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If
If granted one last time
To relive the past of gold
Mountains that we climb
As reckless and bold,

So to correct the errors
While regaining tomorrow's glory
To alleviate the recurring terrors
Of today's story

What of it could meddle
With the intertwinings
Made by yesterday's paddle
For today's silver linings?

An epoch to be rewritten:
Will it revise the next chapter
Or make memories forgotten
If I change a single chapter?
For a man in search of the past -
Vague and dark as it has been -
Gropes about the every odd yet familiar.

A flicker of the lights will do.
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best poem ever
The heart of evil
abides in darkness
Pretense by civil
Works are madness

Afraid for light
To make reveal
In sacred sight
The ***** deal

The heart of gold
Shall shine like stars
And glow; unfold
The world in bars.
Let the light in your hearts shine not for glory; for humanity.
Perchance you think
You've had enough
And near the brink
Of things too rough

When many waves
Have knocked you down
You think all saves
Would let you drown

I offer you this one advice:
Stand up and fight
Don't say goodbyes;
Please hold on tight.
Keep going on. "Just keep swimming." -Dory
Ang katotohana'y di ko batid kung paano ko susugatan itong papel
Kung aling sandata ba ang gagamitin, itong punyal ba o kaya'y baril
Mithi kong bawat panitik na bibitawa'y mapatakan ko ng sariling dugo
Dahil bawat papel na masusugata'y tiyak unti-unting hihilum sa puso kong bigo

Ang bawat isasalaysay ng taong malapit na sa kanyang dapit-hapon
Dadamhin alaala ng lumipas, na para lang itong naganap kahapon
Umaasang maaklat ninyo ang aral na nais ihatid
Pulutin ninyo ang ginto, ang bato'y iwanan sa sahig

Maraming salamat kung sakali mang makikilangoy kayo sa aking ilog
Kulay pula man ito'y lilikhain ko itong may kalakip na pag-irog
Mula sa susugatan kong papel magaganap ang lahat
Lapis na punyal at baril ko'y nakahanda nang gumawa ng aklat....



04-10-15

mysterious_aries
Paper Wound

The truth is I do not know how I will smite this paper
Which weapon to be use, this gun or this dagger
Every letter that I will let go, I’ll blend my own blood
Each paper that I’ll wound slowly will cleanse my hearts mud

A chronicle will unfold by one person who is close to his gray
I will feel the memories of my past as if it just happened yesterday
Expecting that you will learn the lesson that I will serve at your door
Gather up the gold, left the stone on the floor

Thank you if ever you will swim at my river
Though its color is red, I will create it along with a love that is forever
I will wound some paper by hook or by crook
My pencil knife and quill gun are now ready to create a book


Translated: 11-23-2015, not so accurate to create a rhyme
You were a bud
Hiding beauty inside yourself

A bud waiting to bloom
And bloomed beautifully you did

Now a rose you shown your color
A dazzling red growing from green

Hid inside a glass dome you wait
People thinking youd never break

You were a rose hidden inside a shell
Yet You had fallen from the skies and your petals fell
You will return to the sky where you belong
Among the roses and your thorns

My dear you were a fallen rose
But my dear; to everyone
   you are still a rose
To see reality
But beyond the scope
With a pair of daydreamers
Focused within the span
Below or within the fantasy
That frightens or dictates
The odds of misery.

To perceive a blurry vision
Yet a clear imagination
Of what is yet to be seen
Or what is to ever commence
Never aware of what to believe
For the mischief of every storyteller
Uninvited yet entertained
Delivers free delirium.

In a thoroughgoing reform
Of every ongoing mend
Hoping to resurrect
The peaceful beginnings
And end every desolation.

To roll the orbs of fortune-tellers
As if to find any solution
But to end up feeling emptiness
That invades the mighty borough
So decides to fill with darkness
Such pair of daydreamers
And to let the warmth
Of frozen moments
Become a sudden comfort
So swiftly passing by.
This poem is about a moment shared to me by a special friend who happens to suffer from anxiety. This is posted so that people will be aware of how it feels to be anxious and corrupted by thoughts whilst being anxious.
Dear stranger in despair,
The world loves you
I know none about you
But so much that I can say
The world loves you.

The turmoils and the sorrow
Unite against us all
So does misery
That pulls us down
So hard, we stumble.

The quicksand that pulls
So low, we almost give in
The fearsome foresight
That exhibits each and every time
Delusions by the horror.
The meaning of the poem depends on the speaker you are hearing in this poem and the overall mood you have felt.
I saw a farmer fly a plane
Above the clouds, I saw his hand
Lift up the burden in his arm
In the air, he tossed the seeds

The swift cold breeze headed South
Dragged them downwards to the ground
Each was scattered all around
To various sections of the land

A seed fell down the good soil
It grew healthy, nice and strong
The sun looked down, it looked up
Water sprinkled; it received

A seed fell down the grasslands
It grew weak, sad and stubborn
The sun looked down, it looked down
Water sprinkled; it got none

A seed fell down the stones
It grew speedy, tall but weak
The sun looked down, it trembled
Water sprinkled; was too late

A seed fell astray by the wayside
It stayed asleep and sprouted none
The sun looked down, and water sprinkled
The fowl passed by and ate the seed.
The title "To Become Where You are" is what the context of the poem symbolizes.
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