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Shineless: Revamp
Maybe one day, the winds no longer will Feel the need to greet me With gusts of your name, These whispers of your presence, And the caresses of your smile, all that which remains to spite me, A trinket in your sea of jewels. – Maybe one day, the colors will cease To paint me…
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Tagalog: ‘Cause It’s Been A While
Ako nga pala ay tinatawag din sa pangalang Tiffany. Marahil ay alam mo na ‘yon [kung sakaling nakakabasa ka ng tagalog at ako’y kilala mo sa totoong buhay]. Kung hindi man, ayan, ngayon alam mo na na ako ay may pangalan bukod pa sa Kyogakura na madalas kong ginagamit sa mundong ito. Oo nga pala,…
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A Sequence of Pointlessness
Upon my thoughts, I wonder, When with my hands I touched velvet, Or upon my lips lingered satin or twill, Which is it from your form should I see – Which is it that will more be missed – Under this circumstance, so listless, so cruel, Upon my thoughts, I wonder, Do yours dwell on…
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Sweet Taste of Ink
Ink don’t taste so sweet, Not when it tastes like copper, A taste that has become all too familiar From scrapes and scratches From younger years, Growing younger and younger still With each passing day. Ink don’t taste so sweet, Not when the words speak of gloom, Of demise, dejection and damnation; Not when it…
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Stuff Lying Around
After all that thinking I did for lack of nothing to do, I came up with only a phrase during a lonely card game session against myself: I’m torn. Of course, this does not imply anything like from that song where the persona got really torn (physically and emotionally), but I’m just saying that maybe…
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Your Nowhereman
‘Guess I’m the nowhereman walking To a place where it doesn’t matter To anybody, much less to me ‘Cause I’m the nowhereman And there’s no place for me. And I’m the nowhereman walking To some place at the fringe of the sea Looking far, looking farther still Looking for a someplace where I got to…
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This Is What Happens When There’s Coffee at Home
Drowning in a puddle of thoughts, In pain from a thousand muted words, Why do I remain unsaid When these winged fears I’m holding Are ready to fly off? I’m in a warzone and I’m seeing A battalion sharing the same face as me, And I wonder why I remain Pitted against myself A thousand…
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Does It Mean That I’m Indispensable?
Here I thought I was an unessential, Not more than a passing breeze to lighten The harshness of this wounding heat, Not more than a passing smile and nod, Another count for approval That soon, too, will be forgotten. Here I thought I was an uncertainty, An existence that would not be Seen as more…
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I’ll Be In Hell For The Next Two Hours
I’m thinking but I’m getting tired of it. Equations are running in my head and I’m feeling light-headed. Derivatives, integrals, curly letter d’s and squiggly extended letter s – just what the heck should they mean to me, I wonder? I thought chemistry was an independent science looking only into the subject matter. Of course,…
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Losing Precious Things
Poetry speaks to me no more Nor does it cradle me in my sleep Or warms me in the coldest nights. Poetry speaks to me no more Not since happiness came, Not since this happiness left Stealing away with the draft Of tropic winds. For so long now, poetry has been silent To me And…
Stars Shined Down
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Stars Shined Down 