3, 2017

Mar 3, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC

It Takes a Mile to Smile

Let us take a drive to a road where flowers are smiling upon us. To a road where the smell of summertime is flowing through our veins. The breeze of the wind that carries the wishes of the dandelions. To a road where every word uttered by our lips are syrups of chocolate and strawberry. To a road where the stars shine the brightest when we look up the nightsky. To a road where smile is all you will see. My friend, it takes a mile to smile. It takes a while to smile.

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Bibigyan kita ng tula. Hindi panghuhula... kundi tula. Hindi magiging napakahaba. Hindi ka naman palabasa para iyong mabasa ang mga bagay-bagay na sumasangay kung ano ba talaga ang tunay na halaga ng tulang isusulat ko para sa utak mo na tuliro. Sa mga nabasa kong libro wala na sigurong mas magulo kaysa sa iyo na kapag hindi mo na nakuha ang iyong gusto ay bigla-bigla ka nalang babato ng mga salitang magpapaginhawa sa iyo. Pero tandaan mo bago ka pa magbigay ng mga salita mo ay marami na akong alam na salita sa diksyonaryo na sadyang binabasa ko kasi umay ako sa mga salita ng mga tao na paulit-ulit at sadyang parikit nang parikit. Hindi mo narin na kailangang pagsabihang kumain na sapagkat ako ay may isip at hindi nagpapaihip sa mga bagay na dapat na ginagawa ng taong may tamang isip. Nako. Sentido kumon mo ay naihip. Wala akong inaasahan na pag-uusap na magaganap dahil matagal ko nang tanggap na tinuring na akong mapagpanggap dahil lang sa desisyon na ninanais ko lamang ng aksyon dahil ayun ang magiging paraan kung paano gagaan ang mga bagay na ninanais **** balikan. Hindi na ako makapagbigay ng **** na lubos na kasing laki ng dati sapagkat hindi mo naman talaga kayang isantabi ang iyong mga saya. Tila nakakahiya naman sa mga salita **** dapat na malaman ko ba talaga kasi mga payo ko ay dumaan lang sa labi. Payo ko ay narinig at dumaan pero lumabas lang sa isang lagusan. Ako ay iyong narinig gamit ang tainga **** mahilig sa mga tunog na panbasag-pinggan kaya ako ay hindi napakinggan. Hindi rin naintindihan. Naging gusto kita kahit hindi naman kinakailangan. Para sa utak **** tuliro. Uulitin ko ulit para sa iyo. Hindi na kita gusto ayan ang kailangan na malaman mo. Ibaon mo sa isip mo katulad ng pagbaon mo sa galit at sakit na ipinaglalaban mo na nakakatulong sa iyo na mapaginhawa ang pakiramdam mo na sinasabi mo ngang hindi ko man naisaalang-alang kasi hinahakot ko lang ang mga kati ng mga nakalipas na hapdi at kirot. Ang pwede ko lang pala maramdaman ay ang sarili kong kurot. Pinapaligaya mo ako pero hindi kita kailangan. Hindi kita kailangan para ibahagi sa mundo kung gaano ako katalino. Hindi kita kailangan para ipakita ang mga halakhalak ko sa maraming tao. Hindi kita kailangan para malaman ko na may nakakaintindi sa akin. Pasensya na pero hindi kita kailangan.

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Mar 2, 2017

Mar 2, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC

Pero Hindi Kita Kailangan

Bibigyan kita ng tula. Hindi panghuhula... kundi tula. Hindi magiging napakahaba. Hindi ka naman palabasa para iyong mabasa ang mga bagay-bagay na sumasangay kung ano ba talaga ang tunay na halaga ng tulang isusulat ko para sa utak mo na tuliro. Sa mga nabasa kong libro wala na sigurong mas magulo kaysa sa iyo na kapag hindi mo na nakuha ang iyong gusto ay bigla-bigla ka nalang babato ng mga salitang magpapaginhawa sa iyo. Pero tandaan mo bago ka pa magbigay ng mga salita mo ay marami na akong alam na salita sa diksyonaryo na sadyang binabasa ko kasi umay ako sa mga salita ng mga tao na paulit-ulit at sadyang parikit nang parikit. Hindi mo narin na kailangang pagsabihang kumain na sapagkat ako ay may isip at hindi nagpapaihip sa mga bagay na dapat na ginagawa ng taong may tamang isip. Nako. Sentido kumon mo ay naihip. Wala akong inaasahan na pag-uusap na magaganap dahil matagal ko nang tanggap na tinuring na akong mapagpanggap dahil lang sa desisyon na ninanais ko lamang ng aksyon dahil ayun ang magiging paraan kung paano gagaan ang mga bagay na ninanais **** balikan. Hindi na ako makapagbigay ng **** na lubos na kasing laki ng dati sapagkat hindi mo naman talaga kayang isantabi ang iyong mga saya. Tila nakakahiya naman sa mga salita **** dapat na malaman ko ba talaga kasi mga payo ko ay dumaan lang sa labi. Payo ko ay narinig at dumaan pero lumabas lang sa isang lagusan. Ako ay iyong narinig gamit ang tainga **** mahilig sa mga tunog na panbasag-pinggan kaya ako ay hindi napakinggan. Hindi rin naintindihan. Naging gusto kita kahit hindi naman kinakailangan. Para sa utak **** tuliro. Uulitin ko ulit para sa iyo. Hindi na kita gusto ayan ang kailangan na malaman mo. Ibaon mo sa isip mo katulad ng pagbaon mo sa galit at sakit na ipinaglalaban mo na nakakatulong sa iyo na mapaginhawa ang pakiramdam mo na sinasabi mo ngang hindi ko man naisaalang-alang kasi hinahakot ko lang ang mga kati ng mga nakalipas na hapdi at kirot. Ang pwede ko lang pala maramdaman ay ang sarili kong kurot. Pinapaligaya mo ako pero hindi kita kailangan. Hindi kita kailangan para ibahagi sa mundo kung gaano ako katalino. Hindi kita kailangan para ipakita ang mga halakhalak ko sa maraming tao. Hindi kita kailangan para malaman ko na may nakakaintindi sa akin. Pasensya na pero hindi kita kailangan.

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I am going to play on a hot summer day the song that you will remember. A feeling that is tender that will make you want it forever. A song for you who have been always true despite of the blue that seperated me from you. Take my hand. Let us walk through the sand where our friends are waiting, the crowds cheering, the birds chirping, the choir singing. I lend you this ring not to make the night sing but to make Heaven's bells ring.

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Mar 1, 2017

Mar 1, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC

A Beach Wedding

I am going to play on a hot summer day the song that you will remember. A feeling that is tender that will make you want it forever. A song for you who have been always true despite of the blue that seperated me from you. Take my hand. Let us walk through the sand where our friends are waiting, the crowds cheering, the birds chirping, the choir singing. I lend you this ring not to make the night sing but to make Heaven's bells ring.

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She is licking her fingers... Why does she? Maybe of me? The... taste of me. I cannot believe it. WHY am I so helpless!? Why?... Why did I do? Have I done wrong?... My knees. Help me. I cannot feel them... They would not budge. Even my wrist! No... There has to be a way. Wait. What now? What is she doing?! She is removing my nails... It hurts! It hurts so bad. I can feel the pain throughout my body. Just stop! I told you to stop! 'Hey.' Wait. Who is there? 'Kill her.' No. As I hear the voice in my head, she started to bite me. Those teeth were like of a wolf. It made me... bled. She keeps on doing. Spreading every saliva she could give. Biting every flesh her mouth could detect. SHE is a monster! A mad scientist. A perverted one. Sadistic. Her long finger nails reopened my heald wounds. Salt. Now, she is rubbing it with SALT! Why do you keep on doing this?! 'Just do what I say!' No. I shall not **** I do not want to be like them! 'Just **** her!' No! 'Or would you just...' Just what?... '...be left to die?' Something in me snapped. No. I was the one... I was certain. I was the one... who must be called... a monster. Everything went black. For a second... I thought I was dead. I wished I was dead so that this pain... will never be felt. I opened my eyes. IT WAS HORRIBLE! The room turned red. Inside flesh were scattered all over the floor. The wall... The wall was left with two large holes. Who did this? That woman? No. No! NO! She was split in half... She was pulverized into everything... She... Unbelievable. Has many syringe marks. Who did this?! Then I heard... a laugh. The laugh that made my skin crawl. 'You did!' No! 'Yes.' There is NO way! 'Yes!' I vomitted. Why is it red? Is this blood? Blood? IT is! 'You do not remember.' REMEMBER what?! 'You tortured her. You were the one who injected the strain. You made her bleed all over again.' Tears fell down from my eyes... 'And by the way. You have been doing that for three straight days!'

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Feb 28, 2017

Feb 28, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC

No. 003: Best of Both Worlds

She is licking her fingers... Why does she? Maybe of me? The... taste of me. I cannot believe it. WHY am I so helpless!? Why?... Why did I do? Have I done wrong?... My knees. Help me. I cannot feel them... They would not budge. Even my wrist! No... There has to be a way. Wait. What now? What is she doing?! She is removing my nails... It hurts! It hurts so bad. I can feel the pain throughout my body. Just stop! I told you to stop! 'Hey.' Wait. Who is there? 'Kill her.' No. As I hear the voice in my head, she started to bite me. Those teeth were like of a wolf. It made me... bled. She keeps on doing. Spreading every saliva she could give. Biting every flesh her mouth could detect. SHE is a monster! A mad scientist. A perverted one. Sadistic. Her long finger nails reopened my heald wounds. Salt. Now, she is rubbing it with SALT! Why do you keep on doing this?! 'Just do what I say!' No. I shall not **** I do not want to be like them! 'Just **** her!' No! 'Or would you just...' Just what?... '...be left to die?' Something in me snapped. No. I was the one... I was certain. I was the one... who must be called... a monster. Everything went black. For a second... I thought I was dead. I wished I was dead so that this pain... will never be felt. I opened my eyes. IT WAS HORRIBLE! The room turned red. Inside flesh were scattered all over the floor. The wall... The wall was left with two large holes. Who did this? That woman? No. No! NO! She was split in half... She was pulverized into everything... She... Unbelievable. Has many syringe marks. Who did this?! Then I heard... a laugh. The laugh that made my skin crawl. 'You did!' No! 'Yes.' There is NO way! 'Yes!' I vomitted. Why is it red? Is this blood? Blood? IT is! 'You do not remember.' REMEMBER what?! 'You tortured her. You were the one who injected the strain. You made her bleed all over again.' Tears fell down from my eyes... 'And by the way. You have been doing that for three straight days!'

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I... almost got lost in darkness despite knowing the craving to face... the truth. He lived in me. HE almost consumed me. Once again, I let myself drown into darkness. Not to be corrupt by it, but to put an end in him. I slumbered into darkness to find him. To find and **** him! My other side. The other me who is a maniac of pain and sadness. A manifestation of sadness. Of deep anger! The negative. The hopeless... Or the many more words that darkness could offer. I... bid farewell to the lost. To him... To Brent.

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Feb 26, 2017

Feb 26, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC

Killing Brent

I... almost got lost in darkness despite knowing the craving to face... the truth. He lived in me. HE almost consumed me. Once again, I let myself drown into darkness. Not to be corrupt by it, but to put an end in him. I slumbered into darkness to find him. To find and **** him! My other side. The other me who is a maniac of pain and sadness. A manifestation of sadness. Of deep anger! The negative. The hopeless... Or the many more words that darkness could offer. I... bid farewell to the lost. To him... To Brent.

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I was beaten. ...I was like an animal. THEY knew I was an animal. An experimentation for the tricks they cannot do to themselves. Yes... Experimented. A lab rat... My skin was burned. Their cigars were filling the air as if the city was shoveled from the ground and... was placed into this Pandemonium. My... Pandemonium. Belzeebub... as I called that huge smelly mad or whatever creature he is... Was in charge of the equipments stained with my blood... The room where the apparatus are being kept felt like mass ****** The difference? Every drip of blood is mine... every pile of sweat was secreted by me... every teardrop came from me. I was tormented for nights. I cannot close my eyes even if I want to. Once you feel hell. YOU might as well say that you are indeed in hell. Succubus... The succubus also wears a lab coat. Each sound that the metallic sliding doors made was... terrifying. I know... I shall be abused again. Or shall I? It never made a difference... My wrists were still broken. My hands were tightly chained on the wall... putting me flat on it. I was set to stand but... Everytime that 'Succubus' WILL visit, they will inject my knees with tranquilizers that strangely enough isolates it from being controlled. I was weak... She made me weak. My wounds were treated with salt. Rubbing them as if I was a steak... I was a treat. HER treat. Her sensuality is driving her crazy. No... she is sick! HELP ME! I shouted... from my mind. It is impossible to beg for help. No one is near... Or should I say... Everybody is gone. My thoughts were ongoing while she plays with my body. My deep wounds she reopened with her fingers... Licking it like popsicle... I was like a map. Her tongue travelled on every roads of it. I want to fight back. I NEED to. But... I am weak. My only rest is another torture. I am injected with a substance that makes my body speed up the healing process. They injected me with that... not to help me but to make me feel... everything. Over and over again.

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Feb 26, 2017

Feb 26, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC

No. 003: Prologue

I was beaten. ...I was like an animal. THEY knew I was an animal. An experimentation for the tricks they cannot do to themselves. Yes... Experimented. A lab rat... My skin was burned. Their cigars were filling the air as if the city was shoveled from the ground and... was placed into this Pandemonium. My... Pandemonium. Belzeebub... as I called that huge smelly mad or whatever creature he is... Was in charge of the equipments stained with my blood... The room where the apparatus are being kept felt like mass ****** The difference? Every drip of blood is mine... every pile of sweat was secreted by me... every teardrop came from me. I was tormented for nights. I cannot close my eyes even if I want to. Once you feel hell. YOU might as well say that you are indeed in hell. Succubus... The succubus also wears a lab coat. Each sound that the metallic sliding doors made was... terrifying. I know... I shall be abused again. Or shall I? It never made a difference... My wrists were still broken. My hands were tightly chained on the wall... putting me flat on it. I was set to stand but... Everytime that 'Succubus' WILL visit, they will inject my knees with tranquilizers that strangely enough isolates it from being controlled. I was weak... She made me weak. My wounds were treated with salt. Rubbing them as if I was a steak... I was a treat. HER treat. Her sensuality is driving her crazy. No... she is sick! HELP ME! I shouted... from my mind. It is impossible to beg for help. No one is near... Or should I say... Everybody is gone. My thoughts were ongoing while she plays with my body. My deep wounds she reopened with her fingers... Licking it like popsicle... I was like a map. Her tongue travelled on every roads of it. I want to fight back. I NEED to. But... I am weak. My only rest is another torture. I am injected with a substance that makes my body speed up the healing process. They injected me with that... not to help me but to make me feel... everything. Over and over again.

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