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Sa pagibig.... Pwede kang magdala, o ikaw ang dadalhin Pwedeng kang paasa, o ikaw ang paasahin Pwede kang manggamit, o ikaw ang gagamitin Pwede kang mabigo, bago mo sya bigoin Bago magmahal, dapat bang handa ka? Na Bago ka masaktan, kailangan ng anestesia, ano para manhid muna? At dapat bang may pamunas? Bago ka lumuha? Ahh, Bago pala ang lahat, ano ba magiging luma? At Ganon ba ngayon pagnagmahal? Para manalo ang taya, dapat **** isugal! Pano kung lahat mo na ginawa? Kulang parin Di ba masakit? Kung Alam na nating masikip sa damdamin, pinipilit pang pagkasyahin Lahat naman talaga pwede diba? Tulad ng sinabi ko sa unang stanza Pwede kayong dalaway magkatuloyan Pwede ding tuluyan kang iwanan Pwede ka nyang maalala, pwede ding kalimutan Pwede ka rin nyang paalalahanan na wag mo na syang ligawan Pero laging pakatatandaan.... Lahat ay nagtatagumpay lang kung naiiwasan ang kabiguan Pero ako, di parin ako matatakot magmahal Kasi alam kong darating ang araw di magtatagal Na ang natagpuan ko man di sakin itinadhana, May itinadhana para sakin na di ko pa natatagpuan Dun ako naniniwala, Ang puso ko di parin nakasara hinihintay lang kita aking sinta Hanggan sa panahon na tayoy magkita Lahat ng pagtingin ko sayo na Ngunit ngayon, sa paglipas ng panahon Ang anyo ng pagibig ay nagbago, Lasa nagkaroon Noong nanliligaw sobrang sweet,Naging bitter ng nabasted Meron pa ngang iba, iba iba ang tinitikman ng di mo nababatid Parang sa kape din, noon stick to one lang ang timplahan Ngayon naimbento na ang 3 in 1 Parang tema ng pelikula din, noon may happy ending Ngayon dapat happy lang walang ending Noon ang poreber pinaniniwalaan Ngayon ang poreber, walang ganyan Noon may pagibig na wagas Ngayon ang pagibig nagwawakas Kaya naaalala kita sa Noon at ngayon Kasi,,,, Noon, saksi ang langit,nagsumpaan tayo Ngayon, dahil sa galit, sinusumpa mo na ako Noon, ang nadarama natin masaya lang Ngayon, ang nararamdaman natin masasayang lang Noon, hawak hawak pa kita,Ngayon, bakit bumitaw ka na Noon, andito ka pa, Ngayon, bakit anjan ka na Di ko mawari ang pagibig kung itoy biyaya bakit masakit kung gaano katamis noon, ngayon walang kasing pait kung gano kainit noon, ngayon napakalamig Kung gano ka kinikilig noon ,ngayon naging manhid Kung gano tayo kalapit noon, malayong agwat ngayon Kung gano tayo nagaalala noon, biglang nagkalimutan ngayon Kung gano tayo kasaya noon, walang kasing lungkot ngayon Pangako **** di ka magbabago noon, ngunit nagiba ka na pala ngayon Kung Ano man ang meron noon, lahat yun nawala ngayon
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
Pagnagmahal
Sa pagibig.... Pwede kang magdala, o ikaw ang dadalhin Pwedeng kang paasa, o ikaw ang paasahin Pwede kang manggamit, o ikaw ang gagamitin Pwede kang mabigo, bago mo sya bigoin Bago magmahal, dapat bang handa ka? Na Bago ka masaktan, kailangan ng anestesia, ano para manhid muna? At dapat bang may pamunas? Bago ka lumuha? Ahh, Bago pala ang lahat, ano ba magiging luma? At Ganon ba ngayon pagnagmahal? Para manalo ang taya, dapat **** isugal! Pano kung lahat mo na ginawa? Kulang parin Di ba masakit? Kung Alam na nating masikip sa damdamin, pinipilit pang pagkasyahin Lahat naman talaga pwede diba? Tulad ng sinabi ko sa unang stanza Pwede kayong dalaway magkatuloyan Pwede ding tuluyan kang iwanan Pwede ka nyang maalala, pwede ding kalimutan Pwede ka rin nyang paalalahanan na wag mo na syang ligawan Pero laging pakatatandaan.... Lahat ay nagtatagumpay lang kung naiiwasan ang kabiguan Pero ako, di parin ako matatakot magmahal Kasi alam kong darating ang araw di magtatagal Na ang natagpuan ko man di sakin itinadhana, May itinadhana para sakin na di ko pa natatagpuan Dun ako naniniwala, Ang puso ko di parin nakasara hinihintay lang kita aking sinta Hanggan sa panahon na tayoy magkita Lahat ng pagtingin ko sayo na Ngunit ngayon, sa paglipas ng panahon Ang anyo ng pagibig ay nagbago, Lasa nagkaroon Noong nanliligaw sobrang sweet,Naging bitter ng nabasted Meron pa ngang iba, iba iba ang tinitikman ng di mo nababatid Parang sa kape din, noon stick to one lang ang timplahan Ngayon naimbento na ang 3 in 1 Parang tema ng pelikula din, noon may happy ending Ngayon dapat happy lang walang ending Noon ang poreber pinaniniwalaan Ngayon ang poreber, walang ganyan Noon may pagibig na wagas Ngayon ang pagibig nagwawakas Kaya naaalala kita sa Noon at ngayon Kasi,,,, Noon, saksi ang langit,nagsumpaan tayo Ngayon, dahil sa galit, sinusumpa mo na ako Noon, ang nadarama natin masaya lang Ngayon, ang nararamdaman natin masasayang lang Noon, hawak hawak pa kita,Ngayon, bakit bumitaw ka na Noon, andito ka pa, Ngayon, bakit anjan ka na Di ko mawari ang pagibig kung itoy biyaya bakit masakit kung gaano katamis noon, ngayon walang kasing pait kung gano kainit noon, ngayon napakalamig Kung gano ka kinikilig noon ,ngayon naging manhid Kung gano tayo kalapit noon, malayong agwat ngayon Kung gano tayo nagaalala noon, biglang nagkalimutan ngayon Kung gano tayo kasaya noon, walang kasing lungkot ngayon Pangako **** di ka magbabago noon, ngunit nagiba ka na pala ngayon Kung Ano man ang meron noon, lahat yun nawala ngayon
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Erebus disaster - November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is Vanda Station. We have clear weather with no cloud and little wind. If you want to fly over the dry valleys we will flash you with our signal mirrors so you can pinpoint the station. Vanda Station, this is NZ niner zero one Roger, we are now just north of Cape Hallett and will call you again for directions. November Zulu Niner zero one Vanda Station. Roger It’s a right hand turn just after Beaufort Island. For the next few hours There was no word worst feared not heard The radio crackled through the night In the un natural sound of SSB All crew up drinking coffee and tea with the midnight sun Glued to the HF single sideband November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is mac centre mac centre howcopy November zulu niner zero one This is vanda station vanda station five four zero zero Relay relay mac centre mac centre Please contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Relay relay mac centre Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen howcopy All through the night Over and over Hour after hour The same message Until that fateful call Feared by all Mac centre mac centre This is navy three two one wreckage sighting wreckage sighting howcopy mac centre navy three one niner Longitude One six sefen Two sefen echo Latitude Sefen six Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre mac centre This is Navy three two one Correction Correction I say again latitude I say again Latitude Sefen sefen Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre Navy three two one Ahh ahh mac centre There appear to be no survivors Howcopy So it was then, That the on board data longitude error some would blame for the crash Is something that happens often but is accommodated by good airmanship by not relying on one thing alone. was repeated in similar fate by a latitude error in the crash site location message from the search aircraft XD01-48321 that found a terrible sight that the sun stayed up on late on a truly awful night when 257 souls met their fate. ©GARY LEWIS.2009
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
Untitled
Erebus disaster - November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is Vanda Station. We have clear weather with no cloud and little wind. If you want to fly over the dry valleys we will flash you with our signal mirrors so you can pinpoint the station. Vanda Station, this is NZ niner zero one Roger, we are now just north of Cape Hallett and will call you again for directions. November Zulu Niner zero one Vanda Station. Roger It’s a right hand turn just after Beaufort Island. For the next few hours There was no word worst feared not heard The radio crackled through the night In the un natural sound of SSB All crew up drinking coffee and tea with the midnight sun Glued to the HF single sideband November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is mac centre mac centre howcopy November zulu niner zero one This is vanda station vanda station five four zero zero Relay relay mac centre mac centre Please contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Relay relay mac centre Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen howcopy All through the night Over and over Hour after hour The same message Until that fateful call Feared by all Mac centre mac centre This is navy three two one wreckage sighting wreckage sighting howcopy mac centre navy three one niner Longitude One six sefen Two sefen echo Latitude Sefen six Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre mac centre This is Navy three two one Correction Correction I say again latitude I say again Latitude Sefen sefen Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre Navy three two one Ahh ahh mac centre There appear to be no survivors Howcopy So it was then, That the on board data longitude error some would blame for the crash Is something that happens often but is accommodated by good airmanship by not relying on one thing alone. was repeated in similar fate by a latitude error in the crash site location message from the search aircraft XD01-48321 that found a terrible sight that the sun stayed up on late on a truly awful night when 257 souls met their fate. ©GARY LEWIS.2009
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How beautiful you are to me With your varieties of colors and such I look at you with great awe Your beauty is my inspiration No thrones and hooks Just smooth skin and good looks Not to big and not too skinny Some how you managed To be a perfect balance You stand tall with pride You stand in unity with your family With your chest facing toward the sun Ahh your beauty is something   i want to become As time grows old My admiration for you dies You lose your beauty Your face turn into nothing but old bones Black as the night As if you hold dark secrets Like you've been through a rough life A story untold
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 1:19 AM UTC
Snapdragon flowers
Far on a lunatic sea, filled with tranquility and serenity, love and devotion, some flowers have made it their goal to bloom in purity, Innocent looking, sweet and with a scent from amongst the heavens, Tricking their foolish, mindless pray to come closer to them while seeping in spite and hatred, longing for revenge for their reflection, A soft breeze accompanies the starlit sky, transient moonlight lurks through in a ghastly, bluish horizon as it rises to claim the heavens for his own once he had reached its fullest phase, ahh those phantoms, Gone mad through a night full of punishment and bloodshed, Before the petals can scatter in a dawning sky they seek for an intent, Finally an attempt would be able to be made, a pity human draws near, weeping in sorrow and grief, causing them to shake excitedly As then their roots would rush out of the ground and imprison him, Twisted illusion of diversion, as they pierce through skin and bones, dragging his struggling, flailing body underground,remaining unseen Feeding on his blood, using his corpse as a fertiliser they stay pure, Moved for one instant, they dive deeper into the soil of this landscape Hatred twines around them, causing disturbance in their memories, It is alike to be left in an accelerating world of recurrance, everlasting, Until the sunrise has dyed the sky in red and everything replicates ~ Umi
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
Lilies of Murderous Intent
Erebus disaster - November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is Vanda Station. We have clear weather with no cloud and little wind. If you want to fly over the dry valleys we will flash you with our signal mirrors so you can pinpoint the station. Vanda Station, this is NZ niner zero one Roger, we are now just north of Cape Hallett and will call you again for directions. November Zulu Niner zero one Vanda Station. Roger It’s a right hand turn just after Beaufort Island. For the next few hours There was no word worst feared not heard The radio crackled through the night In the un natural sound of SSB All crew up drinking coffee and tea with the midnight sun Glued to the HF single sideband November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is mac centre mac centre howcopy November zulu niner zero one This is vanda station vanda station five four zero zero Relay relay mac centre mac centre Please contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Relay relay mac centre Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen howcopy All through the night Over and over Hour after hour The same message Until that fateful call Feared by all Mac centre mac centre This is navy three two one wreckage sighting wreckage sighting howcopy mac centre navy three one niner Longitude One six sefen Two sefen echo Latitude Sefen six Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre mac centre This is Navy three two one Correction Correction I say again latitude I say again Latitude Sefen sefen Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre Navy three two one Ahh ahh mac centre There appear to be no survivors Howcopy So it was then, That the on board data longitude error some would blame for the crash Is something that happens often but is accommodated by good airmanship by not relying on one thing alone. was repeated in similar fate by a latitude error in the crash site location message from the search aircraft XD01-48321 that found a terrible sight that the sun stayed up on late on a truly awful night when 257 souls met their fate. ©GARY LEWIS.2009
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
Untitled
Erebus disaster - November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is Vanda Station. We have clear weather with no cloud and little wind. If you want to fly over the dry valleys we will flash you with our signal mirrors so you can pinpoint the station. Vanda Station, this is NZ niner zero one Roger, we are now just north of Cape Hallett and will call you again for directions. November Zulu Niner zero one Vanda Station. Roger It’s a right hand turn just after Beaufort Island. For the next few hours There was no word worst feared not heard The radio crackled through the night In the un natural sound of SSB All crew up drinking coffee and tea with the midnight sun Glued to the HF single sideband November zulu niner zero one November zulu niner zero one This is mac centre mac centre howcopy November zulu niner zero one This is vanda station vanda station five four zero zero Relay relay mac centre mac centre Please contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen Relay relay mac centre Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen howcopy All through the night Over and over Hour after hour The same message Until that fateful call Feared by all Mac centre mac centre This is navy three two one wreckage sighting wreckage sighting howcopy mac centre navy three one niner Longitude One six sefen Two sefen echo Latitude Sefen six Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre mac centre This is Navy three two one Correction Correction I say again latitude I say again Latitude Sefen sefen Two six sierra howcopy Mac centre Navy three two one Ahh ahh mac centre There appear to be no survivors Howcopy So it was then, That the on board data longitude error some would blame for the crash Is something that happens often but is accommodated by good airmanship by not relying on one thing alone. was repeated in similar fate by a latitude error in the crash site location message from the search aircraft XD01-48321 that found a terrible sight that the sun stayed up on late on a truly awful night when 257 souls met their fate. ©GARY LEWIS.2009
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Noon; I swear by what the angels write, When I met you the world bloomed in me, with flowers far and wide Ahh of all times you have chosen winter to come Its so cold here that I cant even feel my thumb The snow falls into a pretty pile Lets go and sledge, then drink a hot chocolate after a while But in reality, I am sitting here on my chair Trying to write new poems, ideas are quite rare With pen in hand I will try my best And see this as some kind of  a test Until I may or may not run out of ink Until I may am not able to think And until I just want to sink into my bed Ah my pen, you are so pretty, you're elegant and sweet Documenting stuff with you is really so neat Please pen write on ~ Umi
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
The Pen
I went to bake some cupcakes I was in such a merry mood I miss the sweet creamy taste I miss the smell of food Human food, Monster food Oh, its just the same What matters is how to make it good I call this a cooking game A cup of flesh, and mix it well Those smelly rotten eggs Light the fire, the flames of hell Let's chop these human legs Ahh, fresh flour - I stole from the store A little bit of sugar, a little bit of salt Let's knead the dough, let's fetch the coal Surely, this is not my fault For a sudden twist, I suddenly thought Why not stir-in some blood The jar of of red, I quickly sought Where's that stirring rod? So I baked it in the ancient oven And waited for some time Ping! It sprung open! Now let's give it a try! Nothing like a meal For a hungry half-breed Wasn't such a deal It was just what I need Nothing like a Sunday When you're not feeling mad Nothing like cupcakes Nothing like fresh blood Oh, human bones! Ack! Ugghh!!
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
Cupcakes and Blood
Black shoes, white shoes, preparing for my flight shoes, High shoes, low shoes,beautiful peep toe shoes, Business shoes, pleasure shoes, too perfect to measure shoes, Wedding shoes, funeral shoes,running road and tunnel shoes, Strappy shoes,ahh, ****** shoes, annoying clippy clappy shoes, We really do need all of these, While planning our lifes route, But don't complain too much dear men, I haven't started on my boots!!
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Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 4:29 AM UTC
Shoes mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Gather in a dark night, impurities of the mind caused by poisonous emotions from loss and envy, of spite or jealousy, forming misery. Love fades, ahh once so innocently precious, yet fragile in structure, Leaving the servants of it in great despair and even darker hate, Where affection ruled supreme once the scars of misery are causing a heartache from leftover rampage, a riot now presented. Ah, phantoms Swaying back and forth between sadness and anger one gets lost in his own blindness, destroying and bringing himself into ruins, This lingering sadness seems eternal as time passes painfully slower, An enlighting realisation should do the task and let the soul lost inanihilating, irritational despair grow once again strong and happy, A spark illuminating the dark, with patience and hope for the future, But until this event is taking place, a personal hell is what has to be crossed alike a bridge made of anxiety, depression and self doubt. But worry not all you lost souls who are waiting for light! After all, every winter and every night find their end and ensure the dawn of a blooming spring dream. ~ Umi
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
Misery
Often times people say go to the gym, “It’ll make you happy, and you’ll feel energized!” These are some of the things I’ve experienced or thoughts I’ve manifested over my teenage years. Ahh yes great ol’ puberty! Onto adulthood, yikes! Go to the gym and lose that extra weight that your family and so called “friends” have been passively judging you for. Go to the gym, but don’t lift weights because you’ll get bulky, and no one will ever love you if you look like a female Hulk. Go to the gym. Go to the gym. I hear this left and right. But I fear that I’ll embarrass myself and that everyone is watching me. Anxiety and panic attacks hold me back. And what happens when that clinically depressed person is told time and time again to “just work out” and “get out of bed; it’ll make you feel great?” What if they just came down from a manic episode and crashed? What will people say then? Well I know what I want to say: This isn’t as simple as the morning blues or that feeling you have after listening to a sad song that reminds you of your past. (Not to disqualify those emotions whatsoever.) Depression is the ruminating thoughts that no one loves you or ever will. It is feeling so empty that your appetite is nonexistent and your motivation to do what you once loved is gone. Anxiety is holding your breath and forgetting to breathe, so you just sit there in pain until finally someone or something reminds you to release. Release all that you’ve built up. Stop the isolation, and share what’s on your mind. It’s not easy. Trust me I know. Two days ago I went to the gym, and yesterday I went to the gym. Can you guess what I did today? I went to the gym despite every fiber in my being telling me I couldn’t. I had the support of my mom and sister. Find a gym buddy. Start small because all the machines and strong people can look intimidating. But they all started somewhere and now you can too. Make a goal. Something that is not too small or too large. For me, I’m training for a 5K that’s in the beginning of May. It will be challenging yet doable. Sometimes none of us knows what we’re doing, and that’s the beauty and challenges of life. Don’t quit after one try. Your journey is now starting its new chapter. Stay in the present moment, and keep going. I believe in you.
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Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 1:14 AM UTC
Today I Went to the Gym...
Often times people say go to the gym, “It’ll make you happy, and you’ll feel energized!” These are some of the things I’ve experienced or thoughts I’ve manifested over my teenage years. Ahh yes great ol’ puberty! Onto adulthood, yikes! Go to the gym and lose that extra weight that your family and so called “friends” have been passively judging you for. Go to the gym, but don’t lift weights because you’ll get bulky, and no one will ever love you if you look like a female Hulk. Go to the gym. Go to the gym. I hear this left and right. But I fear that I’ll embarrass myself and that everyone is watching me. Anxiety and panic attacks hold me back. And what happens when that clinically depressed person is told time and time again to “just work out” and “get out of bed; it’ll make you feel great?” What if they just came down from a manic episode and crashed? What will people say then? Well I know what I want to say: This isn’t as simple as the morning blues or that feeling you have after listening to a sad song that reminds you of your past. (Not to disqualify those emotions whatsoever.) Depression is the ruminating thoughts that no one loves you or ever will. It is feeling so empty that your appetite is nonexistent and your motivation to do what you once loved is gone. Anxiety is holding your breath and forgetting to breathe, so you just sit there in pain until finally someone or something reminds you to release. Release all that you’ve built up. Stop the isolation, and share what’s on your mind. It’s not easy. Trust me I know. Two days ago I went to the gym, and yesterday I went to the gym. Can you guess what I did today? I went to the gym despite every fiber in my being telling me I couldn’t. I had the support of my mom and sister. Find a gym buddy. Start small because all the machines and strong people can look intimidating. But they all started somewhere and now you can too. Make a goal. Something that is not too small or too large. For me, I’m training for a 5K that’s in the beginning of May. It will be challenging yet doable. Sometimes none of us knows what we’re doing, and that’s the beauty and challenges of life. Don’t quit after one try. Your journey is now starting its new chapter. Stay in the present moment, and keep going. I believe in you.
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Sleep, dearest creature of the night, you who adores the shining moon, I said to myself as the music began to echo through the room A nyctophile blood ******* devil, gifted black demonic wings alike a bat when it flies, strengh beyond reason and a tongue full of sick lies, Yet a ray of sun may be lethal to you, burning you away as if you were paper caught in a firestorm, an inferno of heat, vaporized at last, Life force relies in blood, impurities of constant change I need since I have already passed away theoretically I am most likely already dead A music box plays for me alone, transient melodies from the recurring memories of a brighter, vivid past, to which I am are unable to return to, Ahh, phantoms, a nuisance of the mortal life I have escaped alike the shooting stars over a clear, living,traveling, dark blue night sky Have I toiled well, hard or long to achieve heaven, yet have become stuck as the devils tool in a illusionary world with no end ? Flowing water seals me away, I cannot cross when it rains, and need a polite, kind invitement to intrude and cause wicked bloodshed Sleep, so I may can be innocent until the sun has sunken down to rest, Slumber,  the world of dreams is free from weaknesses to purification, With great magic, comes a devils recitation, engaging in a distant dream far beyond the grasp of my crimson, blood drenched hands, Unable to advance,  shadows of those who have forgotten the fear of darkness spread and creep around, hidden in nights embrace Empty consciousness I am attracted like a fluttering butterfly to the gentle reflected light by the full moon in its fullest sensation, Raise this song of love and paint it in a moonlit night for me, Dance with me, until we aren't part of this world any longer, dear, Sounds melt into silence, structure forms within chains of destiny, Even if tomorrow were never to come, I couldn't care less, For now, just let me rest my eyes ~ Umi
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
A lullaby for a Vampire
Sleep, dearest creature of the night, you who adores the shining moon, I said to myself as the music began to echo through the room A nyctophile blood ******* devil, gifted black demonic wings alike a bat when it flies, strengh beyond reason and a tongue full of sick lies, Yet a ray of sun may be lethal to you, burning you away as if you were paper caught in a firestorm, an inferno of heat, vaporized at last, Life force relies in blood, impurities of constant change I need since I have already passed away theoretically I am most likely already dead A music box plays for me alone, transient melodies from the recurring memories of a brighter, vivid past, to which I am are unable to return to, Ahh, phantoms, a nuisance of the mortal life I have escaped alike the shooting stars over a clear, living,traveling, dark blue night sky Have I toiled well, hard or long to achieve heaven, yet have become stuck as the devils tool in a illusionary world with no end ? Flowing water seals me away, I cannot cross when it rains, and need a polite, kind invitement to intrude and cause wicked bloodshed Sleep, so I may can be innocent until the sun has sunken down to rest, Slumber,  the world of dreams is free from weaknesses to purification, With great magic, comes a devils recitation, engaging in a distant dream far beyond the grasp of my crimson, blood drenched hands, Unable to advance,  shadows of those who have forgotten the fear of darkness spread and creep around, hidden in nights embrace Empty consciousness I am attracted like a fluttering butterfly to the gentle reflected light by the full moon in its fullest sensation, Raise this song of love and paint it in a moonlit night for me, Dance with me, until we aren't part of this world any longer, dear, Sounds melt into silence, structure forms within chains of destiny, Even if tomorrow were never to come, I couldn't care less, For now, just let me rest my eyes ~ Umi
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Looks like you need a drink... What'll it be, let me think... One thing you should know, Little Miss, I'm not a bartender... I'm just winging this... Hmm... Arc in a cocktail shaker Filled halfway up Throw Melz in the mix Just a dollop Let's see now... Spoonful of rhymes Make that a table Few drops of Conor If he's up and able Almost ready... A touch of Tea Maybe a tad more A dose of Frank In a little pour Just about done... Cap it up Shake that shaker Pour it out Top with Silver Ahh... In a cocktail glass Now sprinkle with Dani Let's not stinge Sprinkle aplenty There you go, Hon... Take a full swig When you see the bottom, your pain wouldn't seem so big...
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
Bottoms Up!
You know how the Lorax spoke for the trees? I feel the need to speak for my four-year-old niece. Not because she can't speak -- she can and rarely stops once she starts -- but because there are certain concepts time has yet to grant her. So until time does, I got you covered, Lucy. Mommy, you call it the "poetry" of a child's sleep, ohh 'n ahh, she's so, so sweet, I call it child's "pose." Not the yoga neither. I'm posing and rolling and cooing biding time until you're tripping on the Ambien retreating to a dream. You're only reprieve. 'Cause when your *** is asleep, I be mixing up the Play-doh, red and yellow, black and white, 'till it's 50 shades of brown, alright? Dirt pies from the backyard, put 'em by the brownies in the morning world-weary in your pajamys Slip-up, slip-up, I smell a slip-up. Ain't a direct threat, Queen Buttercup because you'd just say, "I ain't afraid of you, shorty." Blood flow. Blood slow. Simmering, saucy. Mommy, looking down skyscraper balcony. May I remind, a giant ain't bringing down Manhattan, It's that little, wayward wrecking ball, eh Captain? Over my shoulder, drinking from a thermos -- stumble in your step mean you gettin' nervous-- hand me piece of paper and two crayons macaroni orange and swamp water liaisons these coloring sheets are so bourgeoisie. These coloring sheets are so bourgeoisie. "Color outside the lines, eh Lucy? don't play by the rules," my Mommy say, but I been around long enough to know dat 'dese rules pay. Outside the lines?  Is just uh sloppy. Been outside the club in front of the line with my fellow shawties. Slip-up, slip-up, I smell a slip-up. Ain't a direct threat, Queen Buttercup because you'd just say, "I ain't afraid of you, shorty." Blood flow. Blood slow. Simmering, saucy. Mommy, looking down skyscraper balcony. May I remind, a giant ain't bringing down Manhattan, It's that little, wayward wrecking ball, eh Captain? Chicken and fries three meals-a-day. Chocolate milk three meals-a-day. Tricycle boys three wheels away. Hands on your hips can't make me stay. Lego blocks lodged in your skull. I've hid the Advil. The Dayquil. Drank the Nyquil though. Alright, alright, time to get confessional. All my ***** accidents are intentional. I melt my own Barbies to feel alive. Snort glue sticks just to get hella high. Mommy, you've got a messy ketchup face. Mommy, you've got spiders in your hair. Mommy, you've got ****** on your pants. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Bi-otch. Blood flow. Blood slow. Simmering, saucy. Mommy, looking down skyscraper balcony. May I remind, a giant ain't bringing down Manhattan, It's that little, wayward wrecking ball, eh Captain?
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
Wrecking Ball Freestyle (For Lucy Claire)
You know how the Lorax spoke for the trees? I feel the need to speak for my four-year-old niece. Not because she can't speak -- she can and rarely stops once she starts -- but because there are certain concepts time has yet to grant her. So until time does, I got you covered, Lucy. Mommy, you call it the "poetry" of a child's sleep, ohh 'n ahh, she's so, so sweet, I call it child's "pose." Not the yoga neither. I'm posing and rolling and cooing biding time until you're tripping on the Ambien retreating to a dream. You're only reprieve. 'Cause when your *** is asleep, I be mixing up the Play-doh, red and yellow, black and white, 'till it's 50 shades of brown, alright? Dirt pies from the backyard, put 'em by the brownies in the morning world-weary in your pajamys Slip-up, slip-up, I smell a slip-up. Ain't a direct threat, Queen Buttercup because you'd just say, "I ain't afraid of you, shorty." Blood flow. Blood slow. Simmering, saucy. Mommy, looking down skyscraper balcony. May I remind, a giant ain't bringing down Manhattan, It's that little, wayward wrecking ball, eh Captain? Over my shoulder, drinking from a thermos -- stumble in your step mean you gettin' nervous-- hand me piece of paper and two crayons macaroni orange and swamp water liaisons these coloring sheets are so bourgeoisie. These coloring sheets are so bourgeoisie. "Color outside the lines, eh Lucy? don't play by the rules," my Mommy say, but I been around long enough to know dat 'dese rules pay. Outside the lines?  Is just uh sloppy. Been outside the club in front of the line with my fellow shawties. Slip-up, slip-up, I smell a slip-up. Ain't a direct threat, Queen Buttercup because you'd just say, "I ain't afraid of you, shorty." Blood flow. Blood slow. Simmering, saucy. Mommy, looking down skyscraper balcony. May I remind, a giant ain't bringing down Manhattan, It's that little, wayward wrecking ball, eh Captain? Chicken and fries three meals-a-day. Chocolate milk three meals-a-day. Tricycle boys three wheels away. Hands on your hips can't make me stay. Lego blocks lodged in your skull. I've hid the Advil. The Dayquil. Drank the Nyquil though. Alright, alright, time to get confessional. All my ***** accidents are intentional. I melt my own Barbies to feel alive. Snort glue sticks just to get hella high. Mommy, you've got a messy ketchup face. Mommy, you've got spiders in your hair. Mommy, you've got ****** on your pants. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Bi-otch. Blood flow. Blood slow. Simmering, saucy. Mommy, looking down skyscraper balcony. May I remind, a giant ain't bringing down Manhattan, It's that little, wayward wrecking ball, eh Captain?
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*Aku lari ke hutan, kemudian menyanyiku Aku lari ke pantai, kemudian teriakku Sepi… Sepi dan sendiri aku benci. Aku ingin bingar. Aku mau di pasar. Bosan aku dengan penat, dan enyah saja kau, pekat! Seperti berjelaga jika aku sendiri Pecahkan saja gelasnya biar ramai Biar mengaduh sampai gaduh Ahh.. ada malaikat menyulam jaring laba-laba belang di tembok keraton putih Kenapa tak goyangkan saja loncengnya? Biar terderah, atau… aku harus lari ke hutan belok ke pantai?*
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Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 4:43 AM UTC
Puisi Rangga
Ahh, sweet familiar uncertainty My joy you will not steal. My Faith abounds, My journey's sound For my co-pilot's at the wheel. ©Tina Thompson
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 2:29 PM UTC
GOD is my co-pilot
Love for the kingdom of Joseon, Listening to the silent sounds from the past, Heartfelt love for Korea, Watching the melting snow, Dreams of love in a Korean spring, Ahh, my dreams of youth are gone, Love for pink cherry blossoms, Love for festivals, Love for hope, I keep asking myself, "Why? Oh, why did I wait so long?" Hope that the Korean people never lose hope Hope for the future of Joseon, Hope for the cherry blossoms, Hope for a clear spring, Hope for a united Korea, Hope for sunny festivals, Now, if I only knew how to open my eyes, To see; Beautiful spring festivals, Beautiful new hope, Beautiful memories of Joseon, Beautiful cherry blossoms, Beautiful happy spring, Beautiful Korea, Reality is a road leading nowhere, Dreams are a million guideposts that lead us on the path to our future, Bright shiny Korea, Colorful Festivals, Bright children are given the gift of hope, Seeing beautiful memories of Joseon, Bedazzled as if looking at a bright neon sign, Bright cherry blossoms, Bright and warm spring, Birds singing, I must be dreaming, New Korean spring, New path for Korea, New history for Joseon, Feeling the winds of change, New hope, New spring festivals, Newly planted cherry blossoms, Sunny cherry blossoms, Sunny spring, Sunny Korea, Sunny Festivals, Sunny hope, Sunny Joseon, Beautiful Joseon lovely Cherry Blossoms floating above us, Loving a bright Korean warm spring, Bright, colorful spring festivals holding hands falling in love, Now, if I only knew how to open my eyes... Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
Open My Eyes
Love for the kingdom of Joseon, Listening to the silent sounds from the past, Heartfelt love for Korea, Watching the melting snow, Dreams of love in a Korean spring, Ahh, my dreams of youth are gone, Love for pink cherry blossoms, Love for festivals, Love for hope, I keep asking myself, "Why? Oh, why did I wait so long?" Hope that the Korean people never lose hope Hope for the future of Joseon, Hope for the cherry blossoms, Hope for a clear spring, Hope for a united Korea, Hope for sunny festivals, Now, if I only knew how to open my eyes, To see; Beautiful spring festivals, Beautiful new hope, Beautiful memories of Joseon, Beautiful cherry blossoms, Beautiful happy spring, Beautiful Korea, Reality is a road leading nowhere, Dreams are a million guideposts that lead us on the path to our future, Bright shiny Korea, Colorful Festivals, Bright children are given the gift of hope, Seeing beautiful memories of Joseon, Bedazzled as if looking at a bright neon sign, Bright cherry blossoms, Bright and warm spring, Birds singing, I must be dreaming, New Korean spring, New path for Korea, New history for Joseon, Feeling the winds of change, New hope, New spring festivals, Newly planted cherry blossoms, Sunny cherry blossoms, Sunny spring, Sunny Korea, Sunny Festivals, Sunny hope, Sunny Joseon, Beautiful Joseon lovely Cherry Blossoms floating above us, Loving a bright Korean warm spring, Bright, colorful spring festivals holding hands falling in love, Now, if I only knew how to open my eyes... Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
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It looks soft chewy and gooey Ahh the smell It smells like Heaven yum the taste so cheesy and chewy.
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
Pizza
remember that time laying in your bed back when you we both thought we knew and you stroked my stomach and kissed my hearts variously placed of course cleavage. stomach. hips. sleeve. lustful sweet **** me now" boundries not crossed but completely jumped eh, **** it. but for now... your hands? here... and there. remember that time... you smiled and i laughed made the moment ...laughter. "ahh **** **** it was just a dream. snap. back to the percieved whats the point if i'm going to remember every smile, moan and laugh replayed... over and over... **** i'm fertile and *****
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 11:51 AM UTC
fertile and *****
Sara L Russell, 15th January 2016, 00:04 ------------------------------------------------------------------- So yeah this is me and Julie outside H&M;… trying too hard to look **** Desperate tarts more like. We went to Starbucks after that, then the pub, and then… the rest of the afternoon's a blur. Haha. ----------✿----------- Oh yes and this one's me with Foo Foo, stupid cat's sitting on top of my presentation. She can be useless at times but she makes a good hot water bottle when it's like, really cold? You know? Cats are great for that. Dead sympathetic too. Good listeners. ----------✿----------- Oh now this is a good one. This is me with that **** actor off I'm a Celebrity. He was in… actually I can't remember what he was in? Really like, **** though? Yet I've only seen him on I'm a Celebrity? Anyway he was cool with stopping for a selfie. God love him. (Whoever he is). ----------✿----------- Ahh… this one is me with Julie again. She's such a ****** She's got one of those light up Santa hats on. Daft ***** Never did get one for me. Not that I'd wear one. I prefer those furry reindeer antlers. See? There's one of me with antlers on. ----------✿----------- Oh here's one of me and Mum. Yeah very sad I know. She tries so hard to be cool, bless her. Embarrassing really. I gave her my old phone and she still hasn't worked out how to use it. Takes loads of photos of herself though. So sad.
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
Queen of the Selfie
I. Sinong mag-aakalang matatapos ang lahat sa atin? Naalala mo ba na halos boto ang lahat sa atin? Akala nang iba, ‘di tayo magpaghihiwalay, Akala nang iba, tayo'y walang humpay. II. Noon 'yun, at hanggang akala nalang 'yun. Ang sabi nga nila, “Mahirap tumama ang mga akala” Maraming nadismaya at nalungkot nung malaman nila. Na ang dating hindi mapaghiwalay Ay may bago na ulit buhay. III. Bakit nga ba nawala ang dagitab sa'ting dalawa? Ahh, naalala ko na!Nagloko ka nga pala. Humanap ng iba, Samantalang ako tiwalang-tiwala Na ako na ako lang ang iyong sinta. IV. Ako naman 'tong si tanga, tiwalang-tiwala naman Na hindi mo lolokohin ang isang tulad ko, Tanda mo pa ba? Halos lahat ng sikreto ko alam mo. Pati nga numero ko sa ATM pinagkatiwala ko sa'yo. V. Ang tagal na natin, magli-limang taon na sana, Ang dami kong masasayang ala-ala na mababalewala. Pero aanhin ko naman ang mahabang pagsasama, Kung araw-araw may kahati ako sa'king sinta? VI. Siguro nga'y tapos na ang ating istorya, Nabasa na nila ang bawat pahina, Natuldukan na ang kwento nating dalawa. At nalaman na nila kung ano ka ba talaga. VII. Mas mabuti pa ngang punitin na ang bawat pahina, O kaya sunugin nalang, para mas madali, 'di ba? Pero salamat sa'yo ha. Dahil kahit paano may natutunan ako Na hindi sa tagal ang sukatan ng pagmamahal, sa tiwala!
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
Ang Hindi Nagpahalaga
i'm broken and you're stolen, so who do i run to? you're not here for me, you're not even here for you. it used to be just you and i, in the pulsing headlights, but really it's just you just you, and i'm doing anything just to stay alive. do you see how this goes? don't you know i treated you like a prose? your rank was so high in the depths of my mind, but you blew it all away, crashing the crown with the times. now i'm picking up the pieces, and my kingdom says i'm blind, but, my lovely lavender queen, your punches are so kind. i'm letting you go and you're doing the same, but it hurts so much more when you pull me in again. forever lasts a lifetime, right? wrong, you whisper as you put up a fight, to keep me to beat me to beg me to stay, ahh, yes, the presbyopia of love is leading us astray.
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
presbyopia of love
When the moon finally meets it's ceiling Ahh, I wish I could describe the feeling The countryside gives me a terrific peak Early sun illuminates an anacamptic creek The cricket's intuition ends their rhythmic chirp I can see the dew glisten on the grass and the dirt All silence - besides the wind and the bluejay They spin through the sky for a game the two play Warm waves of air push over the hills Goosebumps ensue but I welcome the chills This is a moment that an artist might draw but he simply can't because he's part of it all This is a setting that our memories reluctantly dilute Though recollection of chores are crisp and acute Try as I may - I can not pocket this instant For when the day emerges it all becomes distant
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 3:39 AM UTC
Magic of Morning
Anythin' I want... Everythin' I've ever wanted... Anythin' I dream... Everythin' I've ever dreamed... Brings my heart; to you! Anythin' I desire... Everythin' I've ever desired... Anythin' I fantasize... Everythin' I've ever fantasized... Brings my heart; to you! your hugs, your kisses- your touch, your caress- Ahh Baby, just like that... You've had me fallin' from the start! your hugs, your kisses- your touch, your caress- Every day I'm fallin' a lil' more- your hugs, your kisses- your touch, your caress- Every want... I've ever wanted! Every dream... I've ever dreamed! Every desire... I've ever desired! Every fantasy... I've ever fantasized! your hugs, your kisses- your touch, your caress- Anythin' and Everythin'... Brings my heart; to you! Cause of the day... I was Yours~ your hugs, your kisses- your touch, your caress- You're My Anythin' and Everythin', but yet... You're My Someone I shouldn't have! but... each hug, each kiss- each touch, each caress- then I want and dream of more! still... each hug, each kiss- each touch, each caress- then I desire and fantasize of more... with You! Cause of... your hugs, your kisses- your touch, your caress- You're my Anythin' and Everythin'! "My" Mr. Someone Special who's hugs, kisses- touch, caress- I want! I dream! I desire! I fantasize! Mmm, Baby, yea... 2007 COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey, ~Angelmom~
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
My Anythin' And Everythin'
The time in my youth that taught me about true peace Was fishing with my Papa on the coast of the East We'd get up in the morning before sunrise Papa would wake me with sparkle in his eyes I'd jump down from the bunk bed When my feet hit the floor Smells of Grandma's hickory bacon would rush to my head She would wrap the bacon up in a biscuit and pack it to go I'd grab the bag of bread crumbs we'd been saving for the seagulls, to strew We'd pile it all in the SUV The poles clasped firm on the front bumper Papa's clever bumper holder made of PVC I can smell the salt air so clear Papa and Grandma are always with me Ahh, that is true tranquility!!!
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
TRUE TRANQUILITY
Folds, fur, creases and greases on your clothes Have you had a nice breakfast? No, no, it doesn't seem so. You've had a bad day since you've risen from your bed. Your hands are shaking and don't even notice it, Probably because of the nicotine hidden in the left pocket of your jacket. Ahh! Shut up! You were thinking! It's annoying! Get out! Get out! I need to go to my mind palace! Also, if you think that I'm a psychopath, I'm just a high-functioning sociopath. With your number! -smiles- Oh, John Watson? You've got a limp from your last war from Afghanistan. Your hand stays steady when you're suspicious or feel like you're being threatened. Hmm, you like the battlefield, don't you, John? Ahh, you can be my colleague! Come on, John! Wait, what? Who are you? The name's Sherlock Holmes and I live on 221B Baker Street. And, I'm a consulting detective who uses, The Science of Deductions
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
Sociopath, not psychopath.