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 Feb 2020 chloie
 Feb 2020 chloie
for so long i've been walking
knives in my back,
arrows through my chest.
when you're hurt,
you have to clean
the incision,
seal it,
give it time to heal.
i skipped the
first step
and rushed ahead.
i tried to heal around
the knives.
i tried to heal
around the arrows.
my skin engulfed them
so tight that they had become
a part of me.
until one day i realized
and started to pluck them
each one by one
reopening any wounds
i had worked so hard to
nurse and care for.
now i dig at my skin.
the bleeding has resumed
and the worst pain comes
from cleaning out the wounds.
 Feb 2020 chloie
 Feb 2020 chloie
and thus, the bleeding ceases.
i've since dislodged the knives
entangled in my chest,
embedded in my spine.
i've rid myself of poison
that once fogged up my mind.
the parts of me that held me back
are all that's left behind.
the blades are sharp and like my head
are due for some refining
but even blades,
sharp as they be,
all have a silver lining.
the wounds inflicted by such knives
have struck me at my core.
bring on the rain, this little flower
thirsts to grow some more.
 Jan 2020 chloie
Mahal, oras na para ika’y matulog
nang mahimbing
Kasing himbing ng iyong malalim
na pagtulog ang pagpikit
ng iyong  damdaming
Sabay nating ibubulong sa hangin
 Aug 2019 chloie
 Aug 2019 chloie
i have spent time thinking
about your feet
and i have yet to thank them
for they have walked this earth
ever tirelessly,
ever inexhaustibly,
and have brought you

towards me.
 Aug 2019 chloie
 Aug 2019 chloie
you lie
in between my
syllables and words
in these
carefully arranged
like a piece
of origami;

i hide you
in my
While you waited for the future you forgot about today
And the sand kept on pouring.
And time slipped away.
 Oct 2018 chloie
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Oct 2018 chloie
 Oct 2018 chloie
a sinking feeling
i watch the leaves fall
through my window pane
the leaves glide gracefully in the wind
dancing in the air, the seasons have changed
we long to embark on a celestial voyage
twisting in space,
lying beside comets and stardust
unbound by gravity,
the leaves fall.
(out of all that lies beyond space, i sit beside you as it rains)
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