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 Oct 2013 Sofia Paderes
Chris
I’ve gone through uncountable cups of coffee
over the past few months,
but none of them ever quite taste the same
as the first one I’ve had.
Sometimes not enough cream,
other times too much sugar;
always without you
on the other side of the table.
The night you left,
You left a part of our
Youth, apart from

What we used to be.
We used to be the
Sunshine seeking

To warm the coldness
Of scars caused by
The boldness of

Summertime.

When the seasons of
Our fate fell from the
Trappings of time,

We once tried to count
The scattered leaves
Left by autumn, and hoped

That these were the lost
Anthems of  our hearts, the
Last hymns of our paradise.

Paradox it was.

But still, we never
Ceased from braving the
Numbing frosts of winter,

Believing in our souls'
Springtime where
Flowers bloom, where

Forever looms.
For Ms. Jinky Tubalinal
U.P. Sunken Garden
Quezon City, Philippines
October 28, 2013
 Oct 2013 Sofia Paderes
Chris
I leave the lights off whenever I get home now.
My eyes don’t care much for looking around these days.
My heart was never big enough to get lost in anyways.
They say we haven’t seen most of the ocean floor,
but I could tell you all about it right now.
And that’s okay.
I’m not okay,
but I’m okay.
Even the sea must let go sometimes
and trust that its tides know where
they must be.
Even the waves know it takes time
before they can be free.
I don’t need light to see that darkness
knows how to wait patiently.
And I’m not scared of the dark anymore,
since I’ve realized that it’s just a part of me.
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Death.
Postmodern Poetry

University of the Philippines-Diliman
Quezon City, Philippines
October 22, 2013
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10W Poetry
QC Phil
10.22.13
I'm here in my mom's office
Bored within every crevice.
I turn on my lappy,
before I take a *****.

I open up my Chrome,
and I feel so at home,
excited to finally go
to the sites that will surely make me a hobo.

Tumblr
Twitter
and ask.fm
.

Ask.fm
I try to enter.
But you know what I see?
FREAKIN WEB FILTER.

I try to go on Twitter,
giddy as I enter.
But do you know what I see?
FREAKIN WEB FILTER.

So now I'm left with Tumblr,
the site is such a wonder,
Because I go wherever,
But there's never WEB FILTER.

And now I cry,
with tears of blood gone dry.
I cry
I cry.

I wanna go on ask,
coz to torment people there is my task.
But now I can't.
So I cry I cry I cry.

I wanna tweet,
and make people smell my feet.
To share with my followers my despair,
But WTH I'll just sit on my chair.

So now I'm left with Tumblr
and okay fine Hello Poetry.
And I dunno what to do with my life.
So I cry I cry I cry.
I AM SO BORED SOMEONE SAVE ME
 Oct 2013 Sofia Paderes
brooke
i am trying
too hard to
be too much
(c) Brooke Otto
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