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"bagan" poems
It should’ve been Bagan – she always loved Bagan, Myanmar. look, woman. I am a dog outside your home, overwrought and disarmed, hunting for bones. inverse moon over Pasig tonight and I am on my 4th bottle of beer already, barking without teeth. raged behind the typewriter with nothing but a visibly veiled waiting this stance so obscure, so absurd like the abrupt life of candle-flame. I was the lover and you cared for flame: now the fire is dead and there is nothing left for the sea to lambast, erased by the shores of feel. symphonies out on the streets like leprous children scrunched deep in the mire of the streets for alms. it is now my 5th bottle and I **** on the stone-gnome in my mother’s lawn and she will know of the reek of this pungent disbelief – scorn me for my heavy drinking but what is a man to do when he is as destroyed as the morning outside?
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
Bagan
A poet hidden in a singer, A singer hidden in a poet, Under the grey skies, On a land of snow, Her lamp almost burned, She wrote, She was a poet, But she sang too, She sang her melancholic pieces of poetry, carved on wood, She sang lullabies with her words, on torn ***** papers, On a broken seat, with a dusty piano, She bagan to play with the waves of notes, pushing her tired fingers, against the keys. Afraid she was because she thought she was imperfect, But some imperfections are beautiful and wonderful, she did not know that. Her pain gave her words birth, Her fears raised her words, Her regrets made her sing, Her beautifully written  poetry, Not too strong, and not to powerful, With a little voice, with a little hope, A girl who was afraid to speak, The one who was afriad of herself, Invaded the universe. With her unheard voice, With those unspoken words. An unexplained series began, When her shaky voice sang her old lost lullabies, And her soul lifted her voice up, Her body still shaking. But not quitting, She wrote and wrote and sang and sang. On sunsets, on oceans, on skies , on rain, She wrote her heart out by singing with her soul.
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
A poet hidden in a singer.
Usahay diri ko ma pinsar it akon kalugaringon Maaram ka man ha ak' nga baga awdunon An pitik han ak' kasing-kasing bagan nag titikadaku Baga hin nagdadagmit, an oras inundang, ambot kay ano? Kon an hangin na huyop ha akon panit May-ada usa nga huring nga ha ak' talinga nasangpit Ha ak' pag ampo, an ngatanan nagin matin-aw, ngan klaro Kay dinhi nga takna, aanhi hi ikaw ngan ako. Ikaw gud an gimamaupayi ha ngatanan An pinakamahusay nga gin-larang Salamat han kalangitan, tigda ka la dinmaop ha akon Ngan hini nga higayon, diri la gihap ak' maaram kon ano an rason. An sugad ha imo, labaw pa hin inop Sugad hin ilayat nga bukatkat nga makuri madakop Ngan han kahulog han bitoon, asya'n pag hangyo Kasing-kasing nga puno'n kalipay, duro an pag lukso. Baga hin diri ka naukoy dinhi ha tuna An imo kaanyag diri harumamay, duro ka makaiipa Sugad ka hin prinsesa han hitaas nga lantawan An magbarantay han baraan nga turumbanan. Dad-a ako ha imo pag lakat Ayaw ak baya-i kay nadiri ak' paglanat Ikaw an akon puruy-anan, ha imo ako mapabilin Tim-os nga gugma nga ginmapos ha akon kasing-kasing.
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Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 8:53 AM UTC
Labaw pa hin inop
here where my soul dies here where my eyes cry here where i take the blame here where you break cries from my throat here where i wish i could fly or float here where my personal hell resides here where my suffering has bagan here where i hope the suffereing will end here where the hate surrounds me here where i call my home.
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Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 5:52 PM UTC
home
I remember walking into the school building The hallways seemed to be more hurried then it was normally The air dense but withstandable I remember hearing words fly from the mouths of other students Words I barely new the meaning of Death It was everywhere poisoning the hallways The classrooms It seemed to be stuck on the ceiling and walls like gas But I woar a mask of doubt It couldn't be true It just couldn't Rumors! My mind screamed to me Rumors terrible rumors! Lies they lie to me! I went into my classroom Keeping calm Then my teacher said it... "I know you've all have heard of Alexandra's death. She drowned, counselors will be free all week, if anyone needs to talk..." My mask was pulled off my face I was now choking on all the gas that made up the reality around me I searched for something to tell me this was a joke... a dream... anything but real I began to cry Tears not like a leaky pipe But like a waterfall Much like the one she drowned in I began to drown Although metaphorically She drowned physically Her body was pulled beneath waves of water and it took her life And took her away from me Those days I didn't understand completely But a drastic change overtook me I began to see death He bagan to walk by my side The sound of gurgling water filled my ears at night The picture of her face and beneath the surface of the water blinded my eyes she screamed She cried But her tears were washed away by the current And I stood on the side of the river Watching her drown I stood without out a sound As the bubbles grew fewer and the struggling ceased I stood sickened Why couldn't it be me
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
The Death of Alexandra
I remember walking into the school building The hallways seemed to be more hurried then it was normally The air dense but withstandable I remember hearing words fly from the mouths of other students Words I barely new the meaning of Death It was everywhere poisoning the hallways The classrooms It seemed to be stuck on the ceiling and walls like gas But I woar a mask of doubt It couldn't be true It just couldn't Rumors! My mind screamed to me Rumors terrible rumors! Lies they lie to me! I went into my classroom Keeping calm Then my teacher said it... "I know you've all have heard of Alexandra's death. She drowned, counselors will be free all week, if anyone needs to talk..." My mask was pulled off my face I was now choking on all the gas that made up the reality around me I searched for something to tell me this was a joke... a dream... anything but real I began to cry Tears not like a leaky pipe But like a waterfall Much like the one she drowned in I began to drown Although metaphorically She drowned physically Her body was pulled beneath waves of water and it took her life And took her away from me Those days I didn't understand completely But a drastic change overtook me I began to see death He bagan to walk by my side The sound of gurgling water filled my ears at night The picture of her face and beneath the surface of the water blinded my eyes she screamed She cried But her tears were washed away by the current And I stood on the side of the river Watching her drown I stood without out a sound As the bubbles grew fewer and the struggling ceased I stood sickened Why couldn't it be me
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Had the time flown, after Bagan was gone Bravery in Mystery, Glory in History Taungoo, Center of Second Empire Which, the ******* of Emperors Surrounded by Moats, mounted by forts Covered with shields, scattered with fields Divided by River Sitaung, Shed by religion in town Buddha in the west, Jesus in the east Land of Poets, chanted in Wats King Natshinnaung mastered at rhymes, Wind of Hell got relaxed under his shines. Have been here for 500 years, Get townies out of tears Peace treaty killed fears, Peak content says cheers
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
Land of Finesses
My fingers are rather cold I gently poke a person, and they jump. I am so cold, I make others jump. My fingers are pretty cold. and my nose is like the tip of ice. So when he leans in to kiss me, he backs up real quick. And with worry and embarrassment, he asks: "Are you sick?" To which I reply, "No I am not. I am frozen inside and out. My inners are tied in a knot, and perhaps, maybe, I have gout. But as far as i've been told, this is just the way I am. And if it bugs you that much, Than please pretend to not give a **** "Well," He bagan, "It doesn't insult me at all- nothing of that such. If it bothered me, I would scram; but you're more than just finger tips, and you're more than your nose. Your kiss is like nectar, every sip I take glows. You are my hummingbird and I, your rose."
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
Your Hummingbird