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gian-carlo-r-arceo
gian-carlo-r-arceo
Filipino hello... to the world of words.... the inkheart and the life and thoughts of expressive yet magnificent life of writers... since my tween years i learned to love poetry, i don't know or maybe i had suffered long enough of amnesia, but all i know was, one day i found it fun to read poetry.... and now i am trying all my might to write poems in various subjects...everyday it is always my goal to write a poem or two before i start my day officially or else before my pillow kiss me at night for a sweet dream... since then it is always part of my system to look for sparks in order for my thoughts comes into life... i am a poet by heart in my own right... i just wish to improve more my works and to drive myself to be more persistent to write for inspiration and for substantive difference.... because through poetry this is the only way for me to express my freedom!!!!!
Walking in the road witness passerby's journey directions lead way. Sailing the ocean how might you freak out waves morning dew, you are. To fly high, you dream afraid of Icarus' fate soul, keep in the shell. Drive the way to search new lands, new lads and lasses, self! anyway, keep distance. Fear not, break not, journey! drive, climb, walk, swim, fly, run, slow! never, journey less.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 3:18 AM UTC
Traveller's Quest
Hidden at the back of my mind an idyllic vision taking a trip to span all continents. Travel to Asia's Great Wall, Europe's Eiffel Tower Africa's Giza Pyramid, America's Statue of Liberty. Travel by Aladdin's magic carpet spell-bound and comfortable, yet bewitched. Travel for too long for an endless trip, there it is my destination. A final full of dreams, a final to come true a destination that fir altogether a destination with that jigsaw. I cry to reach for destination I wait for long hours, saying myself when I reach it - that will be it this trip is for lasting happiness. But last destination lost it's a dram, can't believe t'was a dream a dream which outdistances me. Next time, I promise not to travel with that genie's carpet again go to walk through path untrodden go to climb Mt. Mayon, swim more to the Pacific deep go bare footed in the Gobi I promise, I promise to live more my travel the destination, the next stop sooner in sight than I expect it to be.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 2:55 AM UTC
Travel 2018916
I love my very own pen a pen easy to push a pen for truth lies out-cast! I love my pen the way it goes along with my helical head the way it goes swift with my roguish paper the way it writes blank prose delighted? Not me, it's them or you. non-sense fonts, they say I beg for disgrace for they are the power of my visions thing they are the power of my dark ink freedom sharpened, inked I scribbled its wisdom Thoughts once ooze out ideas irretrievable impressions? I don't need exactly its ballpoint's labor of thoughts desires for precession and harmony of ideas never pirate.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 2:48 AM UTC
Ballpen
They say: we, humans, were born for reasons then blinded for a reason was I? or, muted for a reason was I? intricately, not to see the beauty of the world's wonder not to sing the melody of sweet rhythmic dulcet, yet precious, perfect unique design they call I am, God's special one. I can't see I am, still I can't say I am thus, still I can't completely sense I am. I move, yes, with freedom, a figment, though yet imprisoned in an eggshell, my deadend grave I had never.
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May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 7:26 AM UTC
Disable Sobbing
One silent chilly midnight, in a dark secluded room beyond the window, morning dew touches leaves anticipating to drop eyes at dew, mine falling tears. Not that I saw shooting stars dashing sweep from the vast night sky wishing wish upon a star to come it true, not that moment soothe and rejuvenate the spark for my poetry to lost. Crying all out loud, by myself, instead I: an accident I am! a mistake t'was I born, a mishap t'was I vulnerable life's a fluke of nature, therefore. Sure i am alive by fate, by chance, by luck, by coincidence at this very moment crying and breathing I am.
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May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 7:06 AM UTC
Am I an accident?