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  Apr 2015 Marge Redelicia
XIII
Beware of them
As a lover or a friend
As a family or a foe
As a passerby or a neighbor

Because they hide as they stand on the stage
They put you on a mind-boggling maze
They set you on an endless chase
With no one else but with your own tail

Because they shout in silence
They scream using pen
Using only pseudonyms
They want you to both understand and not understand what they mean

Because they conceal as they express
Behind figure of speeches
They'll have you take a guess
When you do, you're already checkmate in chess

Beware of them
Because they are contrasting beings
Living in a world of what-ifs
Living between reality and dreams

Dreams for family, rage for a foe
Feelings for lovers, concern for a friend
Observation in a passerby, rumors from a neighbor
They turn it into words, rhyming at the end

Because they are but they are not
Because they do but they don't
Because they are cowards but they have guts
Because they will but they won't

Because they are two-faced people
Because they are at different places at the same time
Because they push and they pull
Because they have truths and they have lies

Oh beware of them
Because they're simply complicated
Because they're famous yet anonymous
Because they'll always have you choose
WANTED
Dead AND Alive
Poets
Marge Redelicia Mar 2015
isang musmos na lahi
isang munting nasyon
parang itinanim na buto
itinakdang
sumibol at lumago
sa paglaon ng panahon

nag-aabang, naghihintay
puno nang sabik
pero kay tagal dumating
tayo ay nainip
tadhana nating tagumpay
kailan kaya makakamit
kasi

apat na raang taon
hanggang ngayon
lulong pa rin sa putik
nangangapa, nadadapa sa dilim
mga butong nanginginig sa lamig

mga isla
pitong libong isang daan at pito
ito
ang ating lupang sinilagan,
tahanan ng ating lahi
pero nga bahay ba ito o burol?

mga pangarap na
masilayan ang mga sinag ng araw at
mahagkan ang malayang langit
mananatili lang bang panaginip dito
sa bayang natutulog
o kaya namang natutulog lang kunwari

tanggapin mo na lang na
humikbi, humagulgol,
ibuhos mo man ang iyong luha
walang darating
kumayod ka man at magdamag magsikap
diligan mo man ang lupa ng pawis
wala
pa ring mangyayari

kasi
dugo
dugo lamang na dumaloy
mula sa mga palad ni Hesukristo
kung ang Kanyang pag-ibig ay
babaha sa lupa
ng parang delubyo
ito ang nag-iisang paraan
ang nag-iisang sagot:

dugo
dugo lamang na ibinuhos
ang tanging
makakatubos
makakaahon
makakaligtas
sa atin
Performed this as spoken word in Creative Faith's Doxa.
Marge Redelicia Mar 2015
All I want is to steal
    2. The car and drive away and
        3. To have you
            4. There seating at the passenger seat
                 5. So that I may escape
                     6. From the poison that is
                          7. *Myself
Sagada pls (there is supposed to be a 1. at the first line but idk why it isn't showing)
Marge Redelicia Mar 2015
you were a brilliant composer.
you piece syllables
together into symphonies.
your words are
carefully crafted into a masterpiece.

in my every waking
i am greeted with new songs
that escape from
your lips
like sun rays at the break of dawn.
i can listen to you sing unceasingly.

but
the time of the
days, months, years that passed
became the length of the
distance between us,
and your songs got
softer and
softer,
eventually fading
into silence.

it turns out that was just an intermission.

you came back and
your songs start playing again
but
now i can't dance to your rhythm;
i can't harmonize to your melodies.

you were a brilliant composer
but now
i can't find
what your words mean to me.
my poetry nowadays sound so "synthetic". i don't know, i just can't seem to write like how i used to.
Marge Redelicia Feb 2015
bury yourself between
sheets and covers.
stay all day
in your pajama and sweater.
watch the droplets
slide down the window in a race.
smell the hot cocoa
as the steam wafts to your face.
put out those blazing thoughts
with the sound of static rain.
maybe the chilly air
can ease those burning pains.
from busy to lazy,
the city's enfolded in peace.
at least for a moment,
all worries stand still and cease.
i'm ok i promise,
i just miss the rain.
Marge Redelicia Jan 2015
scraped my knees
again.
streaks of crimson
on my skin marred,
no stranger to scars.
another artwork to my collection
this body is a museum of memories.

i'm both crying and smiling.

the sweet sting
is a souvenir from the time
we danced
to the beat of our hearts,
we swam
in radiant sunshine,
we chased
each other so fast that
we flew
too high,
we crashed
too ******* the ground.

the pain is great
but still,
that is
no
match
to the times that we had
and my love for you.
Fall Out Boy inspired no this is not really a hugot haha.
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