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Diane Jun 2015
I am now in silence.
Waiting for a response.
I've deactivated my accounts,
to see if anyone will respond.

Now what I call family,
Is now a question of mine.
Do you guys really care?
Or someone just have to speak up
for them to share?


I now questions my friendships
with the ones I have now.
I suppose only a few
will ask
**how am I now
Diane Jun 2015
Pain is better than
Nightmares.
Nightmares are better than
Fear.
Because with fear,
You can't start living.

Pain is the general way of how are
You going to get through life.

There are many different kinds
Of pain.

Nightmares are your subconscious
Weakness.
You'll get it when you're
Asleep,
Eventually haunting you.

Fear is a foe of many.
Fear is haunting you
Whether you're awake or asleep.
Fear is something that will
Drive everything
In the first place.

Fear trigger nightmares and pain.
Fear is the result of nightmares and pain.

Fear drives the nightmares.
Nightmares gives your pain.
Your pain is your fear.
Diane May 2015
Since I was young,
I was taught to stay,
hug, and kiss good bye.
But right now,
I'd never thought
that you wouldn't
hear our last good bye.

Every time I would see you,
I would be prim and proper.
And each time I see you,
You're surprised I've grown taller.

Each  day you'd go
and come back home,
you never forgot the people
who's welcome you home.

Though we never talked,
nor had real conversations,
you still thought of us
at least in some occasions.

You wouldn't know,
and probably never would,
but I dream for you to be proud,
like a little girl should.

I dreamed of talking about,
what I can and could do.
To make you laugh
with the jokes I learned at school.

I'm not even eighteen,
but I see you here,
and I wish to see you living
and welcoming us somewhere.

We rarely see each other,
but it is always a fun time.
And we'd wait again,
to hear a call from you chime.

To you, my dear Ninong,
I never asked much.
But I  wish one more day,
to be with you and have lunch.

But your eyes rest,
all we hear is silence.
And we wish to see you again
even with patience.

With our hearts mourning,
We ask God that you're in heaven.
I give you my last farewell,
hoping you're enlightened.
In memory of my Ninong (godfather), Dr. Benji Benitez.
Diane May 2015
You tell yourself that
there are things worth
fighting for.

You tell yourself that
there must be some other way
for you
to survive,
for you
to redeem.

Diverge.
Converge.
Plan.
Lay out.


What can you do?
What else can you *say?
Diane May 2015
Should I go back
to that tiny tinsel town
where you and I first met?
Should I go back to that place,
after everything I've done,
to where I know that you are waiting?

Should I keep these little notes?
All from the corners of dinner napkins.
Or the little gifts you make?
Every inch filled with joyous bait.

Taking me back, and forward,
and in every direction
as long as I knew it would lead to you,
and every road lead to you.

But each step I take,
Knowing that it's you,
Makes me wonder how
Important my presence is to you..

And here, I realize
that I matter.
For you have kept me even
with my faults.
and there are many,
but they were never too much for you.

So I sit here, in the middle of the road.
Probably waiting for you
To come to me this time,
To see if you love me as much as I do.

And the cars,
and the people,
and the sounds
that I see,
and hear,
and witness
add up to that moment.

The air, the mist,
The little birds that fly.
The towers, the windows,
Contribute to our
Little scenes
That go by.

And my breath never caught,
nor my soul ever faltered,
for I knew, without a doubt
that you would come for me.

Now, I see,
Your graceful glance
Now turns into a stare,
No hate but love.
Not a word about little despair.

And in that moment,
with the wind in your hair,
with streetlights shining
like stars everywhere,
I see everything clearly.

I see your eyes filled with delight.
But your hands shaking with fear.
I can assure you, love,
I can hug you right here.

I will hurt you no longer,
I will stay always near.
Believe me when I say
that with you, I am happy here.

I touch your skin,
so fair and soft.
You now see me smile,
Like you are the one after all.

And I knew, without a word,
that you will always be here for me.

Now let's go forth and let the
world know
How precious love is
From

You and me

*Together.
Another collab poetry with a dear friend. This has been a wonderful experience for me. Also, his words speaks about my thoughts very clearly. :)
Diane May 2015
The moon lays down,
On the field with leaves full of grace.
Tis where the memories I've had earned,
Now, beyond my embrace.

In the loom, unseen,
the weaver rests their head,
for even in the makings of fate,
one tires, one always gets tired.

But one breathes deep,
With a worn out stare,
To marvel, not at the piece nor wool,
But at the threads they'll never wear.

And one sighs heavy
with a weary gaze;
to lament, not at their own misery,
but at the passing of insipid days.

But these does not tremble,
The little faith of their young.
They still dream of heroes and gold,
Not one inch of  forlorn love.

With light,
glowing gently
gilded in gold
giving gravity
grievance for
keeping them
grounded.

After breathing, one brings a smile.
Not from joke
but joy
Of the young laughing for miles.

And the hope in their eyes,
like a love that never dies,
is the reason for my solace.

For the peace of my mind,
And the insipid days that pass through,
I now marvel at the threads,
Now a piece that stays true.

Like the red thread of Fate,
of Kismet, of Destiny,
I am happy in your embrace.
I am happy here with you.


Now one rolls his sleeves,
Doing the work again,
Remembering the love of his fate,
Made him sew *again.
A collab poetry with a dear friend of mine. :)
Diane Apr 2015
It's so easy..
To find
Those beautiful eyes,
To love
That flawless skin,
To hold
That gentle hand,
To look
At her beauty.

It's so easy..
To prepare
Colorful flowers,
To write
Little notes,
To sing
Romantic songs,
To cherish,
Sweet moments.

Like in a room
Full of flowers
Smelling like
Heaven.
You prance around
Admiring the
beauty. The flowers
Are more than
What you can
Ask for.

But that heaven is temporary.

Those flowers will
Wilt.
Those stems
Will crumble
And petals
Will fall.
The leaves
Will be dead
Like there was nothing
At all.

It's so easy..
To find
Another soul,
To love
Another feature.
To hold
A different moment
To look
At the present.

It's so easy..
To prepare
For the future,
To write
To another,
To sing
A different note
To cherish
The present joy.

It's so easy
to fall in-love..
But not so easy
to *stay.
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