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  Nov 2014 Marge Redelicia
Jedidiah
I once met a young bloke
Who went about life as everyone went about theirs
He was kind, gentle, and
a little bit different than everybody else
But a lot more the same as everyone else

One day, at the brink of dawn..
He said "I'm Dying to go to college!"
and when he did
He said "I'm dying to get to work and earn my own Money!"
and when it was so
He said "I dying to get married and have kids!"
and so he did, and when he did!
He said "I'm dying to get my kids grow, and have their own jobs!"
and he did make it happen.

But finally when he was too old to do the many things,
too frail to keep running and jumping like he used to,
He said "I'm dying to retire"

and when he finally did
He said "I'm dying..."
and at that moment ----
He realized that all those years ---
He had forgotten to live.
Live every moment. Don't rush. Just live.
Marge Redelicia Oct 2014
hindi makatayo,
ang aking pawis at luha ay
maiging sinisipsip ng lupa
kung saan gumagapang ako.

gusto kong iwanan at kalimutan
ang mga tungkulin
na gumagapos sa aking kalayaan.

gusto kong tumakbo
nang mabilis
papalayo
sa mga hirap at hinagpis.

bigyan mo ako ng isang saglit na
magpahinga
kasi tila ako ay nalulunod
habang gumagapang sa lupa.
Marge Redelicia Oct 2014
a sudden ring
pierces through the stillness of the night.
he says that he's just outside the door.
he says that he's waiting for me.

12:02 am:
the start of a midnight fantasy

i put on my sweater and slippers.
taking quiet and careful steps,
i escape the four corners of reality and
plunge into the chilly air and the sea of moonbeams.
a warm embrace and a playful laugh welcomes me.

we walk
under the comets and constellations
kicking away pebbles and fallen autumn leaves,
dancing to the beat of our hearts
at the empty city street.

we arrive at the store;
the stark fluorescent light floods our eyes as
i push open the foggy glass door.
he pays pennies, paper bills,
and an encouraging smile
to the lonely counter cashier.

we feast on steaming cups of noodles and
a bag of cheesy chips while
telling stories of the past and
sharing ideas of the future.
we paint visions in our heads,
etch promises in our hearts.
all these with laughter,
echoing to our very souls.

bliss
makes the hours fly by.
the pink hues of dawn chases the moon away.
basking in its gentle rays,
we watch the waking of the sun
as it rises from behind the hills and rooftops.
and like the glorious light,
joy and hope surges through our veins.
and though we don't even touch
we feel love's embrace.

there is a sudden sweep of panic though.
before our parents wake up
we bid each other
thank you and goodbye
and run back to our homes.

but
no matter what,
we know
surely and sincerely
that no morning can ever end our
midnight fantasy.
this is fiction. but i did used to sneak out of the house at midnight to just hang out with my neighbors. now they all live somewhere else though, and so here i am just at my room alone huhu
Marge Redelicia Sep 2014
kaya kitang mahalin
pero
hindi kita kayang ingatan.
sa piling ko
ikaw lang ay masasaktan
kaya ang hiling ko lang sa 'yo ay
damdamin para sa akin
sana iyong malimutan.

lahat
ng ginagawa ko para sa iyo
ay nasa ngalan ng pag-big kaya
paumanhin, mahal,
ako'y iyong patawarin.
crey crey
Marge Redelicia Sep 2014
take me in and
   i'll take you out,
   i'll take you away
to a far, forgotten fantasy
   away from urban complexity, insanity.
we could
dive the depths.
climb the heights.
whisper our wishes
   to the evening breeze.
sing to the beat
   of bubbling brooks.
dance to the rhythm
   of rustling leaves.
ride the road
   of the winding river.
sail forth
   into the vast velvet ocean.
drink the moon glow
   that drips thick like milk.
swallow in
   the air's forgotten freedom.
with one hand
   reach for the stars
   that shine almost as bright as you.
with the other
   hold mine.

erase and escape.
rewrite reality.
lift up that heavy heart.
fall back in love with me.
so much algebra i think i forgot how to poetry....
Marge Redelicia Aug 2014
let me lay my palms
in that sunken space
between the contours of
your jawline and cheekbones.
let my fingers hide itself
within the secrets of
your jet black hair.
let me draw you close
and closer until
my face fits perfectly in the mold of yours.

it's alright to cry.
maybe your tears will wash the
doubts
hiding between your
lines and creases and the
fear
exuding from your pores.

let my eyes fathom
the depths of yours.
i am sure that hope and wonder
are just there sleeping beneath
and
until they awaken
and rise above the waters,
i will
look at you,
watch over you.
i will
embrace you
until your head
stills its throbbing,
until your skin
regains its glow and warmth
i will.
it's unfair that  i'm having the time of my life while you're always out there crying.
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