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Hawke Feb 2019
Ayoko mag mahal sa totoo lang
hinihintay ko ang tamang panahon ng tamang pag mamahal
hinihintay ang taong makakasama
sa pang habang buhay
ngunit dumating ka
pinakita ang pagmamahal na hindi nakita sa iba
hindi ko alam kung masaya ba ako sa aking nararamdaman o hindi lang ako handa
wag kang magkamali.. mahal kita..
ngunit.. iniingatan ko ang aking puso..
ayokong masaktan
takot ako magmahal.
lalo na takot akong mahalin.
sa lahat ng taong nagpakita ng interes o pagmamahal sa akin
pag ibig mo ang pinaka dalisay
sinasabi **** ako na nga.. at wala ng iba
ngunit mahal... masyado kang maaga nag bitaw ng salita..
salita na balang araw masisira
pangarap na balang araw... hindi matutupad
ayoko magmahal.. ng taong sa tingin ko hindi ko din naman mapapasaya
mahal... balang araw may mahahanap ka din
na iba. taong para sa iyo
taong magmamahal higit sa akin
taong mapapasaya ka.
sa ngayon aking nanam namin muna ang pag ibig nating dalawa
hihintayin nalang na dumating ang araw na mawawala kadin sa aking piling..
patrick Mar 2018
torpe ako kagaya ng iba
hindi ako kagaya ng iba na makakapal ang mukha
na puro lang salita
matatamis na salita
sa umpisa lang palagawa
puro lang dada pero pag dating sa dulo iiwanan kadin naman pala
Kadin Bowling Sep 2017
Red
She was wearing red shoes, I was wearing nothing
At least that’s how it felt when she kissed me
With her lips fuller than a Thanksgiving meal

Paper slipping through my finger, cutting like butter
Gravity pulling the plasma toward the bottom of my feet
Leaving behind a dark red laceration with a pulse

A barrel that is 30 years old, filled with fine wine
I turn the nozzle, which bleeds a perfectly ripe, healthy red
And lands into a smaller barrel with a handle on its side

A brown mosquito lands on its first meal.
He drinks and drinks and drinks and never feels full
Until finally he takes his last drink,
ever,
And becomes more red than brown

Brighter than the ocean’s reflection of the sun,
Sink your teeth in deep to the crispy skin of a red apple
Then absorb what it has been producing it's whole life

A bouquet of red roses face down in a trash can
A man picks them up with a smile on his face
He walks away but soon it won't be the roses prickling his hand

Red.

By: Kadin Bowling
My interpretation of the color red.

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