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"alas" poems

~*for M. both a living one, and imagined, too*~ 10/5/25 just woke up and began to work; the muses are cofuse-ed they think when head hits pillow. it is there then the~moment to refill my head with verses glorious, alas, alack, into the sub-subconscious furnace they go to melt, meld or even die iron of ironies; 90% of these words, were adrift in my head when I to bed, "for to be repaired" last night, and only came to be recalled @ 2:34 am when them muses and you guru, woke me to 'get outta bed', and you who bids me sleep, this clashing arousal, starts engine's cylinders to begin live~composing, stoking and stroking, to awake, create, reassemble and uncover the poetic notions trans~versing my head one-day, someday they will depart, for cleaner, greener Champs-Élysées, where reborn poets speak all languages with equal fluency, eagerly awaiting my spouting in Hindi (already ✅), in Hebrew and any/all dialecticals this god earth ever mothered And there you have it, my FPOTD, dear m., SUNday 10/5 & writ in the city where I am alive in the Den of Writing, where the muses like to hang out with their old companion, until such time they will come to inhabit a younger, well rested, equally restless, a not-my-mine mind <nml>

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Oct 5, 2025

Oct 5, 2025 at 3:08 AM UTC

FPOTD: good mid-of night, my beautiful muses, living and imagined

~*for M. both a living one, and imagined, too*~ 10/5/25 just woke up and began to work; the muses are cofuse-ed they think when head hits pillow. it is there then the~moment to refill my head with verses glorious, alas, alack, into the sub-subconscious furnace they go to melt, meld or even die iron of ironies; 90% of these words, were adrift in my head when I to bed, "for to be repaired" last night, and only came to be recalled @ 2:34 am when them muses and you guru, woke me to 'get outta bed', and you who bids me sleep, this clashing arousal, starts engine's cylinders to begin live~composing, stoking and stroking, to awake, create, reassemble and uncover the poetic notions trans~versing my head one-day, someday they will depart, for cleaner, greener Champs-Élysées, where reborn poets speak all languages with equal fluency, eagerly awaiting my spouting in Hindi (already ✅), in Hebrew and any/all dialecticals this god earth ever mothered And there you have it, my FPOTD, dear m., SUNday 10/5 & writ in the city where I am alive in the Den of Writing, where the muses like to hang out with their old companion, until such time they will come to inhabit a younger, well rested, equally restless, a not-my-mine mind <nml>

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#*It is out of the heart’s cavernous longing and furious search for love, significance, acceptance, approval, identity, security, freedom, belonging, innocence, intimacy and transcendence— out of its primordial memory of what was lost to us in the Garden— that we begin to ***** idols for ourselves. Unconsciously we hope they might restore to us a taste of paradise, taking away our fear and shame and isolation. We yearn to go back but, alas, we cannot get in from there. We ache to connect to beauty, to be desired by it as much as we desire it, and Jesus is the only door by which we may enter. He is the Beauty, and all the rest are simply there like pealing bells to arouse our hearts to Him and tell us that He is coming for us. Still, as if we haven’t quite yet heard and believed the message, we keep aimlessly trying to forge a false righteousness through our false gods. When they are lost or the dreams of them unrealized we are devastated, for the shadows, echoes and reflections we had supposed would finally make us feel good about ourselves have been exposed as frauds, and once again we are left to feel naked but without fig leaves to cover us. It is at these precise moments, when the bottom of our false hope falls out, that we are best prepared to encounter Christ in His intimate fullness and most apt to recognize at last that He alone is everything we have been so desperately wanting. It is our boiling point, where the unbearable weight of failed expectation so crashes in on us that we are finally begging God to lift our idols off of us and deliver us from them, pleading with Him to come and capture us, crying out to Him to possess us fully.*#

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Jul 3, 2016

Jul 3, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC

alyssa-underwood

The Long Way Home

#*It is out of the heart’s cavernous longing and furious search for love, significance, acceptance, approval, identity, security, freedom, belonging, innocence, intimacy and transcendence— out of its primordial memory of what was lost to us in the Garden— that we begin to ***** idols for ourselves. Unconsciously we hope they might restore to us a taste of paradise, taking away our fear and shame and isolation. We yearn to go back but, alas, we cannot get in from there. We ache to connect to beauty, to be desired by it as much as we desire it, and Jesus is the only door by which we may enter. He is the Beauty, and all the rest are simply there like pealing bells to arouse our hearts to Him and tell us that He is coming for us. Still, as if we haven’t quite yet heard and believed the message, we keep aimlessly trying to forge a false righteousness through our false gods. When they are lost or the dreams of them unrealized we are devastated, for the shadows, echoes and reflections we had supposed would finally make us feel good about ourselves have been exposed as frauds, and once again we are left to feel naked but without fig leaves to cover us. It is at these precise moments, when the bottom of our false hope falls out, that we are best prepared to encounter Christ in His intimate fullness and most apt to recognize at last that He alone is everything we have been so desperately wanting. It is our boiling point, where the unbearable weight of failed expectation so crashes in on us that we are finally begging God to lift our idols off of us and deliver us from them, pleading with Him to come and capture us, crying out to Him to possess us fully.*#

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Ang saya matulog Ang saya managinip Walang problema Hindi masama ang ihip Ang saya matulog Para lang akong nahuhulog Nahuhulog sa ideyang tayo Pero di masasabihing totoo Pagtulog na mag-isa ka Sa panaginip kasama ka Naka-ngiti, Magkahawak ng kamay, Nakatawa. Pagkagising mag-isa ka. Nakahiga sa kama Malungkot, Walang kayakap, Marahil na nagdurusa. Nagdurusa sa ideyang dapat may tayo, Kung hindi lang ako bumitaw sa kung ano ang totoo. Naniwala at nagpaloko Sa mga sinasabi nilang kuro-kuro Minsan gusto ko nalang matulog Kase nakakapagod na mahulog Mahulog sa kalungkutan Mahulog sa kasawian May oras na ayoko nang gumising, Sa tulog kong mahimbing. Dahil alam kong kapag ako'y namulat, Gugustuhin ko ulit sumulat. Sumulat ng aking nararamdaman, Sumulat ng bagay na ipinaparamdam, Sumulat ng mga bagay na di mo nararamdaman At sumulat ng bagay na di ko mararamdaman. Pagkatapos sumulat muli akong mapapagod Mapapagod sa nararamdaman Mapapagod sa katangahan Mapapagod sa kabiguan Pagdating ng gabi ako'y hindi makakatulog Dahil sa mga bagay na naglalaro sa aking isipan Pagdating ng alas dos ako'y makakatulog Dahil malinaw na ito'y isang katangahan Sa susunod na pagtulog Sana hindi na ikaw ang laman Ng panaginip At Laman ng puso't isip Dahil masaya matulog Ang saya managinip Walang problema Hindi masama ang ihip

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Oct 4, 2016

Oct 4, 2016 at 8:34 AM UTC

Ang saya matulog Ang saya managinip Walang problema Hindi masama ang ihip Ang saya matulog Para lang akong nahuhulog Nahuhulog sa ideyang tayo Pero di masasabihing totoo Pagtulog na mag-isa ka Sa panaginip kasama ka Naka-ngiti, Magkahawak ng kamay, Nakatawa. Pagkagising mag-isa ka. Nakahiga sa kama Malungkot, Walang kayakap, Marahil na nagdurusa. Nagdurusa sa ideyang dapat may tayo, Kung hindi lang ako bumitaw sa kung ano ang totoo. Naniwala at nagpaloko Sa mga sinasabi nilang kuro-kuro Minsan gusto ko nalang matulog Kase nakakapagod na mahulog Mahulog sa kalungkutan Mahulog sa kasawian May oras na ayoko nang gumising, Sa tulog kong mahimbing. Dahil alam kong kapag ako'y namulat, Gugustuhin ko ulit sumulat. Sumulat ng aking nararamdaman, Sumulat ng bagay na ipinaparamdam, Sumulat ng mga bagay na di mo nararamdaman At sumulat ng bagay na di ko mararamdaman. Pagkatapos sumulat muli akong mapapagod Mapapagod sa nararamdaman Mapapagod sa katangahan Mapapagod sa kabiguan Pagdating ng gabi ako'y hindi makakatulog Dahil sa mga bagay na naglalaro sa aking isipan Pagdating ng alas dos ako'y makakatulog Dahil malinaw na ito'y isang katangahan Sa susunod na pagtulog Sana hindi na ikaw ang laman Ng panaginip At Laman ng puso't isip Dahil masaya matulog Ang saya managinip Walang problema Hindi masama ang ihip

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when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue; when love’s had his tears out, perhaps shall pass a million years (while a bee dozes on the poppies, the dears; when all’s done and said,and under the grass lies her head by oaks and roses deliberated.)

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When Life Is Quite Through With

when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue; when love’s had his tears out, perhaps shall pass a million years (while a bee dozes on the poppies, the dears; when all’s done and said,and under the grass lies her head by oaks and roses deliberated.)

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#*It is out of the heart’s cavernous longing and furious search for love, significance, acceptance, approval, identity, security, freedom, belonging, innocence, intimacy and transcendence— out of its primordial memory of what was lost to us in the Garden— that we begin to ***** idols for ourselves. Unconsciously we hope they might restore to us a taste of paradise, taking away our fear and shame and isolation. We yearn to go back but, alas, we cannot get in from there. We ache to connect to beauty, to be desired by it as much as we desire it, and Jesus is the only door by which we may enter. He is the Beauty, and all the rest are simply there like pealing bells to arouse our hearts to Him and tell us that He is coming for us. Still, as if we haven’t quite yet heard and believed the message, we keep aimlessly trying to forge a false righteousness through our false gods. When they are lost or the dreams of them unrealized we are devastated, for the shadows, echoes and reflections we had supposed would finally make us feel good about ourselves have been exposed as frauds, and once again we are left to feel naked but without fig leaves to cover us. It is at these precise moments, when the bottom of our false hope falls out, that we are best prepared to encounter Christ in His intimate fullness and most apt to recognize at last that He alone is everything we have been so desperately wanting. It is our boiling point, where the unbearable weight of failed expectation so crashes in on us that we are finally begging God to lift our idols off of us and deliver us from them, pleading with Him to come and capture us, crying out to Him to possess us fully.*#

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Nov 12, 2015

Nov 12, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC

alyssa-underwood

The Long Way Home

#*It is out of the heart’s cavernous longing and furious search for love, significance, acceptance, approval, identity, security, freedom, belonging, innocence, intimacy and transcendence— out of its primordial memory of what was lost to us in the Garden— that we begin to ***** idols for ourselves. Unconsciously we hope they might restore to us a taste of paradise, taking away our fear and shame and isolation. We yearn to go back but, alas, we cannot get in from there. We ache to connect to beauty, to be desired by it as much as we desire it, and Jesus is the only door by which we may enter. He is the Beauty, and all the rest are simply there like pealing bells to arouse our hearts to Him and tell us that He is coming for us. Still, as if we haven’t quite yet heard and believed the message, we keep aimlessly trying to forge a false righteousness through our false gods. When they are lost or the dreams of them unrealized we are devastated, for the shadows, echoes and reflections we had supposed would finally make us feel good about ourselves have been exposed as frauds, and once again we are left to feel naked but without fig leaves to cover us. It is at these precise moments, when the bottom of our false hope falls out, that we are best prepared to encounter Christ in His intimate fullness and most apt to recognize at last that He alone is everything we have been so desperately wanting. It is our boiling point, where the unbearable weight of failed expectation so crashes in on us that we are finally begging God to lift our idols off of us and deliver us from them, pleading with Him to come and capture us, crying out to Him to possess us fully.*#

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And in the end, the love you take is the love you make. -The Beatles Isa ito sa mga argumentong dapat lamang pagtalunan. Dahil hindi lahat ng pag-ibig na binibigay mo ay nasusuklian. Masarap lamang itong pakinggan. Noong inibig mo ako, Hindi. Mas tamang sabihin na noong naisip **** iniibig mo na ako, Ay mas pinili **** huwag magbigay ng buo. Hindi ko alam sa'yo pero ikaw na ang pinaka-duwag na taong nakilala ko. Naaalala ko noon ang mga sugat at pilat na naiwan niyang nakatatak at nakakabit sa mga braso mo. Nakikita ko ang mga bakas ng mga hampas nya sa mga balikat mo. Bawat kagat at kalmot at gasgas na ibinigay n'ya sa'yo, Sa mga pagkakataon na akala mo wala lang, Naramdaman ko. Pinaramdam mo silang lahat sa akin. Anghirap palang pilitin na bumuo nang puso na ayaw magpabuo sa'yo. Hindi ko din kasi alam dati na kailangan, ang kagustuhang maghilom, Manggaling sa kanya mismo. Pinilit kong pagtagpi-tagpiin ang mga piraso **** nakakalat sa sahig mula nang binitiwan ka n'ya. Sinubukan kong gamutin ang lahat ng sakit na nagpapanatili sa iyong gising sa alas-tres ng umaga. Pinili kong mahulog sa iyo kahit alam kong mas malabo pa sa tubig ng Ilog Pasig ang pag-asa Na maisip **** sa iyo lang ako. Iyong-iyo lang ako. May mga pagkakataon na nakikita ng ibang tao ang mga pagbabago na akala nila ay ako ang dahilan pero ang hindi nila alam, Sa dami at haba ng mga sakit na iyong naramdaman, Natuto ka lamang na itago silang lahat sa loob mo. Na sa kahit na anong oras, pwede silang lahat lumabas at lamunin na lang ako ng buo. Oo. Ako. Dahil mas pinili kong lumapit sa'yo. Iyong-iyo lang ako. May mga pagkakataon na gusto kong isipin Na ang bagong taginting ng mga tawa mo ay dahil sa akin. Na ang mga panaginip mo kapag ikaw ay mahimbing, ako ang laman. Na ang mga pangarap mo sa hinaharap ay ako ang hiling. At ang bawat pulso mo ay para sa akin lamang. Dahil sa iyo lang ako. Iyong-iyo lang ako. Pero hindi. Dahil andami mo nang natutunang paraan para magtago. Napakadami na ng mga pagkakataon na sinayang mo. Ang akala mo, lahat ng pagkabigo mo sa pag-ibig dati Ay natulungan kang maging mas malakas, mas matatag, mas matalino. Pero hindi. Dahil papasok sa isang bagong pag-ibig ay tinangay mo lahat ng galit. Iniwan mo ang mga aral na natutunan mo maliban sa "Ang pag-ibig ay hindi dapat pagkatiwalaan." Ang tanging bagay na hinahabol mo, na pinipilit **** makuha, Na pinipilit mo dating kapitan kahit na wala na, Ang bagay na akala mo ay lubos sa iyong magpapasaya, Tinitignan mo na may pagdududa ang iyong mga mata. At unti-unti kang nabulag. At hindi mo nakita ang pagibig na nasa harap mo na. Lumipad at nawala. Hindi bulag ang pag-ibig. Bulag ang mga taong pinipilit tumingin sa araw dahil gusto nilang makakita ng liwanag ngunit ayaw alisin ang kanilang mga de-kolor na antipara. Wala kang natutunan sa nakaraan. Hindi ka nga nasasaktan. Hindi mo naman mahagilap ang tunay **** kaligayahan.

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Jun 9, 2016

Jun 9, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC

Ang kaibahan ng katalinuhan at kaduwagan

And in the end, the love you take is the love you make. -The Beatles Isa ito sa mga argumentong dapat lamang pagtalunan. Dahil hindi lahat ng pag-ibig na binibigay mo ay nasusuklian. Masarap lamang itong pakinggan. Noong inibig mo ako, Hindi. Mas tamang sabihin na noong naisip **** iniibig mo na ako, Ay mas pinili **** huwag magbigay ng buo. Hindi ko alam sa'yo pero ikaw na ang pinaka-duwag na taong nakilala ko. Naaalala ko noon ang mga sugat at pilat na naiwan niyang nakatatak at nakakabit sa mga braso mo. Nakikita ko ang mga bakas ng mga hampas nya sa mga balikat mo. Bawat kagat at kalmot at gasgas na ibinigay n'ya sa'yo, Sa mga pagkakataon na akala mo wala lang, Naramdaman ko. Pinaramdam mo silang lahat sa akin. Anghirap palang pilitin na bumuo nang puso na ayaw magpabuo sa'yo. Hindi ko din kasi alam dati na kailangan, ang kagustuhang maghilom, Manggaling sa kanya mismo. Pinilit kong pagtagpi-tagpiin ang mga piraso **** nakakalat sa sahig mula nang binitiwan ka n'ya. Sinubukan kong gamutin ang lahat ng sakit na nagpapanatili sa iyong gising sa alas-tres ng umaga. Pinili kong mahulog sa iyo kahit alam kong mas malabo pa sa tubig ng Ilog Pasig ang pag-asa Na maisip **** sa iyo lang ako. Iyong-iyo lang ako. May mga pagkakataon na nakikita ng ibang tao ang mga pagbabago na akala nila ay ako ang dahilan pero ang hindi nila alam, Sa dami at haba ng mga sakit na iyong naramdaman, Natuto ka lamang na itago silang lahat sa loob mo. Na sa kahit na anong oras, pwede silang lahat lumabas at lamunin na lang ako ng buo. Oo. Ako. Dahil mas pinili kong lumapit sa'yo. Iyong-iyo lang ako. May mga pagkakataon na gusto kong isipin Na ang bagong taginting ng mga tawa mo ay dahil sa akin. Na ang mga panaginip mo kapag ikaw ay mahimbing, ako ang laman. Na ang mga pangarap mo sa hinaharap ay ako ang hiling. At ang bawat pulso mo ay para sa akin lamang. Dahil sa iyo lang ako. Iyong-iyo lang ako. Pero hindi. Dahil andami mo nang natutunang paraan para magtago. Napakadami na ng mga pagkakataon na sinayang mo. Ang akala mo, lahat ng pagkabigo mo sa pag-ibig dati Ay natulungan kang maging mas malakas, mas matatag, mas matalino. Pero hindi. Dahil papasok sa isang bagong pag-ibig ay tinangay mo lahat ng galit. Iniwan mo ang mga aral na natutunan mo maliban sa "Ang pag-ibig ay hindi dapat pagkatiwalaan." Ang tanging bagay na hinahabol mo, na pinipilit **** makuha, Na pinipilit mo dating kapitan kahit na wala na, Ang bagay na akala mo ay lubos sa iyong magpapasaya, Tinitignan mo na may pagdududa ang iyong mga mata. At unti-unti kang nabulag. At hindi mo nakita ang pagibig na nasa harap mo na. Lumipad at nawala. Hindi bulag ang pag-ibig. Bulag ang mga taong pinipilit tumingin sa araw dahil gusto nilang makakita ng liwanag ngunit ayaw alisin ang kanilang mga de-kolor na antipara. Wala kang natutunan sa nakaraan. Hindi ka nga nasasaktan. Hindi mo naman mahagilap ang tunay **** kaligayahan.

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At ***** Dick's and Sloppy Joe's We drank our liquor straight, Some went upstairs with Margery, And some, alas, with Kate; And two by two like cat and mouse The homeless played at keeping house. There Wealthy Meg, the Sailor's Friend, And Marion, cow-eyed, Opened their arms to me but I Refused to step inside; I was not looking for a cage In which to mope my old age. The nightingales are sobbing in The orchards of our mothers, And hearts that we broke long ago Have long been breaking others; Tears are round, the sea is deep: Roll them overboard and sleep.

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Song Of The Master And Boatswain

At ***** Dick's and Sloppy Joe's We drank our liquor straight, Some went upstairs with Margery, And some, alas, with Kate; And two by two like cat and mouse The homeless played at keeping house. There Wealthy Meg, the Sailor's Friend, And Marion, cow-eyed, Opened their arms to me but I Refused to step inside; I was not looking for a cage In which to mope my old age. The nightingales are sobbing in The orchards of our mothers, And hearts that we broke long ago Have long been breaking others; Tears are round, the sea is deep: Roll them overboard and sleep.

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There you are, standing in the hall with the moonlight cascading onto your skin, showing off the silhouette of your beautiful body. I curse the Moon because it gets to touch you first. As I try to control my inner desire, for one brief moment, I allow my mind to race in desire. Alas! I settled the discussion, I settled the debate and concluded at this one beautiful thing spoke your true fate: 'Gorgeous.' Gorgeous is your skin. Gorgeous is your smile. Gorgeous the way you walk. Gorgeous when I hear you talk. Gorgeous. (Wild thoughts) With my eyes I summoned you, laughing at the Moon as it is no longer kissing your beautiful skin. As I lay you down on the bed I slowly open your legs, I can already smell your nectar. I, like a hummingbird am drawn to your forbidden nectar, then for a brief moment I hear your heart skip a beat. I blow on your ******** now warm to the touch, you let out a soft moan 'ahhhh, love, don't stop'. With a smooth deep soft voice I uttered 'your wish will always be my command' I was truly wrapped in the moment.

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Mar 13, 2018

Mar 13, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC

There you are, standing in the hall with the moonlight cascading onto your skin, showing off the silhouette of your beautiful body. I curse the Moon because it gets to touch you first. As I try to control my inner desire, for one brief moment, I allow my mind to race in desire. Alas! I settled the discussion, I settled the debate and concluded at this one beautiful thing spoke your true fate: 'Gorgeous.' Gorgeous is your skin. Gorgeous is your smile. Gorgeous the way you walk. Gorgeous when I hear you talk. Gorgeous. (Wild thoughts) With my eyes I summoned you, laughing at the Moon as it is no longer kissing your beautiful skin. As I lay you down on the bed I slowly open your legs, I can already smell your nectar. I, like a hummingbird am drawn to your forbidden nectar, then for a brief moment I hear your heart skip a beat. I blow on your ******** now warm to the touch, you let out a soft moan 'ahhhh, love, don't stop'. With a smooth deep soft voice I uttered 'your wish will always be my command' I was truly wrapped in the moment.

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Oct 15, 2015

Oct 15, 2015 at 9:05 AM UTC

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May I kiss you? Just for today Just for an instant- A moment- Just for a day May I kiss you? May I kiss you? In the rain In the snow- In the spring- Just for a season May I kiss you? May I kiss you Just for a moment For alas I know Not of the future And even a kiss today Is more than I can dream.

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May 9, 2014

May 9, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC

May I kiss you?

May I kiss you? Just for today Just for an instant- A moment- Just for a day May I kiss you? May I kiss you? In the rain In the snow- In the spring- Just for a season May I kiss you? May I kiss you Just for a moment For alas I know Not of the future And even a kiss today Is more than I can dream.

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Di ko alam kung paano ko gagawin, Ako'y di mapakali, aking inaamin, Dahil ako'y kinakabahan, Mga ginagawa ko'y di mo magustuhan. Dahil ito lang aking makakaya, Sa kasamaang palad ito lang talaga, Itong aking mga kalatas at tula, Ito lang at wala nang iba. Damdamin ang naging panulat, Inspirasyon ang syang nagtulak, Musika ang sa aki'y umalalay, Sa katahimikan ng umagang walang kapantay. Di lahat ng tula ko ay iisa ang balak, Yung iba'y para lamang ika'y humalakhak, Ngunit di ko alam kung ako'y matagumpay, Upang mapasaya ka ng tunay. Kay rami nga ng aking naiisip, Mga "sana", parang panaginip, Inaasam, nais makamtan, Kahit yung man lang, mapagtagumpayan. Sana ikay napasaya ko, sana napangiti ka kahit papano, Sana naunawaan mo, Mga sanang tulad nito. Sana tanggapin mo, Sana paniwalaan mo, Sana pagpasensyahan mo, Sana, sana, sana, hay nako. Sana man lang naramdaman mo, Ang damdaming ikinubli ko, Sa mga salita ng aking tula, Na sana, sa puso mo'y tumama. Sana man lang ika'y aking naantig, Sana man lang ika'y aking napakilig, Sapagkat di kaya ng aking mga bibig, Di kayang sabihin, minsa'y nanginginig. "sana" na higit sa aking pang-unawa, Tulad ng "sana makuha ko rin ang iyong paghanga", Ngunit iyo'y parang isang malayong tala, Hanggang tingin lang, mata ko lang ang nakakakita. Di ko alam kung ito'y panunuyo na ba, Liniligawan na ba kita? Dahil di ko alam sa sarili ko ang totoo, Ang alam ko lang, ikaw ang tanging gusto. Ako'y natatawa, Ang landi ba naman nitong binata, binatang naghahangad na sana, Sana sa tamang panahon, ika'y kanyang makasama. Ang pinapangarap nyang dalaga.

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May 29, 2017

May 29, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC

Mga "Sana" sa alas dos y medya

Di ko alam kung paano ko gagawin, Ako'y di mapakali, aking inaamin, Dahil ako'y kinakabahan, Mga ginagawa ko'y di mo magustuhan. Dahil ito lang aking makakaya, Sa kasamaang palad ito lang talaga, Itong aking mga kalatas at tula, Ito lang at wala nang iba. Damdamin ang naging panulat, Inspirasyon ang syang nagtulak, Musika ang sa aki'y umalalay, Sa katahimikan ng umagang walang kapantay. Di lahat ng tula ko ay iisa ang balak, Yung iba'y para lamang ika'y humalakhak, Ngunit di ko alam kung ako'y matagumpay, Upang mapasaya ka ng tunay. Kay rami nga ng aking naiisip, Mga "sana", parang panaginip, Inaasam, nais makamtan, Kahit yung man lang, mapagtagumpayan. Sana ikay napasaya ko, sana napangiti ka kahit papano, Sana naunawaan mo, Mga sanang tulad nito. Sana tanggapin mo, Sana paniwalaan mo, Sana pagpasensyahan mo, Sana, sana, sana, hay nako. Sana man lang naramdaman mo, Ang damdaming ikinubli ko, Sa mga salita ng aking tula, Na sana, sa puso mo'y tumama. Sana man lang ika'y aking naantig, Sana man lang ika'y aking napakilig, Sapagkat di kaya ng aking mga bibig, Di kayang sabihin, minsa'y nanginginig. "sana" na higit sa aking pang-unawa, Tulad ng "sana makuha ko rin ang iyong paghanga", Ngunit iyo'y parang isang malayong tala, Hanggang tingin lang, mata ko lang ang nakakakita. Di ko alam kung ito'y panunuyo na ba, Liniligawan na ba kita? Dahil di ko alam sa sarili ko ang totoo, Ang alam ko lang, ikaw ang tanging gusto. Ako'y natatawa, Ang landi ba naman nitong binata, binatang naghahangad na sana, Sana sa tamang panahon, ika'y kanyang makasama. Ang pinapangarap nyang dalaga.

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The gilded opening is terse and with age defined, Locking away the pathway from a golden mind, Hairlike roots of tiny letters form a braid, Ficus-ing along stretching prongs of Purple and Jade, Pushing they gather and spider around its ovate curves, occasioning sprouts from cracks lips perturbed, grammarized rain fertilizing delicate pods of flesh, blossoming frosty lemon blooms of T's R's come to rest, The bunched words hanging, dangling like grapes, of frailty, dipping on fickle branches barely holding on to reality, threatening to fall like daggered swords, But alas are some silently whispered Jamaican words

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Jul 10, 2018

Jul 10, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC

The Gilded Opening

The gilded opening is terse and with age defined, Locking away the pathway from a golden mind, Hairlike roots of tiny letters form a braid, Ficus-ing along stretching prongs of Purple and Jade, Pushing they gather and spider around its ovate curves, occasioning sprouts from cracks lips perturbed, grammarized rain fertilizing delicate pods of flesh, blossoming frosty lemon blooms of T's R's come to rest, The bunched words hanging, dangling like grapes, of frailty, dipping on fickle branches barely holding on to reality, threatening to fall like daggered swords, But alas are some silently whispered Jamaican words

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* Cné I believe in love... In a blink of an eye, a life goes by extinguished in the end. And all that's done returns to dust. No omen can portend. Yet love lives on, infecting all and never really dies It goes beyond the realm of man to live in fragrant skies. And on the spacious sea of clouds, it waits to find a port. And then it anchors in a soul to caper and cavort. Traveler Perhaps In the emotional beginning When head was yet held high Stumbling through clouds Of bright blurry skies Love was a foolish quest Of paralyzing highs And now you're telling me Love can never die? Cné Translucent, the clouds we've sailed and golden sunsets made Kisses that we could have had while watching rainbows fade. Alas, a life's too short to spend in fathomless regret. Perhaps the wheel will turn again another lifetime yet. And so, my love the voyage goes on, to "golden years"? We'll see. Until the other side reveals what shall become of "we". Traveler Indeed A dangerous theory I can't imagine Love roaming free The source of all misery Another invisible ghost Possessing unaware host Surely Love is the blood we bleed All across time and history Love is more than a mere key More than a want Love is a need... **Cné Traveler Tim** *

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Aug 3, 2017

Aug 3, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC

LOVE, a theory (collaboration with Traveler)

* Cné I believe in love... In a blink of an eye, a life goes by extinguished in the end. And all that's done returns to dust. No omen can portend. Yet love lives on, infecting all and never really dies It goes beyond the realm of man to live in fragrant skies. And on the spacious sea of clouds, it waits to find a port. And then it anchors in a soul to caper and cavort. Traveler Perhaps In the emotional beginning When head was yet held high Stumbling through clouds Of bright blurry skies Love was a foolish quest Of paralyzing highs And now you're telling me Love can never die? Cné Translucent, the clouds we've sailed and golden sunsets made Kisses that we could have had while watching rainbows fade. Alas, a life's too short to spend in fathomless regret. Perhaps the wheel will turn again another lifetime yet. And so, my love the voyage goes on, to "golden years"? We'll see. Until the other side reveals what shall become of "we". Traveler Indeed A dangerous theory I can't imagine Love roaming free The source of all misery Another invisible ghost Possessing unaware host Surely Love is the blood we bleed All across time and history Love is more than a mere key More than a want Love is a need... **Cné Traveler Tim** *

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From afar she was admired Clouds shaped of fancy and lust Rainstorm of affection Pouring down upon her Appetite for desire consumed Alas, meant to be, it was not Love unequal, partial, distorted The pendulum swings between Elation and anxiety, passion and pain Tale told many times before Boy encounters girl, boy falls for girl Love, while one-sided is still love But fleeting, unsustainable The great white buffalo Unrequited love

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Feb 13, 2015

Feb 13, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC

Unrequited Love

From afar she was admired Clouds shaped of fancy and lust Rainstorm of affection Pouring down upon her Appetite for desire consumed Alas, meant to be, it was not Love unequal, partial, distorted The pendulum swings between Elation and anxiety, passion and pain Tale told many times before Boy encounters girl, boy falls for girl Love, while one-sided is still love But fleeting, unsustainable The great white buffalo Unrequited love

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Whirlpool of whirling quaint Inequality brewing in the Winepress of smithereens Fragile polity. Voices of weariness cried Out from the wasteyard of Waste for succour, Pointing fingers of Recrimination towards The abyss of drouth , Entangled in conflicts Of interest. Winds of improvised emblem Bearing hunchback of Woes, Raising hands from the Drowning deep sea For rescue like A dejected beautiful Vigaro in a Turbulent ocean of quarrel With her spouse. Whereas reddish fluids of life Runs across the same veins And arteries of haves And haves-not but Cottage of interests Hoisting avalanche of Rainbow-coloured flags Standing aloof on the Pole of misrule, Demarcating their interests. No accommodation for wants In the corridor of affluence. Wants on a trade mission With wealthy but caged in The confinement of wealth. Winds of inequality blew Whirler of wants into The marrow of the Haves-not. Rains of inequality passing Through a lockage of lack Into the improvised, Doling-out poverty to Gain the control of Wealth. Alas! Blindness sees inner Vision of darkness from The households of political lamia. Alas! Deafness hears Discordant vague voices Of failure from the forest of frustration. Alas! Dumbness speaks Language of gnomes out Of the vale of forgotten treasures. Alas! A four year tenancy turning into decades of challenges. But we shall revive our hope and raise our voices tomorrow.

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Feb 22, 2019

Feb 22, 2019 at 8:19 AM UTC

HYMN OF INEQUALITY

Whirlpool of whirling quaint Inequality brewing in the Winepress of smithereens Fragile polity. Voices of weariness cried Out from the wasteyard of Waste for succour, Pointing fingers of Recrimination towards The abyss of drouth , Entangled in conflicts Of interest. Winds of improvised emblem Bearing hunchback of Woes, Raising hands from the Drowning deep sea For rescue like A dejected beautiful Vigaro in a Turbulent ocean of quarrel With her spouse. Whereas reddish fluids of life Runs across the same veins And arteries of haves And haves-not but Cottage of interests Hoisting avalanche of Rainbow-coloured flags Standing aloof on the Pole of misrule, Demarcating their interests. No accommodation for wants In the corridor of affluence. Wants on a trade mission With wealthy but caged in The confinement of wealth. Winds of inequality blew Whirler of wants into The marrow of the Haves-not. Rains of inequality passing Through a lockage of lack Into the improvised, Doling-out poverty to Gain the control of Wealth. Alas! Blindness sees inner Vision of darkness from The households of political lamia. Alas! Deafness hears Discordant vague voices Of failure from the forest of frustration. Alas! Dumbness speaks Language of gnomes out Of the vale of forgotten treasures. Alas! A four year tenancy turning into decades of challenges. But we shall revive our hope and raise our voices tomorrow.

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the thin wall of pretence is the barrier between us for what we lie for what we pretend when all we wanted was to be happy but alas we never learn as we once again lie not to anyone else but to ourselves

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Sep 15, 2014

Sep 15, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC

the thin wall of pretence is the barrier between us for what we lie for what we pretend when all we wanted was to be happy but alas we never learn as we once again lie not to anyone else but to ourselves

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After years of aimless wanderings Leaving behind the cities of midnight revels And the fevered journey in metro rails, I am back at the land of my people. Wherever I went, Under which ever roof I slept, I had carried my land, As a jewel in a casket And ensured it rested safe Ever under my pillow As I moved with aliens Unable to merge with their cultural mores, I saw my land glimmer in darkness Like a dew drop on a moon blanched leaf When I sweated in the blistering sands A patch of green landscape, like an oasis Wafted me in a cool embrace Then dreams poured in like star light And I wandered in the meadows of my youthful love My heart struggling to forget old longings And memories lashing upon me like tidal waves Pursued by that inalienable shadow Suddenly being born in flesh and blood I hastened to the streets of my youth With hopes galore and plans vivid But alas! There is none to recognize me Oh! I am a stranger here An unwelcome stranger among total strangers Now I wonder which is truly my land? The one left behind or the one just landed in? Oscillating between these two worlds, My fractured identity looms large With worms of memories wriggling in my flesh And a myth suddenly dying in my brain

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Jun 7, 2018

Jun 7, 2018 at 10:37 AM UTC

My Fractured Identity

After years of aimless wanderings Leaving behind the cities of midnight revels And the fevered journey in metro rails, I am back at the land of my people. Wherever I went, Under which ever roof I slept, I had carried my land, As a jewel in a casket And ensured it rested safe Ever under my pillow As I moved with aliens Unable to merge with their cultural mores, I saw my land glimmer in darkness Like a dew drop on a moon blanched leaf When I sweated in the blistering sands A patch of green landscape, like an oasis Wafted me in a cool embrace Then dreams poured in like star light And I wandered in the meadows of my youthful love My heart struggling to forget old longings And memories lashing upon me like tidal waves Pursued by that inalienable shadow Suddenly being born in flesh and blood I hastened to the streets of my youth With hopes galore and plans vivid But alas! There is none to recognize me Oh! I am a stranger here An unwelcome stranger among total strangers Now I wonder which is truly my land? The one left behind or the one just landed in? Oscillating between these two worlds, My fractured identity looms large With worms of memories wriggling in my flesh And a myth suddenly dying in my brain

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With skin of satin and heart of glass The dancer watches the seasons pass The crisp winter air has gone away Leaving summer an empty stage Her hair is long Her body tired For she has long awaited summers hour The day is light, life leaps through the sky Bringing forth flowers and bright butterflies The nights are warm A speckled sky The orchestra plays, natures guide She stands to dance Her eyes are blue But alas she has lost her dancing shoes The moonlight dances in her eyes Reflecting the light as she cries

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May 12, 2014

May 12, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC

the-amateur-poet

With skin of satin and heart of glass The dancer watches the seasons pass The crisp winter air has gone away Leaving summer an empty stage Her hair is long Her body tired For she has long awaited summers hour The day is light, life leaps through the sky Bringing forth flowers and bright butterflies The nights are warm A speckled sky The orchestra plays, natures guide She stands to dance Her eyes are blue But alas she has lost her dancing shoes The moonlight dances in her eyes Reflecting the light as she cries

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I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me—who knows how?— To thy chamber-window, sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream,— The champak odors fall Like sweet thoughts in a dream, The nightingale’s complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art! O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fall! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale, My cheek is cold and white, alas! My Heart beats loud and fast Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!

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I Arise From Dreams Of Thee

I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me—who knows how?— To thy chamber-window, sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream,— The champak odors fall Like sweet thoughts in a dream, The nightingale’s complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art! O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fall! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale, My cheek is cold and white, alas! My Heart beats loud and fast Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!

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unang latag ng lupa, nangabubuhay dahil sa tapak ng walang kamalay malay sa pinagdaanan nito. dala ang delusyon ng buhay kapalit para sa bayan, kapalit para sa kalayaan. lumamin, ay mahahayag ang luad tumutulad sa kulay ng dugo. alam ng bulaklak ito, kung sundan ang pinanggalingan magugulat sa makikita; ang kababayang kinalimutan ang kanilang madugong, matimbang, maalamat na mga pangalan; inalala ng halaman. sementeryo, bawat hakbang, walang respeto bawat hakbang, nadudumihan ang mga mukha ng (bayani) taksil (pinaglaban) trinaydor ang kanilang, (at sa dinarami-rami pang mga sambayanang pilipino) tinubuang lupa sementeryo, kaya't malalim ang pananampalataya sino bang hindi maadwa, maawa? bawat segundo may dadasalan bumagsak; at lumalalim ang kulay ng pula. sementeryo, kaya't pagbagsak ng alas quatro ng umaga; nananahimik ang bayan. katahimikan para sa patay; walang sisigaw. ginagambala ang kapayapaan. sa ilalim ng lupa, ang katahimikan hindi makamtan. lahat sila'y gising, lahat sila'y sumisigaw. sementeryo, ang tahanan ko'y sementeryo, kaya't manahimik at irespeto ang patay; ang mga mamayang madamdamin at malakas ngunit pinatahimik. tayong buhay nananatiling patay. silang patay nananatiling buhay. isang siklo. lalalumin lahat ng lupa ng hindi sa tamang oras; isisigaw ang K A R A P A T A N ! isisigaw ang M A L I ! isisigaw ang H U S T I S Y A ! H U S T I S Y A H U S T I S Y A H U S T ngunit walang makakarinig. ang nakabukang bibig mapupuno ng tinubuang lupa na tinaksil ang lahat ng katulad natin. walang makakarinig kahit buong daigdig manahimik.

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May 10, 2017

May 10, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC

unang latag ng lupa, nangabubuhay dahil sa tapak ng walang kamalay malay sa pinagdaanan nito. dala ang delusyon ng buhay kapalit para sa bayan, kapalit para sa kalayaan. lumamin, ay mahahayag ang luad tumutulad sa kulay ng dugo. alam ng bulaklak ito, kung sundan ang pinanggalingan magugulat sa makikita; ang kababayang kinalimutan ang kanilang madugong, matimbang, maalamat na mga pangalan; inalala ng halaman. sementeryo, bawat hakbang, walang respeto bawat hakbang, nadudumihan ang mga mukha ng (bayani) taksil (pinaglaban) trinaydor ang kanilang, (at sa dinarami-rami pang mga sambayanang pilipino) tinubuang lupa sementeryo, kaya't malalim ang pananampalataya sino bang hindi maadwa, maawa? bawat segundo may dadasalan bumagsak; at lumalalim ang kulay ng pula. sementeryo, kaya't pagbagsak ng alas quatro ng umaga; nananahimik ang bayan. katahimikan para sa patay; walang sisigaw. ginagambala ang kapayapaan. sa ilalim ng lupa, ang katahimikan hindi makamtan. lahat sila'y gising, lahat sila'y sumisigaw. sementeryo, ang tahanan ko'y sementeryo, kaya't manahimik at irespeto ang patay; ang mga mamayang madamdamin at malakas ngunit pinatahimik. tayong buhay nananatiling patay. silang patay nananatiling buhay. isang siklo. lalalumin lahat ng lupa ng hindi sa tamang oras; isisigaw ang K A R A P A T A N ! isisigaw ang M A L I ! isisigaw ang H U S T I S Y A ! H U S T I S Y A H U S T I S Y A H U S T ngunit walang makakarinig. ang nakabukang bibig mapupuno ng tinubuang lupa na tinaksil ang lahat ng katulad natin. walang makakarinig kahit buong daigdig manahimik.

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I talk words of lust with a boy unaware I know not if it's unjust if he knew that i would dare To be touching lips with another and another after that 3 boys who want me and on top of that... an ex-lover who awaits her love to be reciprocated by one she had wronged by me, yes, I she has wronged. and alas, the sister of a friend whom i am confused upon if i should love her or not fool, you may think that she is the last one another girl at school she is but a year older i see her from time to time rarely i seek for her she is but a crush the sister, but a dream the ex-lover - such a waste and though it may seem that i am an adultress because of all these men but judge me not i don't belong to any of them commit, you say it is for the best but if i do so again i may have to rip out my chest it hurts beyond words and the pain - i may not be able to bare and i'd have to swallow the hurt again till i am too numb to give a care so tell me, kind stranger, what would you do? if you had 3 boys and 1 girl loving you another girl, you might love and another girl, as a crush don't you think it's a tad bit too much? though, i can't control it I need to be reassured that though my love betrayed me this broken vessel be cured by something more real it has to exist something i wont be afraid to love something far greater than a kiss something others cant take from me something thats just mine something that i can have and keep for all time so tell me, kind stranger, do you take me for a fool? you think i don't know that such thing is hard to find? that it is but impossible because i am still so blind i'll find my happiness i pray to the gods i do but only once i stop thinking of finding it is when id find you you. whom i have poured my heart and soul out to without giving a rat's *** one i'm not afraid of - i'm afraid of everything. you, who is not wearing a mask. if you tell me that you're right there id lose all faith in man kind because i know you're not i know that now. if you tell me you wont hurt me don't say another word because i know you will hurt me i know that now. but i can love myself i can live for myself, too i know that now i don't exactly have to live for you. it is my life this is my world but i'm lonely because i'm too scared to be that broken hearted girl the one who cried the one who swore and hit her lover and walked out the door even if i could i wouldn't change a thing because through this mangled heart i can love true again someday..

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Nov 9, 2012

Nov 9, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC

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I talk words of lust with a boy unaware I know not if it's unjust if he knew that i would dare To be touching lips with another and another after that 3 boys who want me and on top of that... an ex-lover who awaits her love to be reciprocated by one she had wronged by me, yes, I she has wronged. and alas, the sister of a friend whom i am confused upon if i should love her or not fool, you may think that she is the last one another girl at school she is but a year older i see her from time to time rarely i seek for her she is but a crush the sister, but a dream the ex-lover - such a waste and though it may seem that i am an adultress because of all these men but judge me not i don't belong to any of them commit, you say it is for the best but if i do so again i may have to rip out my chest it hurts beyond words and the pain - i may not be able to bare and i'd have to swallow the hurt again till i am too numb to give a care so tell me, kind stranger, what would you do? if you had 3 boys and 1 girl loving you another girl, you might love and another girl, as a crush don't you think it's a tad bit too much? though, i can't control it I need to be reassured that though my love betrayed me this broken vessel be cured by something more real it has to exist something i wont be afraid to love something far greater than a kiss something others cant take from me something thats just mine something that i can have and keep for all time so tell me, kind stranger, do you take me for a fool? you think i don't know that such thing is hard to find? that it is but impossible because i am still so blind i'll find my happiness i pray to the gods i do but only once i stop thinking of finding it is when id find you you. whom i have poured my heart and soul out to without giving a rat's *** one i'm not afraid of - i'm afraid of everything. you, who is not wearing a mask. if you tell me that you're right there id lose all faith in man kind because i know you're not i know that now. if you tell me you wont hurt me don't say another word because i know you will hurt me i know that now. but i can love myself i can live for myself, too i know that now i don't exactly have to live for you. it is my life this is my world but i'm lonely because i'm too scared to be that broken hearted girl the one who cried the one who swore and hit her lover and walked out the door even if i could i wouldn't change a thing because through this mangled heart i can love true again someday..

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Sa tili ay nagulat Oras na bumangon Tumatagistis ang pawis Nagsusumikap sa ilalim ng buwan Nang sa taggutom ang sikmura'y di magtiis Ilang linggo na ang lumipas at muli'y pasukan Di pagbabalik-skwela ang kinapapanabikan kundi ang hirang Ang makita na ngumiti, nagsisilundagan ang saya sa luksong-lubid Sa kumikinang na dilaw - ginto Sa pinto ng silid-aralan Ang pangalan ay sa talaan Sumambulat sa harapan, magiliw na klase at kaibigan Alas singko ng hapon, bumuhos ang ulan Sa hintayan ay sumilong at doon din ang paraluman Ang tatlong estudyante sa likod niya ay di alam Nang isa ay hinipo ang makapal niyang buhok Tinawag na ang pangalan Sa tabi ay lumapit Ang winika ay baka mabasa ka ng mahalumigmig na habyog ng hangin Inaabangan pa rin ang mga binata sa kung ano pang balak na gawin

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Jan 9, 2019

Jan 9, 2019 at 5:30 PM UTC

Ang Buhay sa Takipsilim #46

Sa tili ay nagulat Oras na bumangon Tumatagistis ang pawis Nagsusumikap sa ilalim ng buwan Nang sa taggutom ang sikmura'y di magtiis Ilang linggo na ang lumipas at muli'y pasukan Di pagbabalik-skwela ang kinapapanabikan kundi ang hirang Ang makita na ngumiti, nagsisilundagan ang saya sa luksong-lubid Sa kumikinang na dilaw - ginto Sa pinto ng silid-aralan Ang pangalan ay sa talaan Sumambulat sa harapan, magiliw na klase at kaibigan Alas singko ng hapon, bumuhos ang ulan Sa hintayan ay sumilong at doon din ang paraluman Ang tatlong estudyante sa likod niya ay di alam Nang isa ay hinipo ang makapal niyang buhok Tinawag na ang pangalan Sa tabi ay lumapit Ang winika ay baka mabasa ka ng mahalumigmig na habyog ng hangin Inaabangan pa rin ang mga binata sa kung ano pang balak na gawin

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She laid in her cage, her feathers combed, She was a beautiful red parrot. She was taught what to speak and taught how to be, But she lived imprisoned in a cage. She was looked after well, and she lived with class, But this wasn't where she longed to be. She stared out the window, at the bright, blue sky, And wondered how it would be if she could fly. She had everything that she'd ever want. But why did she feel so dull and lost? What would her life be outside this cage? All these questions burned inside her with rage. She longed to live of her own free will. She wished she could be released. But alas! She'd live and grow old in age, As free as a bird in a cage.

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Aug 3, 2018

Aug 3, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC

As Free As A Bird In A Cage

She laid in her cage, her feathers combed, She was a beautiful red parrot. She was taught what to speak and taught how to be, But she lived imprisoned in a cage. She was looked after well, and she lived with class, But this wasn't where she longed to be. She stared out the window, at the bright, blue sky, And wondered how it would be if she could fly. She had everything that she'd ever want. But why did she feel so dull and lost? What would her life be outside this cage? All these questions burned inside her with rage. She longed to live of her own free will. She wished she could be released. But alas! She'd live and grow old in age, As free as a bird in a cage.

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Cordova, far and lonely. Black pony, full moon, And olives in my pocket: Although I know the roads, I'll never reach Cordova. For the plain, for the wind, Black pony, red moon, And death is watching for me Beside Cordova's towers. Alas! the long, long highway, Alas! my valient pony, Alas, that death is waiting Before I reach Cordova. Cordova, far and lonely.

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Federico García Lorca

Cordova, far and lonely. Black pony, full moon, And olives in my pocket: Although I know the roads, I'll never reach Cordova. For the plain, for the wind, Black pony, red moon, And death is watching for me Beside Cordova's towers. Alas! the long, long highway, Alas! my valient pony, Alas, that death is waiting Before I reach Cordova. Cordova, far and lonely.

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