Everlasting

Everlasting Jul 2020

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I know. I feel it.
I am no pristine water but
neither I am a muddy one
my waters are clear enough to see through
and safe enough to drink from
Yet for reasons unbeknownst to me
you try so hard to be the rocks that swim in me
despite the fact that my waters
keep on carrying you to the shores
away and away from me

don’t you seee?
as a rock
you keep on stirring waves in me
and these waves keep on pushing you
further and further away

Everlasting Jun 2020

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The ache the ache is back again
to help me write
to help me rest
Some say I’m cursed
Some say I’m blessed

I think I’m both
I think of course

Everlasting Jun 2020

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She was herself like some kind of bookshelf
which held hundreds books that no one read
One of those books
had pictures of seas with mountains of trees
that no one dare see
and in those trees were roses of bones
dripping cold blood into her veins

Everlasting Jun 2020

Rip

Oh the waves.
Those waves that keep approaching
like a wooer who has been rejected many times
yet comes and goes without giving up

Oh see the waves.
Those waves that happily come to me
as if I were a shore they want to make wet

Oh just look at the waves.
Those waves that sometimes drown me
with attention. I feel relaxed.
Relaxed. Breathing fresh air. Feeling drizzles
Water on my legs as slowly drags me in.
Then I realize I want to run away.
Escape. Go somewhere dry. Somewhere
where I can see the waves

Those waves.
Those waves.

Those waves that attract me so much
Yet the very same that I must keep my distance from

before it’s too late.

Everlasting Jun 2020

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at midnight
a blanket
full of stars
cover sky
while the sun
takes a break

Everlasting Jun 2020

A Ride Around A Farm

teeth clenched tightly into skin
blood dripping from within
a dog fastened onto arm
a bike rode directly into harm

people watching from afar
a lady being eaten, left with scars
sirens getting louder on the road
cops arriving to the abode

children screaming really loud
paramedics going through the crowd
flesh torn to pieces, left a pool of red
disfigure face, bitten in the head

What a horror! What a mess!
a dog, a lady in distress.

Everlasting Jun 2020

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It pours! It pours!
into this little lagoon
just look at the waves
to tides being born
just look at the turbulence
under the light of the moon

this little lagoon
is a sea of hurt
with nothing to lose