I tried imagining a different life
Both saved from crumbled edges
and lost fragments–
We’d wouldn’t learn the art of
pretending the light above
of our desire in living
is never in a constant state of flickering.
We’d be so unknown to one another
you and I;
not a mere speck in the far distance
but a hazy desire of something so unattainable.
But tonight in a spot you chose
we’re bathed in moonlight,
behind us are
shadows casted of two frayed souls
bending towards one another
crumbled edges matching and meeting
till they’re shaping a coherent mended whole
Something better than any unattainable desire
our ideal selves couldn’t even imagine.
Tonight in a spot you chose
the moon seems brighter,
but so do you.
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Love,
are you still holding on
to the delicate hope
a frail sheer desire will be enough
confronting the abundant anguish?
Love, please,
would you not lose sight of it all
and recall the soaked idealism
settled upon your chest
will leave you winded, breathless
struggling for air
till you drown and crumble?
Love
do know there's a time and place for everything
optimism can be your downfall
if you're forcing it
and you're refusing to learn when to let it go.
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Going through another day
sitting by the doorsteps of your heart
The sky above is turning grey
and though this longing of yours
is pulled apart
it’s still in some way holding on
by the feeble threads of your desperation.
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Only loved by the manmade sun
its’ loving
matchless on these frail bones of ours
but you’ll meet the sun outside one day
a glance enough
to have warmth seeping within you
and you’ll learn the resilience of your bones.
Only a body nourished in the sun
dissolves all it was deceived in believing
rewriting this feigned reality
to a life chosen.
Once you find a window within reach/
how I hope/
a glance outside will be enough/
to see there is more for you/
than those fluorescent lights.
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A radio crackling at midnight
a bed still unmade for another day
the leftover sentiments stacked tight
let me unwrap them
when there ain’t a chance to sway
Questioning this dreadful existence is
Who’d know to spill Prokofiev here and now
Who’d bled but tended to themselves
asking to be spared of “the best is yet to be found”
even so, still they try to make it of sense
in that to bear both dejection and adoration
for this dreadful existence is but the way
to persist in it.
“Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love.”
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Nature, you’re so divine
what a misery it’s been
bestowed upon you for centuries
to have us mere mortals destroy you.
The sordid dreadful rationale flourishing
with each turn of the century
And you hear them cheering:
“Rejoice and celebrate
praise and honor to our culture and traditions,
but shatter and destroy the home to all–
the ground our ways were born and rose on.”
It’s the all-inclusive universal culture and tradition–
the ever famished's great craving for breaking
of all capable of giving life.
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Burrowed in you
with the weight of an anvil
and the looks of a feather
A brilliant travesty in the works
make it seem it’s an ease you can handle
mornings for the frail clear sunny weather
crumbling each sunset at the cries of the
nocturnal animal
as it awakens and crawls out
presenting you a wretchedness downpour
and until morning with its familiar guise comes,
it nestles against you.
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It’ll rise eventually
even if you choose to be believe it to be hushed.
You can bury it under, hope it’ll wind up crushed,
to run out of air and suffocate
but love,
misery clings to you and won’t accommodate
for the joy belonging to you awaiting from afar.
So carry it while you are
all so gloriously clueless why
you’re trying and still here
but each sunrise is one closer to the clear–
the sun will melt the prideful misery away
and you’ll learn to know why you’re still here.
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Despising these notions
as they turn into a detestable reality
of the coming of the parting times
wondering how to be kept alive
til we’re together again.
But the boughs of each tree
keep the branches steady
even when they tremble at what came to be
harsh and heady winds knocking
and all the memories of you
sheltered deep, snug in my heart
warm and joyous,
forbid this soul to be torn apart;
holding it sane and conscious
beyond all I could ever do.
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Why do we restrain ourselves
from uttering kind wishes
and resolutions
to occasions and celebrations?
Isn't love enough of a reason
to say all the kindest wishes
to everyone I hold dear?
I hope the world is kinder to you.
I hope the world is kind to me.
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As days go by
this world persists on weighing us down
and we'll only be lifted,
gradually, by each other
tearing away all of life’s atrocity
as if it wasn’t capable
of making any sane person flinch
And what’s been sane about any of this
But the way
it feels as if we're connected
by some indefinable tenderness
we only got to learn by
meeting each other.
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What it all ever was disposable
what difference does it make?
Love, you're immovable
used it all and wrung it dry for your sake
got nothing left for you nowadays
still I offer you the empty shell
withering pieces all coming my way.
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Wither away, may it be gone
the torment weaved through your days,
like a wind howling echoing around
constant through the stormy nights,
yet hereafter, constant may it be not.
Whether you like it or not
you’re here again this year
breathtaking, wondrous, divine,
and above all alive;
so gloriously alive.
Whether you like it or not,
may it never be the latter
but evermore the first;
may you always lean on the
gratefulness of being alive.
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Miles away from you
could only take one step
when you needed it ever so close to you.
A flightless bird
watching them all flap their wings and soar
The feeble leap it took
does more harm than good
though it tried, over and over,
still wasn’t able to leap far enough to reach you
Flightless and all
Should have been there
When you needed
But these feet can only take one so far
when you needed a pair of wings.
It was never enough for you
It was never going to be enough.
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Questioned it everyday
with the sun's rising
til the night cast its shadows
a mere curiosity
born with a hesitancy
wrecking shivers through
trembling like the feeble branches
of a lone tree under the pouring rain
in a middle of a thunderstorm
and it rose to be a certainty once there.
Like the way optimism first drew closer dear
with all its glory but now it ain't nowhere near:
Why am I here?
Why am I here?
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I was given an unfading disintegration
upon a chipped platter dipped in silver
awaiting to be devoured by the harsh dirt.
"Desperate soul, they're calling for your burial"
One supposed final breath through a shiver
It called your name–a distinct articulation.
I’ll get up
I promise you I’ll get up
You’re my choiceless resolve.
But for now, let me lay here in this dirt
Memorizing the sight above us
Of the hungry faces waiting to feed on us.
But light when you crawl over me
enwrapping roots with mine,
my skin is itching as you
shed all the rot away;
You give me life.
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So entangled within you
this itch you can’t scratch off
Once skin deep yet now it’s bleeding in.
You think you’ve got it under control
but it’s another reflection on another rainy day
showing you a ghost of all you’ve got to tame
and the unwanted role thrust upon you.
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