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  Jun 2019 yv
Edmund black
In Japan there is an art form
called kintsukuroi which means
to repair with gold
When a ceramic *** or bowls
would break the artisan would
put the pieces together again
using gold or silver lacquer
to create something stronger
forevermore beautiful than before
The breaking is never something
to hide
It doesn’t mean that the work of the art
is ruined or without value because
it is different than what anticipated
Kintsukuroi is a way of living that
embraces every flaw and imperfections
Every crack is part of the  history of
the object and it becomes forevermore
beautiful
precisely because it has been
broken
I’ve told this story to tell you this
People are the same way
Being hurt or heart broken
or feeling broken generally
is not who you are
It is something that happens to you
Rise up stand proud and move forward
Stop looking about what the world says
about you and who you are
The value of your worth is more
than you can ever conceive
and when you trust
in your heart you’ll understand
the Power you house within
Cracks and all your true value
can never be lost in translation
Know the value of your worth, you worth more than gold... made to an exact specification!
yv Jun 2019
Here we go again
Trying to stop tears falling
Just smile once again
yv Jun 2019
You. You are a ray of sunshine
Mine. My source of happiness
We. I thought we were happy

You. You were that guy I never had
Mine. Maybe it was my fault
We. We just weren't meant to be

You. It was always you and you again
Mine. I'll never be able to call you mine
We. We cannot be, you and I, missed our chance
yv Jun 2019
I am empty,
Trying to squeeze out words
To make a poem that is loved
At the same time hated

A poem that is loved
Because of its familiar sound
A poem that is hated
Because of the reality it portrays

I am empty,
Empty of love
Trying to fill up my heart
Only ending up void again

Again. Here we go again
This feeling of emptiness
Never quite sure
Of one's own emotions

Stranger. Who are you?
It's as if they were strangers
Not knowing what she loves
What she hates,  what she wants

She is her own stranger,
A different person each day
And each day again
That stranger felt empty
yv Jun 2019
Nangungulila ako sa iyo
Sa iyong mga ngiti't halik
Nangungulila ako,
Sa iyong mainit na pagyapos

Giliw, patuloy akong nangungulila
Sa iyong wagas na pagmamahal
Na pillit **** ipinagkakait

O aking sinta, iniirog kitang sobra
Hindi mo lamang namamalayan
Ako'y nangungulila sa iyo
I just love how sincere this sounds in my mother tongue. As Jose Rizal said: Nakakapagbugso ng damdamin or in present days, nakakakilig <3
yv Jun 2019
You keep throwing
words in the

a i r

and I keep blocking them out

these worthless words of yours
It won't bring me down

wait and see
the power of your words
It'll weigh you              instead
            down

burn you to the ground
only until ashes remain
wait and see
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