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Aspen Jun 2015
i've seen you missing
her and her missing you
and i feel like i'm in the way
of something better but i can't
make myself leave you're under
my skin
Corrina Jay Apr 2015
We seem like strangers
When around people,
We don't talk
Need a hit ?
Or a fix ?
We'll call each other
When I say I want to die;
I want to fall down at your side
I want you
I want you to want me back in ways we both know wouldn't be accepted
I want to say I love you,
but I stop myself
So long for now
So long.
Jake. <3
Princess Lynne Sep 2014
And then he pulled me close and kissed my forehead.
The touch of his soft lips against it gave me shivers
It was gentle, sincere, but so innocent
In that moment I was lost and confused
I knew I had my first kiss, I know it.
But all of a sudden his lips took away my past
I couldn't remember my first kiss:
Where it was,
How it was,
Who it was with,
The taste of my first kiss's breath was forgotten
So forgotten that I questioned, "did I even have a first kiss
Or is this my very first, the very first one?"
Because I promise you, a kiss to the forehead had me
Feeling wrapped in snow during summer
Maybe it was my very first time being kissed
...Sincerely by someone who truly cares about me
My very first heartbreak is now forgotten
starting today and for the rest of my days.
VG E Bacungan Aug 2014
The karvings of this awe-full fantasy amplifies,
the throbbing of my freezing heart.
The shapelessness of the kloud whispers,
wonderful mysteries in inaudible murmurs.

The blue-orange painted kanvas above.
The silhouette of the mountains that hide,
behind the undaunted smokes that forms.
The opening that the heavens made,  
to show the earth its dazzling threshold.
Gradually.
Sensationally.
Approaching the land with unfathomable ardor.

Devout of the seamless tenuous night,
Gangas klangs echoes through the cold.
Lumps of land deprive the moment of silence,
as the people sing to the gods with reverence.

Heareth me, O goddess of the krops!
O god o'er all the mountains come see;
How gracefully she stood before me.
While the pyre gives emphasis to her figure.

Kurves of the kreseant resembles her smile;
edges of her lips sink.
Beautiful exkavation mark on her left cheek,

all in perfekt symmetry; perfektion in all she is.

"Saya Suka Awak" I told her.
that very moment:
Sparkling of the stars devoured our eyes.
Sweetest morose partings seeped in voiceless lullabies;
in unison with symphonic notes lulling unsaid goodbyes.
Through the last movement of vagueness the moment subsides.

For the love that profess fades,
with the chilly thin air it travels;
back to the heart of the other.
Oceans apart they were,
yet atop the mountains. . .
love blossomed.
This poem was made during my stay at Bauko, Mt. Province, Philippines for the first ever SEED Program Philippines hosted by San Beda College. I was lucky enough to be one of the nationa delegates for the event. There I was able to meet people from other ASEAN countries and of course the local folks of the place. In that event I saw too many yet wrote so less; perhaps because I was so busy. But, I was able to write this.. Inspired by the panoramic mountain view, chilly weather and someone from the delegates, this poem was born. #SEEDProgram2014 #SayaSukaAwak. <3 ^_^
Nur Aishah Azman Jul 2014
'I like you',
'I love you',
These words,
Can lift you off your feet,
Bursting in euphoria,
You're struck.

Being loved, loving someone,
Swept away with these feelings,
Blinded by it, bind by it,
You fall harder, deeper in it,
These words,
That's what it does.

-nuraishahazman-

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