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I am lost
in pages of books
I am curious
to know who they are
I am drowned
by the feelings they feel
I am swallowed
up in their world
I am enthralled
to fiction
To a make believe world
Where words make worlds
Page after
Page after
Soaking up their adventures
Craving for more
When the Tv stops in your head
When you turn to
The End
You want more
But why?
You wish
That fiction becomes reality
That great things can happen to you
You believe you can be
So when you grow old
You have a story to tell
But this time
its not fiction
an old poem I wrote a few months ago
I thought there was something
a gap
that was meant to be closed
a hand
that was meant to be held
your sweater
that was meant to be worn
that was meant to be shared
All for us two
All was meant for me and you
But there is nothing now
Not anymore
That smile of hers,
it crinkled her eyes
reached her ears
pure and happy
Where did go?
Its chipping
cracked at the edges
chipping at the sides
Falling flakes
of her fake smile.
And no one notices
Look closer but
no one does
That what she thinks
Except I do
I notice
I feel trapped
Closed in
To what I thought was fun, friendly, exciting
It looked so enticing
Now I see
What it has come to be
What I have come to be

I am a prisoner
A prisoner tied with fancy gold chains
Buried in layers of powder
Choked with floral perfume

I am a prisoner
A prisoner beaten by loud vibrations
Blinded by dancing lights
Poisoned with mystery concoctions

Who am I
Is unrecognizable
Masked with false treasures
A prisoner to this world
the topic we were given was about unfree young women and this is what came to mind
The four-letter word
They say
When you’re not
When these bloodstained hands
Are tired, frustrated, and angry
From building walls
Hiding tombs
When this tear-stricken face
Cries rivers all night
Its not okay.
I don’t believe it.

So, can you hear it?
Listen, to the silence
growing louder and louder.
Listen, to the beats
drumming inside my chest.
Listen, to the moaning
pleading for help.
Listen, to the trembling
shaking my chains.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear me?

Will it ever stop?
The hurt runs too deep;
The pain cuts too hard
Make it stop.
Someone, anyone.
Please, help me get out.
Out of these chains,
These weights that drag me down.
Into the darkness,
Where the evil things
Shout, hurt, pain, and, sorrow.
They lash out with
Their spiked tongues
With there conniving words.
Help! I reach out
Someone, anyone.

And there,
A voice whispers.
In the midst of the darkness,
In the midst of the battle.
The quiet beautiful whispering
That says,
Take a good long look
Around you.
Remnants of the broken heart,
Broken souls, and broken spirits.
The broken things
Are slowly being mended
With bulletproof, shatterproof,
Shockproof, waterproof coating
Shining with new found strength
Molded by the hurt, pain, and sorrow
That sent chills of what looked like
You never were and cannot be

Don’t forget that.
You can count on the
Rainbow after the storm,
Treasure under the dirt,
And the light at the end of the tunnel.
So I dare say,
It will be okay.

The four letter word
They say
When you’re not
But ill wash these bloodstained hands
And ill dry this tear-stricken face
Mustering enough strength
To believe, to hope
It will be okay
Someday, if not today.
It will all be okay.
my spoken word composition for the Rhyme & Reason competition in school.
(this was not based on TFiOs)
Listen, to the silence
growing louder and louder.
Listen, to the beats
drumming inside my chest.
Listen, to the moaning
pleading for help.
Listen, to the dripping
coming from my eyes.
Its in here, somewhere.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear me?
its been quite awhile since I've written another poem. I wont make any promises that this will be regular. Ive been so dry...
Christmas is near
When you see

Bright, blinking
Shiny, sparkling

On the highway
Near my house
In a stand

Multi-colored, single-colored
Big, small
Christmas lights
you'll see people selling Christmas lights beside highways and roads in Manila when Christmas time is near
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