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 Mar 2019 skye
Stained Glass
One morning

I didn't wake up

And all of a sudden

The world fell in love with me
 Mar 2019 skye
Ron Gavalik
Inside the café, a cute artist
with blackened fingertips
sketched in her notebook.
A handsome boy took the next table
and waited patiently for a chat.
Sketching with a fervor,
oblivious to her surroundings,
that artist and I shared a truth.
Imagination is often preferable
to the daily realities
****** upon us.

–Ron Gavalik
 Mar 2019 skye
raphæl
language
 Mar 2019 skye
raphæl
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 Mar 2019 skye
JE
Sino nga ba ako
 Mar 2019 skye
JE
Hindi ko alam paano ko to sisimulan
Pero bawat gabi ako ay nadadatnan
Sa tanong na laging dumadaan
Dito sa sarili kong sugatan

Pero ang tanong na ito,
Ang laging nagpapahinto
Sa kasayahan kong di aabut nang minuto
Sa pag iisip ko, sino nga ba ako?

Napapaisip ako gabi gabi
Kung saan nga ba ako magsisisi
Ang hindi pag hanap sa katanungan kong tangi?
O balang araw malaman kong ano nga ba akung klase..

Ang mundung ito na malawak
Ay napakaraming tanong na hawak
Iba, mga kababalaghang di tiyak
Nasa kanila ba ang sagot kong tiyak?

Ano nga ba ako dito sa mundo
mag-aaral? anak? Kaibigan? Bestfriend? kalaro? Classmate? O Baka naman isang tagapayo
O baka wala lang talaga ako
Dito sa mundong tinitirhan ko

Baka isa lang akung extra?
Sa buhay ng iba,
Na mahalaga lang pag may problema
At wala nang kwenta pag lahat masaya

Baka nga ganon lang talaga ako
Dito sa mundong tinitirhan ko
Pero minsan sinasabi ko
Baka mahanap ko ang sagot ko dito

Sagot nang isang tanong ko
Sino nga ba talaga ako?
 Mar 2019 skye
Rhutu Tank
She was like music,
And I longed to dance...
For that special one...who is like music to me
 Mar 2019 skye
Pagan Paul
.
And so he sits
once more
folding his life
into an origami box.
Paper walls,
cellophane ceilings.
Counting out syllables.
Sequenced
to twist-**** the mind.
And quietly
he sits
ghosting the room.




© Pagan Paul (04/03/19)
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An extra piece to my poem Fool's Diary posted 2 days ago.
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 Mar 2019 skye
saffronne
I want to take you out
at 11 pm
until the stars fade away,
and only ‘til then.
I wish you and I could leave right now.
~s
 Mar 2019 skye
V
Overthinking
 Mar 2019 skye
V
The art of creating problems that do not exist.
Been doing this a lot lately. ):
 Mar 2019 skye
Grace E
What a Joke
 Mar 2019 skye
Grace E
Life has a dark sense of humor
And the punchline is
None of us are gettin’ out alive
So just laugh about it
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