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 Mar 2017 Crissel Famorcan
bones
When this skin
was young and ironed,
well it fit,
like new things do;

that was then
but now I find
the cracks within
are showing through.
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When was the last time the word "again"
Became a melody to your ear?
That whenever you say "again,"
There is power, there is greatness,
there is grace, there is mercy
and there is love.

When "again" brings life to your soul
And you are revived,
More than the air you ever breathed
More than the tears your eyes have ever shed.

You will find your rest
You will rest in miracles
You will see yourself: in Spirit and in Truth
You, doubting your doubts
You, believe your beliefs.

When sorrows turned to joy
When failure becomes not a loss
When pride falls short
When sin has no power
When death is unknown
And when life becomes your being.

When you believe you can cast out mountains
When there is no abyss of fear
When darkness has no room
And when light becomes your moon and sun
When there is Heaven in His arms.

You have a promise of hope
And in His Name, it is safe.
He has the promise to keep
And He's pleased to do "It" again
Coz "again" --
Believe, it's His thing
It's His thing to do "It" again.
(John 12:28
Father, glorify your name.” Then a voice came from heaven: “I have glorified it, and I will glorify it again.”)
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Even when your shoulders are cold, I will still turn to you
Even if your mind is somewhere else,
I will still yearn for you.

Under your pillows at night,
You keep on hiding your doubts.
When I put you a blanket,
You say, "I'm not cold"
And your actions became utterances
Of the rest of your existence.

I waited til the morning breeze,
And when the rays almost hit your face,
I close the window so you can rest.

Sometimes, you talk when you sleep
With all the pressures of the world,
I know they're all burdens on your feet
And you whisper them with a lullaby tone.

I wish you know I'm here
If only I could wake you up now
So I can dance you with today
So you can listen to this song --
Long ago I have written in your heart.

I waited til your eyes look for Me,
Til you fix the cover of your bed
Til you drink the cup I have prepared by Myself.

But you have forgotten My care,
And it seems You have forgotten that I'm still here --
Waiting and longing for your embrace
I became invisible in the picture
Which I created for you to jive in.

Let Me wait for your return in My arms
Let Me hold your fragile heart
Let Me heal your broken bones
And let Me speak life to the stitches of your past.

Cold it is, My child
Time flies, but never forget
I am Your Father, you are My Child
Even if you made this season sprout.
 Mar 2017 Crissel Famorcan
Pax
I am not me like what you want me to be
        I am here like you always wanted me to be
How could I ever be me, the me I want to be

I’m tired of you, tired of crying in the dark.
pretending at the park
                - watching people talk with voices that barks
I feared it will spark an awful reaction stark
So I build an ark -
Sailed away into far,
                      far - dream land
where prejudice & judgment is not in our hands
but in the all caring higher being's commands.

Then again reality is never like that,
So I hide, I stumble, and I fall
     into the gray solace of my patience
The higher being cares, yet you need choices
to stay strong - fight and survived
                        until blessings comes along
                                and heal the dying soulful song.

© 2013
Old notes: "a positive poem I guess - i am not sure it's worth posting. Since the month of June, i became sickly... and i have lost my pen of expression and the courage to write a piece. I always lose confidence, lose my self-knowing that i can... lose everything all together to the overly sensitive soul, then fall into darkness, alone - then come back into the gray solace - never wanting to give up what i hope will come true, someday, somewhere in time."

now looking back at this note and re-reading this poem again, then posting it here, i realized that my driving force in writing is my emotional self, on which right now i feel dull, seems like im losing my will to write, and to cope up with realities barricades...

thanks for reading... hoping you and I can find something in this piece, something good, something nice, something positive to move forward to...
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IKAW
Yung salitang gusto kong balik-balikan
Yung salitang di ko magawang punitin sa isipan
Yung salitang laging natatandaan
At yung salitang sana --
Sana'y pangwalang hanggan.

IKAW
Yung bukas na sasalubungin ko
Yung bukas na yayakapin ko
Yung bukas na ayoko nang sayangin pa
At yung bukas na ayoko nang lisanin pa.

IKAW
Yung mahal na pag-iipunan ko
Yung mahal na pagsisikapan kong abutin
Yung mahal na pagtatayaan ko
Yung mahal na mas pahahalagahan ko
At yung mahal na sana'y --
**Sana'y manatali, mahuli man ang dating ko.
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