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If Then, When?
Here is evidence that perhaps Words can fail in poems that in silence speak And rhymes can falter to a fault And odes wilt into elegies witnessing Silent lives still unsung in silent graves. Here is a witness that attests That blood cannot suffice to pay No more than a few bargained verses All stained…
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Musings
In two years I want now, more than ever, to finish my undergrad by 2012. I don’t care whether I graduate by summer or by October just as long as I graduate. It’s very rare for me to set a goal for myself and so far, this is only the 2nd one I made and…
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In Fragments
So it seems that time can pass Faster than most constant things And it trickles slowly It teases It unveils the trickery until A second seems like forever. Perchance the moment happened When time had stopped Its teasing Long enough to unravel and undo People at their best And perchance time had slowed Long enough…
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And So It Shall Come To Pass
It’s late and we have a mile to write about a feeling that leaves a dull throb within the gut. Being that as it may, I believe that I’m still capable of feeling, however unwilling I am. As such, I feel the unsheathed surge of want. That is to say, I miss you. I miss…
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He Walks In Discontent
He smiles in discontent And peppers words with stardust Then he walks with rivalry And he sings deceitfully. He is, to himself, a stranger To a mirror, another And he walks in discontent Artful and tasteless but one who captured A tinsel-winged flutterer. If I could just reach out, Enough to betray his discontent, Maybe…
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A Dead Heart: A Description
It feels Cold without the winter chill Dead with the breath of life Like living under the waves Living despite the absence of breathing No balm, no salve can soothe The flames of unbreathing. It looks For a cure that does not exist And wanders heavily through Barbed concrete pavements Never quite knowing why it…
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Larawan
You may not be her first, her last or her only. She loved before and she may love again. But she had already given you more of herself than she did for others. You are taking her breath with you wherever you go. Keep it and just miss her when you get there.
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Sentiment Masquesrade
Here is a letter, from me to you, seeing now that you are about to be a chapter already read. As far as clichés go, this is another fork on the road relatively less taken. You are. I’ve tried, you know. I’ve tried to tell you many times but every time I do, the words…
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The Excuse Of Sweetness
Mind-rotting saccharin words Glittered with hearts and sparkling With reverberating passion from souls so young Unmarred, unmarked and wishful still Sputtering sweetness Mind-rotting saccharin words Now too flavored for my taste Too flawed for scarce banter Even derisory, lacking, bland they are Mind-rotting saccharin words Deftly squandered as if The words are needed to breath…
Stars Shined Down
For your previous pleasure
Stars Shined Down 