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 Nov 2018 Danilo Florenzio
Raven
He writes poetry
But no one knows

He writes poetry
He writes about love
And loss

He writes about smiles
And frowns

He writes about sorrow
And forgotten towns

He writes about how lost he gets
Caught up in his own mind

He writes poetry to
And about others

But no one knows

Know one knows the depth of his soul
Because they all choose to see the exterior
And that exterior screams

Preppy
And preppy
Don't have souls

Or so they thought
Until the day he was consumed
By his own poetry
Choose to love,
Choose to treat others like each interaction matters,
"How are you" should mean something,
rather than the latter,
Choose
The brief moment where your eyes meet,
let your souls see one another,
Genuine people are becoming a dying breed,
We'd rather share a brief lie neglect our need.
Choose Love
Choose kindness
Not loving people that just fit your requirements.
The choices we make every day will define who we are.
 Aug 2018 Danilo Florenzio
Cné

My mind to frolic, with words of Frost
Slides between and then is lost

Drifting ‘round to fellows long
My thirst is deep; desires strong

Filled with all that Maya says
Flits in and out my meddling head

And ah, when Pablo speaks of love
My heart's aflutter with pure white doves

Around the beat, who else but Poe
A deep dark place I've come to know

I stop to ponder the words worth
As if I've nursed them from their birth

I settle to hear the rambling brook
Where Gwendolyn baits my eager hook

Then ‘long comes Oscar, running wild
I listen like an eager child

When Langston paints his colored hues
His canvas fills my point of view

Not just the finest spinning me
To this state of flux and reverie

For verses drift from near and far
Forever reaching for the stars

Feeding on the gentle night
I languish in the word's delight

Finding rhyme from ‘neath the skin
The place where passion's settled in

To fill my cup, appease my soul
Till hunger's sated, fat and whole

The empty space behind my eyes
Is filled with life's sweet lullabies

And when at last, I lay to rest
I'm filled with cadence of the best

It's starting to rain
She was lying in my arms
Our eyes begins to shine
Her fragrance made my heart race
I just fell in love with her again.
Like a plant,
You sometimes need to prune the dead parts of you in order to let the new parts grow.
Hanging on to dead things won't awaken them.,they'll keep rotting and cause harm to the whole lot of you.
Prune definition:trim (a tree, shrub, or bush) by cutting away dead or overgrown branches or stems, especially to encourage growth.


Holding on to a dead part of our lives is usually due to attachment as well as lack of faith in the new that will spring out after the old is gone.
Prune the dead relationships,interractions and the past that only brings you down.
Trust your instincts,prune whats dead to your life and begin life afresh.
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