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Rhoni Marjonelle Jul 2018
Lust.

Youth never fail to exceed my expectation. I’ve been living ever since God has made this world, the world of pure love and life.


Love and life could be made a one true pair, I think… This OTP that’s everlasting. I never had eyes like yours, lips, nose, hands, hair, feet, and teeth? None of them. But I know, I have life. I’m intangible but you can feel me, right after your mom’s gamete united with your dad’s.

I have had so many children and I’m only telling you one of the simplest. Leo Smith has been a popular kid in their school, lots of girls would be tailing him every day just to say hi or confess.

On the other side of the world, here’s the beautiful mysterious one in their school. No one seems to talk to her. She was always alone, holding the same book. She’s been seen wandering all the time.


It’s the 23rd of December, after mustering up his courage he sent a letter to her:

Hi! I'm Leo Smith from the other class, will you come to the campus library tomorrow? I just have to tell you something.

She, kind of startled, smiled.

When you are born you have talents you simply grab by your innocent hands, but I’ve held you long before you reach out to them.


I am Love. I exist, in your heart, in your mind, and in your body.
#inpiredbyMA #love
84 · Oct 2018
nothing more
Rhoni Marjonelle Oct 2018
simple hellos
goodbyes
and alibi
ain't enough

simple letters
and notes
won't make him
better

simple smiles
and laughs
shouldn't even be
considered

instead,
making him feel
that she still
and will
cherish him
with her
utmost love
that's everlasting
as what they would hope
but could be ending
sooner or later
as what she and he
wouldn't prefer.

hoping that these
twin and win years
would be at their favor
filled with love
enamour
and nothing more.
83 · Nov 2018
i thought
Rhoni Marjonelle Nov 2018
we all have our
endings
happy,
******,
mad
and sad.

we were given
lots of treasure
for ourselves to assure
we know what's love
from attachment

i doubt myself
with every word
from me, he heard
with every
"i love you's"
from me, he deserved

but
has it always been
me?
or, as well,
did he?
be honest and let me know
81 · Nov 2018
her haven
Rhoni Marjonelle Nov 2018
blithe
or blythe
superb it really
is
having him
see and hear
her gestures
her songs
this unwanted
creature
is just so happy
indulging
every sensation,
every affection,
she feels for him,
she gives to him,
and she receives
from him.

maybe she's
clamoring for
this empyrean
man she so seeks
his heart of a
celestial nymph's
his soul of bravery
his obscure love,
her haven,
her puppy,
her endless
trickery.
80 · Oct 31
90°
he did
and
she did
parallel music,
parallel art,
parallel mistakes,
yet perpendicular love.
79 · Aug 2018
puppy
Rhoni Marjonelle Aug 2018
maybe i was wrong
or
maybe i was right
that all this time
you were all alone
alone in the corner
of your own world
of your own dome
a dome of fantasy
of reality
and of melancholy

maybe i was right
that all along
you were sad,
lonely, doleful,
sorrowful
or however you name it

you called me a hare
at the very least
i didn't care
but you were my puppy
so adorable
endearing, loving
and caring as it is.

i may not know
all your worries
no need to scurry
no need to hurry
finding, searching
and seeking
for solutions
only time can give you
only God can provide
only yourself can ignite.

I may not be so
of a close friend
of a close homie
of a close whatever
but at least, i'm a close hare
your hair?
i'll touch it no more
for now
but i hope
you'll be okay
that you'll be fine
again or not

note
friends are always there
like particles in the atmosphere
like notes that you hear
like food you prefer
like love and anger.
Requested
76 · Jul 2018
i'm
Rhoni Marjonelle Jul 2018
i'm
i'm not a fan
of aurora
of beautiful words
of high notes
of fine meal
of fun-filled life

i'm not a person
who is too ineffable
who is too eloquent
who is too capricious
who isn't a nefarious
who has auburn eyes

but i'm a person
whom you can't fathom
masked with faked smiles
covered in blood of sins
drowned in intimidation
pierced with the old same arrows
and burdened with every piece of me
75 · Mar 14
grayed
velvet lips
auburn eyes
curly hair
mysterious glare

from those
raining rays
of sunshine

from the
singing sound
of winding
breeze

she felt his warmth
from across the room
she felt his stride
towards her side
and he
grayed her sight
she felt the
slightest, and most
gentle touch
of velvet.
75 · Aug 2018
before + after = now
Rhoni Marjonelle Aug 2018
"before"
i was doleful
in one way
or another
it is he
who i prefer

i was willing to
die in the arms
of an angel
or an impurity

i was living
with my eyes close
mouth shut
ears are deaf
and
music? "dead"

i was out of it
life's a bore
nothing's all you'd ask for
life's so lifeless
all you'd get is stress

"maybe a daily dose
of inspiration"
(says a friend)
would work

summer and barren weekends...


"after"
i met you
under the autumn trees
you were beautifully made
musically gifted
mentally capable

i heard you
your words
talks about how
i should accept
"before''
and never clamor
for arid days
never seek
for stark bleak

yes, i was afraid
i might fall deeply...
deeper than what
i can handle
and contain
deeper than what
i can say
and digest

love in the winter...

"now"
our journey begins
my love,
towards each other's
heart
towards each other's
hands

our love blooms
in winter
and might die
in summer

BUT, let's
thank and love
every piece of us
every breath we take
is now we make.
73 · Dec 2018
none.
Rhoni Marjonelle Dec 2018
sadly, she was right
that he wasn't
meant for her.

she gave more
than what he
deserved.

but, she got
nothing in return.
73 · Mar 17
once upon a march
trees performing
pirouettes,
lights glowing
like stars and embers,
busy feet stumbling
upon the boredom
of pavements,
flickering lights of
airplanes filled the
deep blues of the
pool of clouds
which embraces the
tears of the heavens,
calling out for
the he she can't see.

then,
a sad, sad, sad
glance
was seen
far from a sight.

there he stood
where no one else
could.

there she loses
her ephemeral
self.

in front of the auburn
trees, swaying
with the wind.

she hung herself.
he fell to the ground.
he didn't lose her
she lost him,
once upon a march,
underneath
the wooden arch.
72 · Nov 2018
her
Rhoni Marjonelle Nov 2018
her
he does have
those so-called
mediocre looks

he does have
those off-key
notes

he does have
those unlived
thoughts

and

he does have
a heart of gold
his soul's
way too bold,
way too strong,
way too unwrong.

he was her
current everything,
her decent wings,
her ethereal man,
her eternal friend,
her beautiful distraction
her silent explosion
67 · Jan 2
his habit
he let words
of his own
criticism
be heard
by her.

those remarks
he confidently
made with no signs
of remorse
nor humor.

after another
daylight,
he said
it was the means
of himself,
it was him,
such enormous,
kind,
insensitive, and
silent inconsistency.

once done more,
will it be just as it is?
or will it turn into
a consistently done
habit?
64 · Jan 19
soon.
the day was tiresome,
we had to rush stuff
and we needed to
recuperate ourselves.

the day was too short,
it was lacking some
things that were left
unsaid, unheard, and
unshared.

the day was too frigid,
our hands were shaking,
our bodies weren't entwining,
but tears came down
pouring.

the day was laughable,
smiles and chuckles
filled our sad faces.

but, still...

she was never happy
with how she ended
everything about him.

she was all
but lonely,
when she bid
her last farewell
with silence
and greetings,
with wishes
and expectations.

she hopes to see
him soon.
62 · Jan 30
you.
there were two
boys sitting, standing
underneath those
auburn trees,
seemingly mine
yet aren't.

there were two
people who carved
marks and scars
on those beautiful
auburn trees.

there were two
people who left
the auburn lonely trees,

no,

there was only one.

and that was...
60 · Sep 2018
till love comes again
Rhoni Marjonelle Sep 2018
t'was a cold
rainy night
when i began
loving you
too much.

t'was another
summery night
when i began
doubting "me"
too much.

one query and everything
was bewildered
t'was too perplex
to be answered.

one poem
one letter
one word
was heard
and all were
better.

"if ever i fall
in love with
another "him"
shall everything
be the same?"

he answered...

"either with a smile
or a vile
gratitude would be
my sire...for in such
quick moments
i had you to
love me...everything will
be...till love comes
again
and friendship shall
never end."
58 · Sep 2018
flower
Rhoni Marjonelle Sep 2018
i was under
the moonlit sky
no lies,
but,
full of cries

he was under
the sunlit
yet rainy
sky
no doubt,
he could be
mine

maybe both sides
wouldn't have been
so seen..
maybe both sides
were so close
that my happy pill's daily dose
is way too much

then i gave in
i told him
after he did
we reciprocated each other
no need to be bothered

but then
again
i told myself
i can conquer him
but not now,
tomorrow,
nor today
but maybe
when the heavens
and times
would let me
so he is.

something bloomed
last Friday
it was beautiful
so powerful
rain showered
and it was a
flower.
58 · Nov 2018
the stars
Rhoni Marjonelle Nov 2018
we had our
own stories
to tell,
own roles
to play,
own songs,
to sing,
own music
to create,
and
we have
our own
lives to
live.

those stories,
remarkable memories,
will remain as
beautiful, extravagant,
and distinct constellations

after that
there live mistakes,
regrets, sins,
and mischief.

those lead us
to sharp, hurtful
edges,
it makes us
want and clamor
to rewrite
our ties.

but,
i suggest
we make
another story
from the stars
we've used
so far.
57 · Mar 16
the err
the spring
was way too
lengthy,
way too
healthy
for both him
and her.

oh, such wonderful
err.

yes,
a mistake,
a beautiful
and melancholic
breaks and takes.

everything transparent
for everything was
nothing,
for everything was
blushing,
so,
everything was
something.
56 · Jan 2
had
had
during the new
year's eve,
it was sad to
discover and
remember
how he then
lost what
she has always
had.

it was sad to
utter words
which would
never come to
light nor dark.

it was sad to
end the year
with tears
and sheer
calculation
of what's today
and tomorrow.

it was truly sad
to know
that he never had
what she has always
had.
55 · Jan 1
then they're good
beyond the beautiful
vast blanket of stars,
underneath the gleams
of fireworks and
shooting stars,
some sort of
miscommunication
therefore bloomed
like a nightsky's
sudden gloom.

some sort of a knot
tangled itself
and
gave her and him
some forlorn kisses
and goodnights.
trying to hide
every tear in
their eyes
resides.

some sort of happiness
then showered
from the scent
the candle wicks made,
then they clamored
for endless love
and beauty,
for eternal friendship
and clarity.
53 · Nov 2018
the pyrrichs
Rhoni Marjonelle Nov 2018
she was an
ailurophile
he was a
cynophilist
now,
how come
she likes him?
and
he likes her?
when both
can only offer
the opposites
of the other.

how did they
find such
unraveled red
knots?
when they were
too twisted,
too unread.

how were they
able to say
that they liked
each other's
symphony
with wafture
of those warm hands
reaching for such
woebegone faces
with little traces
of summery
and misery.

and finally
how can she
and he
stay with each
other's plea
in a world
full of
uncertainties?

if they could,
and would,
they are pyrrichs.
52 · Mar 17
needles
the sensation
of every needle
puncturing the
fair leather
was more than
pleasure.

it's the way
the threads
drip from
those complexion
down to floor,
what a beautiful
enamor.

it's not to ****
the vessel
we don't own.

it's not to hurt
the one thing
we borrowed.

it's just our
escapade
for the
darkest shade
of happiness.
52 · Aug 2018
miles
Rhoni Marjonelle Aug 2018
you are cheerful,
lovely,
beautiful,
and caring

you're smile shines
sun is your sign
you're voice rings
music is your thing

you're beauty engulfs
you own world
of happiness
sadness
liveliness
and faithfulness

you're love embraces
each and every
piece of someone
his loves, pains,
perfections,
and
imperfections.

you're personality
accepts what's
indefinite, impure,
imperfect and
you insure
no tears are shed
no voices unheard
no notes unsung
no letters unwritten
no miles uncovered
and
all friends are loved.
Camile
51 · Jan 14
it was
51 · Nov 2018
known
Rhoni Marjonelle Nov 2018
something
took place
last night
in a daze,
she cried
she mourned
she wept
and kept
it hidden
and
unknown.
50 · Nov 2018
the harp
Rhoni Marjonelle Nov 2018
on that night
t'was a beautiful
sight
seeing those hurtful,
anxious words
from the gentle
touch of his hands
was delightfully
indulgent
on her part

he said words
that are expected
and are respected
but was completely
denied, rejected
by his own promises
by his own remarks
under the beautiful
moon of the arch
angels.

thus,
music made it's way
to her heart
from the angel's
harp.
50 · Mar 23
one centimeter apart.
we're only
five centimeters
apart,
yet it feels so
distant
and too
abstract.

we're only
four centimeters
apart,
yet it feels too
unreal, too
surreal.

we're only
three centimeters
apart,
yet it feels too
long to be seen,
felt and heard
for every word
was too soft,
such whispers
were but blisters.

we're only
two centimeters
apart,
feeling every inch
of your hair
tickle my skin.

we're now
one centimeter
apart,
and every beat
of your heart
seemed to match
mine's,
and every breath
you take,
is every exhale
i make.

i love you.
50 · Apr 4
we were
labeled
together
for a day.

but,
we are
together
from the start,
regardless
of such.
50 · Mar 16
102
102
this is the
hundredth and
two

a poem about
me and you.

suffering, crying,
and hyperventilating.

from the sound
of the unwanted
truth.

hoping that every
sound, words, and
flickers,
would shine light
to what we had, we have
and we won't have.

and yes
this is the hundredth and
two,
and here i am,
saying
i love you.
50 · Sep 2018
distrust
Rhoni Marjonelle Sep 2018
...i am made.
...carrying such burden.
...i am made.
...thinking i was broken.

...i am here
...all alone
...in a dark valley
...of tears
...all alone
...in an unreciprocated
...appreciation
...all alone
...in this nightmare
...seemingly a dream
...seemingly...

...i was there
...but
...now i am here
...here where no one
...sees
...where no one
...wonders
...ponders
...and where no one
...is alone
...but me.
49 · Sep 2018
"you"
Rhoni Marjonelle Sep 2018
beside the
lonely,
busy
streets of
felicity,
i pondered
wondered
and then
discovered
that i was too
naive, too wicked
to say i like you
when i'm not
allowed to.

along those usual
corridors and doors
i wait...
when i needn't have to.

inside the sunlit
room i witness
your smile and
for a while
i get to be happy
and then lonely
knowing i can't
have and hug you
for fate won't let me to.

gratitude always
engulf me
for i have met
such an annoying
yet sweet "you"
not-so-good-looking
not-so-good-sounding
yet full of tragedy "you"
always doleful
but never loathful "you"
filled with cries
yet full of smiles "you"

i know i'm way
too selfish to say
i like you
but i want to
be your friend,
a good, sweet
and caring one at least

on this day
shall i mark
a "supposed" endless
friendship
so steep
and never stark bleak.
#heWasNeverMineButHeWasMyFriendAtLeast
49 · Oct 2018
as for
Rhoni Marjonelle Oct 2018
as for someone
who is never alone
but always is
as for someone
who is always messy
but never is
as for someone
who is never silent
but always is
and
as for someone
who always love
but never feels he is
i witness how your
eyes say your mind
and how your body
says you're not.

let's simply pull
all remarks
all misunderstanding
and turn them
into happiness
that's so far...
never ending.

let's push our limits
and become the unwanted
by our ancestors
but kind of people
our innerselves clamor for.

with every word you say
and every note i sing
will always bring
us with "yes's" and "no's"
but maybe "do's and don't's"
49 · Mar 17
exception
suns and crescents
well-spent
and transparent.

everything rotated
with her,
she,
and me.

everything smiled
like it should,
would,
and could.

everything~
except me and
you.
48 · Mar 22
the homecoming
she was everything
to me
she was my
eternity,
my endless jewelry.

i loved, cared for her
and cherished her
with all my kindest,
finest manners.

i chased her for
a couple of years,
had her when i'm
in pain and in tears,
hugged her for oxygen
kissed her for love
and owned her for me.

we broke up last spring
i found a new tranquil
person who found me
when i hid myself.

however,
she came back that summer.
the midnight sun's watching
far from behind
but she came back like
everything "was" nothing,
asking for a new treaty,
getting back and back
from the past.

i was pestered,
when she had
the homecoming.
47 · Apr 4
less
when it was nothing,
it becomes something
when it was more
it becomes less.

it is an endless,
infinite,
colorless
thread
which connects
your heart
with a stranger's.
46 · Nov 2018
i did
Rhoni Marjonelle Nov 2018
why had i been
so caught up
with every piece
of this felicity?

i love you so much
to the point of
losing my friends,
my family,
my blood,
my love,
and myself.

but
never did you
ever did what i did
never did you
ever feel what i did
never did you
ever love me like
how i did.
please lemme know
46 · Feb 7
n't
n't
i wish i wasn't
i wish you weren't
but.
46 · Apr 24
terpsichore.
t'was a moonlit night
when she and he
had a fight.

t'was a blue sunlit
sky
when he and i
met.

t'was a translucent
daylight
where surprising
movements
took place.

at first,
t'was formidable,
daunting, and daring.

she was haunted.

the second time,
t'was sweet,
sweaty,
red,
and tired.

t'was
him and me
under the hidden,
private, and
quiet sun room,
full of kisses,
hugs,
breaths,
temptations,
chaos,
trickery,
and all
terpsichore.
46 · Apr 26
suaviate
the walls
were white
and cold.

it's time for the
ocean sky to
gyrate its way to
crimson sunset.

she and he
were standing,
gazing at the
clueless crowd.

suddenly,
he began to
move and
touch her
velvet lips,
up & down,
all around.

there they went,
wilder than the
rush of the
screeching cars.

he asked for
her permission
for the stairs to be
less leveled,
less balanced,
surely torrid,
surely sultry.

as they went
with the
stairs not leveled,
lips but velvet
and still tangled,
necks' just clammy,
and their
way's so classy,
she lifted her
right limb
and twist it to
his left part,
she was
insensible.

the second time,
he responded
and grabbed her
right limb
towards his.

the time was too
rapid, too
swift.

he held her tight,
his hands
from her nape,
to her neck,
to her shoulders,
to her back,
down to her
waist
as she awaits
and made her chase
from the levels
of both's
wavering stairs.

everything ends
with a sweet
and light
touch of their
velvet lips.

the flower bloomed
never late,
never doomed.

the flower was
indeed,
hyacinth still,
but something
worth of
a pink carnation.
44 · Mar 5
her home
throughout the happiness
that occured
within the surface

throughout the laughter
that she murmured
for you to hear

throughout every advice
she gave
for you to word

throughout every smile
she brought you
for you to be happy

she had an endless
longing for
something

she'd been forlorn
every single time
she steps on the
treshhold
between her house
and her home.
44 · Mar 16
the well
he shared his book,
she listened to his stories.
he shared his music,
she wrote him notes.
he shared his poems,
she sang him words.

he mentioned the labyrinth
she remembered it all.

yet,
what he's uncertain,
or say, untold,
was that
she had her own
well.
42 · Jan 30
she held out
he ran away
she stumbled,
struggled,
and was baffled.

she was drowning,
not because she didn't
know how to swim,
but because the tides
were too high.

she was crying,
they didn't know
that she was,
even him.

she was dying,
they can't see
and hear
what she is
and what she has,
how she is
and how
she was.

she held out.
42 · Nov 2018
the enthusiasts
Rhoni Marjonelle Nov 2018
during this
lovely epoch
she so seeks,
from those
wistful streets
she walks with him
she hears
the sonorous,
imposing sound
of silence.

with each words
resonating
within their
inner selves,
after every step,
indulging
such ephemeral
such denouement
they've long foreseen.

she was too
nefarious
for this man
made of
flowery words
sly actions
and
warm hugs.
42 · Jan 18
not you but him
tonight was cold,
indeed.
tonight was short,
indeed.
tonight was lovely,
indeed.
tonight was lonely,
indeed.

i should have known
better
about the latter.

i should have anticipated,
not all efforts
were equally
reciprocated.

i hope tomorrow's
good and would
be little less lonely,
for you are all
i seek,
your hugs are all
i need,
you comforting words
are all
i want to hear
and let me bear
the pain of losing him,
not you but
"him."
42 · Nov 2018
sudden forever
Rhoni Marjonelle Nov 2018
from the very
first night
we shared
these bearable
adorations
these happy
emotions,
i was so happy
i hope you were too
i wasn't desperate
like you were too,
i wasn't expressive
like you were too.

we both were
playing it safe,
way too fun
way too out
of the "ordinary"

beyond what i know
there lives this
competition within you
there lives this
confusion succumbing you
there lives this
remnant of what's before
the beautiful execution
of pure moving on
from such twinny tragedy
from such uncalled happening

and i am now
regretting
that something took
place last september
and all i can remember
is that i felt the "feels"
of such sudden forever.
41 · Nov 2018
the continuation
Rhoni Marjonelle Nov 2018
a dear friend
mentioned about
how to
redirect the stars

a dear she
thought me
how to make
something
from those
stars

but
a dear he
told her
to enter
a beginning
from the amusing,
entertaining,
stitched and
loved ending.

she was for he.
40 · Mar 16
than a broken love.
everything was
foreign
everything was
loudly silent.

those flat lines
made her burst
into tears and
blood.

those tears
like rain
dried from above,
hurt her more
than having
a broken love.
37 · Oct 2018
colors
Rhoni Marjonelle Oct 2018
when i see you
i see phosphenes
vivid as daylight
colorful and bright

when i hear you
i hear you bombinate
with intricate
notes and melodies.

when i love you
i love "you"
you so happy
you so lonely
you my felicity
my manly
paragon
of happiness
sorrow with
all sorts of rainbow.
37 · Oct 2018
or
Rhoni Marjonelle Oct 2018
or
twas a sunday afternoon
when he went out
on a tour
just to make up for
the lost time
and leisure.

twas under that postlit
shade when i
started to pick
words under Joker's
and truth lower
than any mundane
encounters.

after crossing
those tiring stairs
i laid my body
and started to worry
after telling him
that i hate him so
after all those remarks,
so poor, said i
it took 20 minutes
for me to realize
that it was either
love or attachment.

tears did drop
though everything
was but a false claim
though everything
was still the same
and still will remain
because deep down
i know that
it is either
attachment or
love.
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