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greatsloth Dec 2024
Why was it so easy
To imagine myself
Falling in love
To your smiles,
Yet so hard
To see myself
Right there standing
Next to your side.
greatsloth Dec 2024
In the midst of jolly red
I alone stood bit distant,
Aloof, and somewhat lonely

Merry is just an arms reach
Yet that gap felt like light-years
Among the crowd, I'm not one

I chose to let the cold seep
It built me my apathy
Supressing both joy and tears

But what sealed can be unsealed,
A hint of warm, long lost love
And I'll wish for stars collide.
greatsloth Dec 2024
That dark desire clouds your mind
It whispers something profane
Asking for pleasure that bind
Filthy corruption and bane.
Feeling a little patriotic so I'll share the traditional poem of Philippines, Tanaga, which follows a 7-7-7-7 structure with AAAA/ABAB/AABB rhyme schemes. This is the first tanaga that I've written hope you like it.
greatsloth Dec 2024
When the dream ends
And the dreamer dies
Would the world stop to mourn
Or would it continue its revolution;

With neither an impressive gun salute
Nor just a simple cry of sadness
How long until the warrior's song fade
Into the reality's cruel silence;

When the dreamer dies
He dreams of an eternal edifice.
greatsloth Dec 2024
Why do the songs
Of the fallen of love
Nibbles my heart
Yet I have never been loved

Why do the songs
Of the festival's dancers
Makes my lips jump
Yet I'm rarely filled with joy

Their slow and fast rhythm and beats
Invites my mind to imagine
A life that I didn't live
A life that I wouldn't feel

Their voices tell me stories
One that I shouldn't know
But on my mind will stay rent free
Until I grow into one dilapidated fool.
greatsloth Nov 2024
I realized, it's not the universe
Or the microscopic world
That a Human should look into,
We shall seek our soul
Hidden to the void we own;
Navigating through experiences
That are like storms in the sea
And, probably, we would realize
That maybe the greatest treasure of all
Is us, ourselves.
greatsloth Nov 2024
Dust had long settled on that heart,
It barely works and full of rust,
Though it was only used once
After a misery it was
Thrown aside like a trash;
It is an antique with no value
And never would have one
No matter how much time passes—
A piece that would stay on the shelf
Until it crumble into dust.
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