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Jundell Corpuz Sep 2018
for long as the wind blows
‘til end I’ll trace his course
for long as the river flows
on and on, this love endures.
Jundell Corpuz Sep 2018
he is a fire
burning all my doubts and fears
his body exudes a blazing heat
and I was ready for it.
Jundell Corpuz Sep 2018
his coffee is not sweet,
not so bitter, and not so creamy
he wants just the right blend.

he hates polo, just t-shirts.
doesn’t want collars, and over-details.
he likes it simple, often plain.

he’s too picky with unfamiliar foods,
doesn’t eat too much when not at home.
he needs just a single dish.

he doesn’t want it colourful,
black and white satisfy his soul.
a single hue could mean it all.
raphæl Sep 2018
swaying with the wind
brown arms sprout where they were cut
leaves fall but they won't
life will always try to heal
from things the roots can't speak of
We think about how sophisticated and "natural" the style of our human homes when we use wood, especially the rare ones we brag about, cut to elegant shapes and forms; but we never thought about how these beings stand as homes to nature's creatures. We never thought they are breathing beings, too.

This makes me ashamed to be human.
raphæl Jul 2018
a sudden loud honk
of a car shook my senses
as I crossed the street
that's how it felt waking up
to the fact that something's gone
raphæl Jul 2018
the scent of her sweat
cigarette ash on my skin
she says, "don't forget."
as she whispers to my ear
the story of how we met
raphæl Jul 2018
a wan moonlight wades
the pond of the cold tiled floor
beaming existence
I could look up yet choose a
reflection of its presence
raphæl Aug 2018
they don't know, nor care
they laugh over her battle
of despair and rage
of how she crawled to get to
that desk they see as her cage
If only we could eradicate bullying, even if it means we eradicate our very own race.
raphæl Aug 2018
I looked at the bay
it glared back streaks of sunrise
a soul at my shore
the fleeting burn tells my own
I have known those eyes before
raphæl Aug 2018
enlightenment in
perceiving one's existence
comes with suffering
of knowing one's nothingness—
reason to stop existing
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