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Just like smokes
from a cigarette
our love felt so good
I could tell
I'm in heaven;
but yeah,
just like smokes
it stayed out quickly
I can't get
a hold of it-

Triggered Letters
I was a captive
Of the words, promises-made
Of the lips, lies incarnate
Of the eyes, opened to discriminate
Of the world, caged within a condemnatory kinsfolk

I was a captive
and my actions were limited

I was a captive
So are the words my tongue exhibits, scripted

I was a captive
So are my thoughts, being dictated

I was a captive
So as my freedom, chained to words
Restrained, shackled, suppressed-

I was a captive
I was weak
I live in fear
I was discriminated
I was rejected
I wasn’t wanted..

I was chased
But couldn’t catch me
I was a captive

I was shot
But they missed
I was a captive

I was poisoned
but survived
for I was immune
I was a captive

I was a captive
I may had
But I am limited edition
I was chaos
Now I’m war-
My thoughts are limitless
Bound to be border-less

I am power
I am strength
I am storm,
Unstoppable, deadly-

I was a captive
But not anymore


Triggered Letters
maybe the time was right
maybe the place was good
maybe everything were ready
but we aren't
that's why we messed
everything up
and had our hearts
and soul
and mind
suffer the maybe's
we thought won't suffice
our needs

Triggered Letters
This one maybe we failed
Water drips from my eyes, flown straight thru my cheeks; shivers- I breathe deeply. Holding every inch of pain I felt in my chest,within, thud-thud-thud-thud, says my heart; a sensation that lingers- battling every strange feeling, living amidst of me. Choking- air came scarce, and so are words left me. Black, darkness reign; and the light you've shone bright- slowly gone, and gone to stealth.
You're alone
Do not think,
You are someone else's world-
You are not
Stop thinking
You are loved
my first reverse poetry.
PS. read from the bottom
We always looked
at the things
that broke us once
but not
of the things
that kept us whole

let's change our focus
to a future
that is beyond control
yet within
our imagination's call.
what arouses you
she asked-
coffee and poetry,
i replied.
she looked away

with a smile
I whispered
"and YOU"
naked next to me
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