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-Haiku


Indelible Words

Inked as small
whispered traces

Liberate the mind.

-R.

10.28.17
-LA

Because what you meant     was weighted with truth,
you have made a mark     I cannot erase.

The whiteness of the milky way
witness your name invariably
in the corner of chaos and order
Inside fragments of settled sediments

There are words that I await
to stream from the fountain
the base of the veined heart
Inside a core to be uncovered

Phrases that wish to be whispered
the nudges of intentions held back
collapsed and clasped in a clap
the ribboned truth that fades

Tell the tales of the indelible ounces
Pronouns and nouns of love and hate
Proverbs of the scent of your breath
The Jasmine that roasts your tongue
Let it's smell infuse my jumbled being
Tell the tales of the indelible ounces
Taboos and tattoos of eternal love
Traffic and tarmacs of the road travelled
The lavender that seduces your mind
Let it transfuse my animate system
Tell the tales of the indelible ounces
Songs and secrets of the bright sighs
Sums and seams of endurance
The cinnamon that spices your life
Let your kiss evaporate in my mist mouth
Tell tales of the indelible ounces
Nuances and notes of our untold story
Novices and nemesis of the unnamed race
The rose that savours your sweetness
Let your hands caress and weaken
As you tell the tales in indelible ounces

In one's lifetime, comes a moment or two,
when a sunny day's sky of powder-blue
turns to an utterly gloomy black night
not at all a beautiful twilight
:::just a dark firmament...no homing birds in sight

When in a flurry,
it comes naturally,
to want to sit...on the ground,
on the floor...just somewhere down
with both palms cupping jaws
resting on knees are angled elbows
discontent and stagnation
nag one's  imagination
heartbeats
............are drumbeats
glances are fleeting
unfocused:::::escaping
such are vain attempts, to dismiss
avoided thoughts and scenes:::to release
::::and decide...all must eventually cease
yet.........it's never easy to find peace
can't just forget sounds of voices...and sweet laughter
jokes and conversations that came, before and after...
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they are tattooed in the mind
::::::::: they are ::::::::::
::: i n d e l i b l e ::::::::::
:::: e s p e c i a l l y ::::
:::on:::moments:::when:::
:::we struggle the most:::
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::::::::only:::­to:::realize::::::
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:::::­:::[[ memories ]]::::::::::
::::are:::a::::[[metal cage]]
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:::::::[[captured birds]]:::::::
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it usually takes long:::::::::::
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::::::from being:::::
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:::[[ c a p t i v e ]]:::
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(November 2015)


Sally

Copyright January 13, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

The first time we've met I knew we'd click.
There was no doubt that you and I wouldn't be closed.
Fate was at my side and helped made a way.
I was happy and enjoyed your company.
I loved how we exchanged laughs and stories.
The late night talks brought me smile and truly unforgettable.
Being with you was good and the feeling was comfortable.
I still recall when we traded hugs.
Do you remember the feeling when we thought each other was enough?
Challenges from your side to mine tried to shake the faith we have.
But I was and still glad that you were with me those times.
No, there was no "us" but somehow, at some point,
I know the feelings once became mutual.
Then, a day came when every thing seemed different.
I asked myself, "What happened?"
Tons of things bugged my mind and heart.
I wouldn't want to lose what fate created in us.
But-
when I tried to speak for myself,
words mumbled and we both misunderstood.
My heart was guilty and didn't mean to hurt.
I wish you know how I badly wanted to make everything all right.
And at the same time, I felt the pinch in my heart
when I heard no words from you.
You shun and made me feel that the feeling I had for you was wrong.
I didn't want to make myself believe that I hope you'd show me that it is you..
you that I prayed for, but I did.
Then again, the situation proved me wrong,
and made me realized that it wasn't love we had.
Why it seemed like fate was kidding with us?
Perhaps, the feeling that was growing before suddenly stopped,
has now a beautiful plan for tomorrow.
The memories we had are indelible.
Now as you face your life ahead,
I'm holding my pen, writing you this  to let you know that my heart isn't holding a grudge.
I know your heart is open again to love someone and
my soul believes that things will surely be better each day.
Today, I'd like to tell you that my heart is happy for you.
Those days we had together gave us something good and lesson to remember.
I hope the new journey that we're going to make in separate ways,
will bring us the joy that we tried looking together.

*-Steph Dionisio, June 28, 2015