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 Dec 2016 Nick Feetchi
Onoma
Do  leaves  reincarnate
from  the  same
petiole  they  fell  from*?
 Dec 2016 Nick Feetchi
Jan Harak
I see you dancing in your words
and I see you smiling too
I hear the music of your life
that brought me to you
and into the night
carried by Pegasus
to reach the stars
those distant memories
until you fade out
a wonderful reverie
Mahal kita kaya gusto ko masaya ka

Kahit minsan nakakalimutan mo na ako
Kahit minsan gustong sumabog ng puso

Kahit minsan patuloy sa pag tulo ang mga luha
Kahit minsan hindi mo alam na ikaw ang laman ng aking sinusulat na tula

Kahit minsan wala kang oras sa akin
Kahit minsan sobrang sikip na sa damdamin

Kahit minsan manhid ka
Kahit minsan sobrang masakit na

Mahal kita kaya iintindihin kita
Masaya na akong masaya ka
Another heartbreaking poem
what is this thing called sobriety
what is it like to think clearly
what is this thing i've become
what is it like to be healthy
what is this thing controlling me
what is it like to enjoy life
what is this thing called happiness
what is it too control your demons
My eyes roll back in my head.
Get the bad thing out. Just **** it.
Summoning or suppressing demons: Take a pill and swallow hard.
Have you ever lost control of your body before?
 Dec 2016 Nick Feetchi
riwa
11/17/16
 Dec 2016 Nick Feetchi
riwa
you can not simply
"get over"
a love like ours.
trust me.
12.5.16
She screams and cries
But there's nothing inside.
She won't find what she's looking for,
Because she says that she "just can't anymore".

Her eyes search the floor,
Just to keep her safe,
She wants to keep her distance far away.

She screams, she cries
The nostalgia is building inside.
The girl tries to convalesce from her saudade.

Sometimes she feels big,
But her presence is small.
She screams and cries
That she's burning inside

Only her imagination can put out the flame,
But this only reignites it all over again.

She screams, she cries
She's nothing inside.
Deaf beethoven heard thy symphony
Genius Michelangelo from a rock curved thee
Blind Homer saw thy comely figure
Davinci painted thee superior to Mona Lisa

Ancient Greeks on papyrus praised thee
Today's poets on books we sing of thee
Time turn all beauty and beasts to ashes
But thou ancient lady like a phoenix rises from the dust
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