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Cryslyn Tucay Dec 2020
I'm living inside the box mine
Books were scattered, my pen runs out
The winds were calling me to come
Whisper into my ears, the light is near

But, the wise old man said
Seeking for answers is unending tunnel
You might see a glimpse of fickle
it's still not the end

Sitting under the oak tree
Dusk until dawn unravel the mystery
I saw an owl, it guides me on my way
I'm not blinded but unable to see
Cryslyn Tucay Jun 2020
When I first see the light
I never imagine that this life would be hard
My silent is my deepest cry
I stayed mute and trap between dark and daylight

I remember
How to run away
I remember
How I scattered into broken pieces

But it happens again
it happens again
it happens again

it never washed from my mind
prompt: The feeling of you wanted to scream but your voice deprived because of fear ( the reason could be physical abuse or any kind of abuse )
Cryslyn Tucay Jun 2020
You calm the current of the sea
You break me for I am able to see
that what you got is better
than what I want

You taught me that seeds die before they grow
You go with me into the deepest current flow

When you begin to speak the tide of battle turns
You gave me a new melody and a sound of horn
Greater things come upon your name

Greater things come upon your name
Cryslyn Tucay Jun 2020
I've seen how us endeavor
bear fruit and grow but-
like what you’ve said in Songs of Solomon
“do not awaken love until awakes on its accord”
Feelings should not be stirred too early
Let them sleep until
it’s time for them to awake

One season will end,
and one season will begin.
We are on summertime
We harvest joy and inspiration,
but God I know the foundation of
what spring will bring is not yet sufficient.

For now, I let the autumn leaves fall and see its beauty

I really thought
We were headed down that road
but here my heart purify it now
and be in your hands until it's ready
to feel someone's warm and embrace
Prompt: write about the love that withers and bloom
Cryslyn Tucay Jun 2020
Words are born from people's mouth
and die in their ears
But some words don't die
They go into people's heart and survive
Cryslyn Tucay Jun 2020
Don't draw a line on purpose
Break down those walls
It can't be invaded by just anyone
But here he is
trying to knock

in my room 19
Cryslyn Tucay Jun 2020
I smell the rust on my fingers
I got my own melody
I found what chords and notes
Strings starts to play
But I can't find the word
there's no voice to out
only tears.
I wrote this while I'm in a song-writing phase hehe; it turns out like this
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