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  Dec 2014 lost in thought
GaryFairy
In the red corner - me
in the blue corner - life

this isn't a fair fight
there was no sparring or training
I had to come out swinging right from the bell
absorbing every jab that life throws

just waiting for the knockout punch

still dancing and going toe to toe
throwing haymakers left and right
I try to keep my guard up
hoping somehow to win by decision

side-stepping punches
ducking and weaving
uppercut uppercut uppercut
I dropped my guard, and there goes my mouthpiece

ding!

saved by the bell

I still have a few rounds to go...
  Dec 2014 lost in thought
Dark Jewel
To all...
Stop trying to change someone,
Who doesn't want to change.

Stop giving chances,
To those who abuse your forgiveness.

Stop walking back to the place,
Where your heart fled from.
Stop trusting those,
Whose actions are wrong.

Stop giving your all,
To a person who gives you nothing.

Stop fighting for a relationship,
That leaves you alone.
Standing inside that ring.

Most of all,
Stop breaking you heart.
My step mom gave me a photo of this and I thought I would post it because it is so true. I worded it differently to add a rhythm.
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it is just mid afternoon...
weariness now overshadows the sun
that still shines bright upon me...
i feel this gird to my thoughts,
it rules amidst a crowd...
mind is not free to explore.
subject matters are all astray,
concentration is somewhat frayed...

i wait for a few more hours to pass,
when birds
would soon fly back to their nests up the trees,
turning in from their day's adventure,
when shades of burnt orange would fill the sky,
when the sun would hide lower behind the mountains,
when the afternoon air slowly turns
to a cool early evening breeze,
It is time
to be in a corner that awaits me,
where i always want
to be

my mind, my heart, my feet
no longer manacled by then,
would traipse along freely
in a measured, leisurely beat.
can't wait,
~~~~~~~~~~~~
i am there
~~~~~~~~~~~~
n o w
~~~~~~~~~~~~

no words  
only our eyes,
our hands,
our lips
would speak-
unmeasured,
precious hours
moments of
unfettered love,
ours alone
my dearest,
~~~
here,
~~
in
our
haven
by the sea.

~~~~~~~
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(October 11, 2013)


Sally

Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan




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***Feet, mind and heartbeat move fastest when meeting your loved one        
     at day's end...*
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  Dec 2014 lost in thought
Aspen
i laugh at everything and
i talk about my emotions
so freely and i'm open to
everyone i meet but i'm
so scared and i can't even
force myself to get close
anymore
i can't believe i let this
happen
when did it get so bad
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