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There lived a man, a crooked man
Whose end had threatened and came
His dice were cast before he exhaled his last
Still no one really knew his name

Dawn came swift with the sun in tow
And a breeze full of fresh hale air
Morning light shone with a fist full of hope
And found the man laid sordidly bare

Stiff as a board with his hair unkempt
He wore his skin pallid and grey
His eyes closed with lips slightly parted
He'd left with something to say

In this coat, behind the lapel
Hid quietly a small unseen pocket
In it was found a quaint little note
Tucked in folds within a weathered wallet

The paper stained yellow and tattered at the edges
Suggesting that it was long and old
It had cracked with time, smeared with dirt and grime
And on it was ink written stark and bold

Know this man, the crooked man
Who seemed to meet with death in vain
See this man, the crooked man
Who finally broke free from his ball and chain
Part 4 of 6
~~<3~~

I want to be your sun
the light of your day
I want to be your moon
the light of your night
I just want to be both
your sun and moon
greeting you with rays
of my glorious light

~~<3~~
You and me all the time
love is like coffee
better to drink when
it's not too hot or cold
or it's not too much to get bitter
with not much sugar to be too sweet
Too little or too much are both not good...just a thought while sipping coffee.  Lol
I don't write for you, anymore
I don't care if the way my sentences intertwine don't please you, anymore
you don't deserve to understand what I write, anymore
you don't get to question my decisions, anymore
there is no "us", anymore
you aren't you, anymore
after this poem, I don't write for you,
anymore.
facebook
told  me  yesterday  was
national donut day and I had to
admire how something that's had its
center cut out still         has so much good
to give. and it                          made me wish
you would see                          the remainder
     of me and find                    me worth sinking
your teeth into but you don't. now that
you've painfully excised my heart
you   toss   me   aside
untasted.
Kung binigyan mo lang ako ng isa pang sandali
maaring ngayon ay may bukas na
ngunit tila ang araw ay naging gabi
at ang gabi ay ikaw

ang nota ay ang paulit-ulit **** paglisan
sa gitna ng tahimik na alingawngaw ng dilim
nang malapit na ang araw sa madali
at nang ang tiwala ay natutulog pa sa kuna

umalis ka.

pagkatapos ng iyong mga nagsusumamong halinghing
ng mga umiiyak na “mahal kita”
at ng mga bulong ng pangangailangan

umalis ka.

kasabay ng aking pagsuko sa iyong mga iyak
at kung kailan ang pagtangis ng puso ko ay mahal na din kita

umalis ka.

Sa gitna ng gabi
kung kailan paparating pa lang ang araw

umalis ka.

kung binigyan mo lang ako ng isa pang sandali
at inantay mo ang umaga,
sana ngayon
sa akin ay may bukas na.
Hindi ako ang babae na hinahanap mo
abang-abang ko ang mga mata sa paligid
nag-aantay, nanghuhuli,
nagsusumamo
ako na ba?
ako na ba ang tinitignan nila?
pansin na ba nila ang buhok kong umiindayog kasama ng hangin
pansin ba nila ang marahang paghihiwalay ng aking mga labi?

hanggang sa mahuli ko ang iyong mga mata
nakikita ko na
nakikita ko na kung paano kita mamahalin
kung paano ko kakalimutan at ibibigay ang sarili ko sayo
tahimik na nagmamakaawa ang puso ko
lumapit ka
bigyan mo ko ng pagasa
hindi man ako kaanya-anyaya sa iyong mata
pero pupunan ko ng pagmamahal at ng pagaaruga ang lahat ng hindi mo nakikita
hindi man ako kasing tingkad ng mga bulaklak
at hindi man ako kasing taas ng mga puno  na nasa paligid mo
pero nagmamakaawa ako
bigyan mo ng pag-asa ang puso ko
kahit hindi na pagmamahal ang ibigay mo
kahit hindi mo na sabihin na pwede kang mawala sa mga mata ko
iparamdam mo lang na karapat-dapat ako
para sa gayon matutunan ko naman
na mahalin ang sarili ko.

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