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estelle deamor Jan 2016
Away.
You are so away.
The very word that comes into my mind when I think of you—
when I think of us.
For years now,
we have been thousands of miles away from each other’s arms.
We have been used to it.
This distance never came nearer.
Even becoming farther as time pass,
with us,
treading on different directions.
You are sure and happy that you are there;
I am sure and happy that I am here.
And so we stayed,
wherever we are.
Nobody wants to give up.
Nobody wants to pull the other one
to his or her side of the world.
We both wanted to stay,
from where we are—
away.
Should we stay? Or stay away?
estelle deamor Oct 2015
You were sealed in a box when I first saw you
I was hesitant to approach you, since you seem far beyond my reach
But the red tea I’m holding don’t excite me anymore
So I tried, though I’m uncertain
Pouring out the hot water, your scent captivated me
I felt your warmth as I held my cup
And when I had that one first sip
Can’t wait to have another and another
So invigorating, so stimulating
Moments with you made me alive again
I wanted another cup of you
But I had to sit back and wait
At least I know, your box is now opened
Personification Poetry Collection No. 2
This is how you stop thinking of that someone.
estelle deamor Sep 2015
Please, for once, just look his way
He waited for this day
Or else
He’ll go home
To hide in his tomb
And write his tears away

Please, for once, just give him a shot
He worked hard for this slot
Or else
He’ll go crazy
If you, he can’t marry
And it’s going to be your fault
My simple poetry response to the awesome poem entitled: "Don't fall in love with a poet" by Wolf Spirit. Dedicated to all hopeless romantics out there.
estelle deamor Sep 2015
Everyone knows you
But I know you by far
I recalled playing with you when I was two
As you dressed yourself
With a sky, so blue
I giggle, you twinkle, my joys are simple
I’ll always look up at you
Personification Poetry Collection No. 1
7 Liners
estelle deamor Sep 2015
I remember this time of the day
In the front yard where it's almost dusk
Swarms of mosquitoes buzzing in
We need to close the windows hurriedly
Or else they'll prey on us tonight

Then Nanay, with her broom without a stick
Will burn the dry leaves on the ground
Which she gathered together with
Abandoned paper planes and plastic kites
As the sun slowly disappears from our sight
Reminiscing those afternoons at our previous house in Caibaan. Those familiar afternoons before Typhoon Haiyan happened. Those familiar afternoons before I left Tacloban.
  Sep 2015 estelle deamor
Cecil Miller
Blood in my eyes,
Slack in my faith,
Baby, I know it,
Your love is a wraith.

Blood in my eyes,
Slack in my faith,
Baby, You know it,
I commemorate
All who follow
The dream evermore.
Live the dream.
That's what it's for.

Blood in my eyes,
Slack in my faith.
You say it, then you don't,
But, you want me to stay.
You're not the dream
That I've wished for,
I'm going to chase my dream
To the farthest shore.
Then I'm going
To board a vessel,
Without a shred
Of guilt to wrestle.

Blood in my eyes,
Slack in my faith,
Like a bullet on fire,
I break from your gate.
I'll be on distant lands.
You will wonder
Why you have no man.

Blood in my eyes,
Slack in my faith.
Baby, I know it.
Your love is a wraith.
Blood in my eyes,
Stars on my vest,
I linger on
No past regret.

Blood in my eyes,
Slack in my faith,
Baby, I know it,
Your love is a wraith.
This is a mantra,
I often say,
When I think
Of that sweet day
When I'll finally find
The courage to leave you~
This is a companion piece to Dear John, another poem I submitted to this site. It has been decades in the making.
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