Sep 2014
If the lines in my forehead,
be the multiplier of your laughter;
bid grimaced be my days.
If the tears that I shed,
be the sugar in your tea;
let it rain.
If my yelps of pain,
be the lyrics to your song;
take away my voice.
If the cuts on my flesh,
be the curve on your smiles;*
dice me.
If the blood I bleed,
be your elixir of happiness;
deplete me completely.
If the punctures on my heart,
bequeath rays on your sun;
stab me some more.
If the failures I commit,
be the perfection of your day;
wrong me.
If my downfall,
be your supreme ecstasy;
I've long prepared my gravestone.
//So in the end I may say:
I have accomplished my role.
To be the liberation of your morbid soul...//
My existence . . .
**is at your disposal.
be the multiplier of your laughter;
bid grimaced be my days.
If the tears that I shed,
be the sugar in your tea;
let it rain.
If my yelps of pain,
be the lyrics to your song;
take away my voice.
If the cuts on my flesh,
be the curve on your smiles;*
dice me.
If the blood I bleed,
be your elixir of happiness;
deplete me completely.
If the punctures on my heart,
bequeath rays on your sun;
stab me some more.
If the failures I commit,
be the perfection of your day;
wrong me.
If my downfall,
be your supreme ecstasy;
I've long prepared my gravestone.
//So in the end I may say:
I have accomplished my role.
To be the liberation of your morbid soul...//
My existence . . .
**is at your disposal.
It's been a long time since I last posted a poem... Hey there guys! how have my dear fellow aspiring poets been doing? Lately I've joined our school's literary publication (The Spires) and I've been lucky enough to have got in as one of the EBs. This poem is one of my works published there...hopefully it will be. hahaha. :D
(Manila)
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