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 Sep 2022 Shun Kaori
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LIFE
 Sep 2022 Shun Kaori
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Human life is like a book...
The middle being birth.
The end death.
And the middle
a souls adventure of expansion.

Human life is like a book.
A grand story
unwinding with feelings as words
and moments as footmarks.

Once concluded it’s bond
in spirits core memory
to take one then
to a new book-cover of spirit.
A new beginning of
chapters where a sequel begins
with a beginning, middle, and end.
First poem of the day.
 Sep 2022 Shun Kaori
Virtuous
I think the sun has grown jealous
Of my friendship with the moon
I prefer dusk to dawn
And midnight instead of noon
 Jul 2021 Shun Kaori
Imran Islam
The pathway you hate
The path that's very weird to you
Don't call me on that way
Dear, don't call me, please!

I will be with you all the beautiful places
Just paint me with the colors of you.
Let your happiness melt in my face
when I gaze upon you with thirsty eyes,
Don't mind me, please!

I lose my dreams in your smile always
I really do this in shyness
and I can't set my mind to anything.
Your happiness is mine too, darling
Don't forget it, please!
BE
 Jul 2021 Shun Kaori
haysia
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 Jun 2021 Shun Kaori
kha
na ikaw ang inuna kahit ako ang iyong huli.
sinta, maaari bang masimulan nating muli?
parang tangang ikaw ang pinili
hinayaang makulong sa iyong tali

lahat ng aking alinlangan ay isinantabi
pinagkatiwala ang buong sarili
akala ko'y hindi ako nagkamali
ngunit nagsabi ka ng "sandali,"

"sandali, hindi ako lilisan
ngunit sandali, ako pala'y nalilito minsan
sandali. makinig ka muna. sandali lang.
hindi yata kita napupusuan."

hindi mo naman kasalanan
na ang sakit ay hindi man lang maibsan
hindi mo naman kasalanan
na madali akong palitan

hindi mo naman kasalanan
na hindi ako ang nakatuluyan
hinding-hindi mo rin kasalanan
na hindi ako kawalan

hindi mo kasalanan, mahal
na ang boses ko'y garalgal
at kapag ako'y hinihingal
kapag sinisigaw ang aking pagmamahal

at paghihintayin pa kita ng matagal
pahihintulutan kang maging pagal
ang usad sa akin ay laging mabagal
kaya hinding-hindi ka susugal

hindi mo kasalanan
ang aking mga kasalanan.
kaya't ako'y iyo nang iwan
sa sarili **** tahanan.
 Jul 2020 Shun Kaori
Aer
yellow.
 Jul 2020 Shun Kaori
Aer
it was flashes of light
rebounding off of the various mirrors
blinding me, and making me reach towards you.
you were a tall sunflower,
guiding me through the messy roads
mixing your bright pigment with my navy blue
and creating a safe harbour—
a world of colour I never knew.
and we were together in harmony
 Jul 2020 Shun Kaori
Luna
Pain.
 Jul 2020 Shun Kaori
Luna
I remember the first time I saw you,
I sank into those beautiful pools,
Felt the love in your touch,
Saw the love in your eyes,
You were my angel
I'd go through hell to have you.

But there's no hell,
I can't have you,
And that's my greatest pain.
 Jul 2020 Shun Kaori
JD
Destruction
 Jul 2020 Shun Kaori
JD
Bleeding heart
Rotting soul

Torn apart
Eaten by the wild

Storms raging
Death and destruction

I cannot have you in my life
Without you I cannot live

My world is shattered
You tore it apart

You are destruction
Or could it be me?
 Jul 2020 Shun Kaori
Aer
morning.
 Jul 2020 Shun Kaori
Aer
there are times when I wonder
if there is a being that visits me in my dreams.
I awake with the dreadful feeling of lonely
yet my heart overflows
with the feeling of being loved.
do you remember your dreams?
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
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