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Chris Balase Sep 2018
I am either zero or one hundred
Nothing in between.
I either put you on a pedestal
Or the dirt hole you belong
You can be a goddess in my eyes
Or a *****. I don't care.
Hoes before bros... Yeah right...
Chris Balase Aug 2018
I wish I had a soundproof room
Where I can shout my woes
And cry my lungs out
Until the echoes of my heart
Can be heard no more

Where my past mistakes
And my present foolishness
Will be trapped between
The spaces and cracks of its acoustics

Where the remnants of
My fond memories dissolve
And escape will be
The reality I dwell in

And where my voices mixed
With my wailing agony
Becomes a symphony so beautiful
That burns my memory
Chris Balase Aug 2018
My senses were alive
The smell of the air
The smell of your hair
Your skin touching mine
My cheeks resting upon yours

Time froze and I held
As tight as I could
As long as I could
I poured my breath
And summoned my every strength

To let you go.
Chris Balase Aug 2018
Sa pagbuka ng liwayway
Kasabay ng sikat ng araw
Na dumadampi sa aking
Mga panaginip na ligaw

Minsan, sa aking pagbangon
Kasabay ng pagbawi ng unos
At paglubog ng ngiti
Ay mga luhang kusang umaagos

Minsan, sa kabila ng aking
Pagtingin at pagtalikod
Ay nawawasak ang aking
Mga matatatag na bakod

Paminsan minsan,
Naalala kita... tayo,
Naalala ko ang bawat lambing
Ng mga binitawang pangako

Minsan, bumubukas ang mga sugat
Minsan, lumalala ang bigat
Minsan, bunabalik ang nakaraan
Minsan, bumabaliko ang daan

Paminsan minsan, nakikita kita
Sa bawat sulok ng aking ala ala.
Chris Balase Jul 2018
I saw in her eyes, passion!
Her lips, strength!
She taught me to use words,
as both a tool and a weapon!

Her ways were like no other
Her spirit was fierce
She became our fortress
She was our anchor.

Now, she is ebbing away
as dementia eats
her memories, her all...

Now I see in her eyes,
sparkling shades of joy
found in the innocence of a child

The words she taught me
I now return to her
filled with compassion

I have never seen her dance
ever so freely,
I have never seen her smile
ever so constantly.

Dementia has tried to erase
her strength and wisdom
but has failed to realize
that she is eternal.
Chris Balase Jul 2018
When we no longer are bound
by our restless worlds
and when these foes surround
have turned their tempers cold
When my nightmares have turned
into dreams come true
After our hearts have been burned
from the sunset's dew
For there our souls will see
the eternal place of no sorrow...
so until our hearts run free
I will just love you tomorrow
Chris Balase Jun 2018
I hope next time, I will be happy
I hope next time that my destiny meets your light,
the darkness caused by the pain of the past will fade.

I hope we will not cry like this anymore.

I hope the hurt will completely change.

I hope my world will also be your world.

And I hope our every night will have no sorrow.

Because I want to prepare,
A heaven for my love,
so that when you come,
your joy will be complete.

I hope.

I hope that next time...
We will no longer shed a tear
Hoping can be as painful as believing.
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