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Sep 2014 · 6.2k
Snow White
Ken Dimaranan Sep 2014
White as snow her presence is,
tho she’s not fragile nor brittle
Hail she could cast
wrapped in her words
inflict wound it may
but what lands and hits
the head is a lesson
that only her magic
could ever spell.
Wrote this on the spot for a friend of mine celebrating her 19th birthday.
Aug 2014 · 410
End
Ken Dimaranan Aug 2014
End
From where I stand I see nobody
but these papers forged by death itself
I quiver in terror
silence filled the room, I am deafened

I hold onto what is made by death
I walk, breath and stare at myself
thru the eyes of what sees everything
I sighed...

Voices in my head everywhere
thief of my slumber every night
sleepless I become, awake in the dark
to stare at nothingness, a habit it become

Faith matters no more
satiated by despair my desire is
the rim awaits me
I see hope in the irony

I gambled despite perilousness
salvation I begged for, save me I ought
something happened not
devoured by forlornness

A fool I am to believe
deceived by the majority
the rim awaits me
I hold, I think not, I wear…period
Aug 2014 · 532
Unwise Clock
Ken Dimaranan Aug 2014
As the hours of A.M. consumed the world, I lie awake
I stare vacuously at the space of darkness, empty, silent
what do I see? Nothing in the realm of reality
but in my universe, abundant fragments…remnants

My thoughts bullied me, escape I cannot
arduousness filled my timeline, it haunts me
it lurks, it never goes away, it keeps coming back
I stand, replenish myself, nothing changed

Wide as the light from the heavens my eyes are
I come to face a new day—defeated, devastated
failure to drown myself in slumber
what was already gone accompanied me
Aug 2014 · 500
Juvenile Heart
Ken Dimaranan Aug 2014
How tired I am of this unbearable distance between us
how I long for the toll of the recess bell

Have you forgotten me?
Grown mindless of me?

Tell me I'm not writing to an abyss
or that is what will become of my heart
Aug 2014 · 457
Tick-tock
Ken Dimaranan Aug 2014
8:07 a.m.
The sun was glaring at me, I couldn't help but to embrace it by waking up
I slept early last night, like around nine in the evening, I assumed I’d wake before the sun rises
it doesn't matter now actually since it did not happen.

10:14 a.m.
I just found myself sitting in front of the computer, scrolling down and down in my timeline.
nothing piqued my interest except for one thing, a quotation from an old person
I grabbed the photo, posted it on my blog and added a bit of dramatic caption.

11:30 a.m.
I ate lunch—food left by mom since I’m all alone, again I’m the man of the house
I wanted to smoke ***, then I recalled I don’t have a lighter
My phone lit up, got an instant message…it’s from her.

1:52 p.m
I’ve been chatting with her for like two hours now, we never seem to get bored of each other
she hates it whenever her dad ask her to do something for him, you know, chores and stuff.
it interrupts our conversation, she doesn't like that, I too.

5:38 p.m.
Not sure if we’ll see each other this week, she said she’ll try
tomorrow’s the most possible day since she’s going to enrol
but I don’t want to force it; I don’t want her thinking that I’m desperate for a companion.

7:25 p.m.
She said she’ll be back after 30 minutes, so I decided to watch some short, funny videos on Youtube
while watching, I couldn't help but to think, to think of multiple scenarios simultaneously
I lost track of time, I only snapped when I heard the chat sound—she’s back.

9:44 p.m.
I told her I got to hit the hay, have a big thing coming up tomorrow (this isn't true)
she doesn't want me to leave, although she bid good night
honestly, I don’t want to go to bed yet, however I don’t want to talk to her anymore

9:50 p.m.
I’m still awake, but I’m not looking at my mobile phone, resisting temptation
she wanted to talk to me more, but why do I refuse?
I feel stupid asking the questions I already know the answers to.
…I like her, I like her, I like her…

10:21 p.m.**
My mind is filled with countless imaginations that are never going to happen
I’m over-thinking again, no…I don’t have insomnia

(I just fell asleep)
Aug 2014 · 489
Serenade
Ken Dimaranan Aug 2014
A strum of sweet hello at nightfall
courtship done in ol’ fashion way
serenading se maiden just outside of her shell

How I long for her to peek, to sneak
out of the window, she unravels herself
allowing me seize her enchanted smile

As I sing her the melody of my undeterred heart
she goes down, same ground as I
she takes slow steps, drawing closer and closer

Mellifluous this moment maybe
hopeless romantic they call me
unrequited this love you don’t see
Aug 2014 · 336
Luna
Ken Dimaranan Aug 2014
Scourge consumed my wake in the growing path
I fed fear with awe; my hope grew unbecomingly

The face I unravelled the world with—in half
them to love me wholly is wishful thinking; chaotic rather

An old, dreadful time of which I lived in
reminiscing nullifies bliss

Faith anew is pain in another round
I, alone, revolve in bane; no more radiant

To unveil partially—my life is enough
like the moon, I hide myself in half

Memories of affliction scarred; lament under the dark heaven
Like a coin, a person always has two sides. Some are just really good at hiding it.
Aug 2014 · 1.1k
Kismet
Ken Dimaranan Aug 2014
Serendipity took over the calendar’s date
radiance of the moonlight ever so vivid
wind sways ritzily around the grass land

Evinced se blissful beam with her every utter
I’m all ears, I heed her mellifluous voice
jests shared; laughter outpouring

As the night goes deeper, our hearts follow
abysmally sinking down…down…and down
mundane feelings evanesce

How we long not for the toll of parting
but, the sand of time has emptied
to close the curtains we must

As we walk to the path of the end
farewell words we speak; empty they are not
but filled with yearn to see each other once more

Her arms wrapped around me
passionately...intimately
I am in rupture

From the other world the white maiden is
her charm so endearing, so alluring
for us to had met, fate must have closed its eyes
I wrote this way back December 2012 after meeting a girl from med school. She didn't know about this because I don't really show my poems to the girls I date unless they write poetry too or even just fond of it.

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