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124 · Sep 2018
If I Die
Reinier Cariño Sep 2018
If today, I'd pass away
What would people say?
What would you feel about me?
Would you cry or feel bad?

Would you feel lacking?
When a friend speaks of me
What I've done, and have been through
Things you never understood of me

Would you feel more pain?
If you knew the reason behind
That you should've given more recognition
Rather than being ignorant and insensitive

Would you feel clueless and curious?
About something I never told you
That you would perhaps never know
'Cause I'm the only one who does

Would you feel surprised?
Upon knowing that I' ve done something
Something beyond what you never thought of
That has a slight chance of happening

Would you feel bummed?
That you never told me what you wanted
That you wish you could've cherished me
That you didn't see my worth as a person

Would you compliment me?
Say the words in front of my cold body
Words like "I love you" or "I'm sorry"
Words that seem so hard to let out

Would you wrong me?
Speak lies about things I've "done"
Due to insecurities and misunderstandings
That you never really appreciated who I am

Would you feel that I did you wrong?
For doing things I've never meant
That you still have in your heart planted
If I have, then I sincerely give my apologies

As a son, a brother, a best friend, a lover
A friend, a student, an acquaintance, a stranger
Whether your relationship to me is sincere,
Or whether you didn't really dug deeper

Know that I wouldn't be haunting you
Nor think that I haven't forgiven you
'Cause I don't get mad much nor for a long time
So if I'd pass today, I hope you don't feel burdened
91 · Sep 2018
Bundled Benevolence
Reinier Cariño Sep 2018
Blinded
By the colors of the world
Secrets to unravel
Places yet to travel

Binded
By the oaths we swear
That most do not care
And others disdain

Branded
By the lies we make
Where everyone's fake
But we keep living

Bounded
By what we obtain
And remain abstained
To those we do not know

Blended
All the joy and mourn
Like a field of corn
Where he dare blossoms

Bonded
All the things we know
But we do not show
'Cause of our fear of rejection

Bloated
By this posionus smell
An infiltrating spell
Cast by life itself
88 · Sep 2018
Mistreated
Reinier Cariño Sep 2018
He stood up there
His soul— broken
Hands quivered
As time was frozen

Noises scatter
Truths were fake
Too much to decipher
Too much to take

A mind too weak
A heart so fragile
He’s reached his peak
His life was futile

Distant meters
His apartment door
Miles away
From hate and terror

Inches, a few
Away his sentence
The ending phrase—
A living conscience

He kicked the stool
His spirit lifted
No longer a fool
No longer mistreated

A tale so low
An awful strife
Fix your stance
It might save a life

— The End —