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mo, 9 may 2012

Half Full

I feel like writing a poem now..
Especially after our little fight,
Listen to your brain--
Listen to your heart--
Who are we to say that either person's right?
Dreams like glass shatters
and breaks,
Only can be healed when melted
and renewed.
An ocean forms when our tears join together
That’s all it takes. But pain is just too...
Hard to use
Impossible it is,
You know it’s true,
Why do you bother lecturing me?
Nothing will make me change my view.
I’ll never see that glass half full.

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mo, 9 may 2012

A Price to Pay

My heart skips a beat when you're talking to me.
I can barely say a word, but when I do,
It sounds absurd.

My lower lip would shake sometimes
and I’d write corny poems with corny rhymes.
Smiling like an idiot, you'll find I’d mostly do,
Especially, and only because,
I’m thinking of you.

But, hey,
Love gets me this way
and acting stupid,
is a worthy price to pay

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mo, 5 february 2012

I don't Know

I don't know what I could say to make you feel better....
“Sorry” has been used too many times before...
All I want is for us to be forever...
But love, if this goes on, how could we anymore?

My heart, it hurts from the pain you suffer..
Even more because I'm the one who bothered...
Ignored you, I say I'd never....
But today a cut, a scar, I've severed...

I don’t Know what to do...
Everything’s falling apart..
I wanna bring that smile on your face..
Yet all I see is a shattered heart...

Should I even bother singing-
The sky, the clouds,
The rain its bringing....
To your eyes...and mine....
Is really hard to fight.

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mo, 23 january 2012

The Spirit of the Forest

Floating through the foggy forest, I can hear the
soft falsetto voice whispering a simple children's’ tune.
Simple, the tune is, but not the words the voice sang.
It seemed as though it were a different language--an
ancient language. I look in all directions, searching
for this voice; this sweet, gentle voice that seemed to
yank my heart into a constrained knot of security,
but all I could see were evergreen trees, the dark
mysterious fog, and the moon-- the brightest, and
biggest I have ever seen. And suddenly, I see her.
This little girl has come out of the shadows, almost
as though she were mist, herself. Her hair were as
black as night; her skin; a pale ivory. Her lips made
little movement, but her voice had turned strong and
clear. And in her arms, the little girl held a doll.
And to my surprise, the doll looked like me.
The little girl, who looked innocent in her white
nightgown, seemed to gain an aura of evil, hey eyes--
a deep, blood red. Her singing became more
fast paced, more complicated. The amazing
combinations of the notes of her voice, turned
into a sudden chant. I suddenly knew,
I shouldn't be there. Fearing destruction, I
try to race back to where I had come
from before. I wanted to run back into
Mom’s arms and feel the tightness,
and warmth of her protection surround my body.
I wanted to breathe in the drifting scent
of my mother’s home-baked bread, to taste
as the butter seemed to melt on my tongue.
But I had not taken a single step, for the
girl stopped chanting to smile as I was sucked
into the empty hollowness of her little doll.

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mo, 23 january 2012

That Little Blossom

Delicate, fragile.
That little bud
Hiding from the temptations of the warm embrace
Of shimmering, sincere sun rays.
Waiting.

For the sweet, watermelon taste of rain-- refreshing.
For the echoing, soft whispers
Of the comforting, kind breeze.
Waiting.

Moonlight shines, revealing a hidden beauty.
And slowly; as the sun rises,
Her secrets. Unfold,
Stories untold - unheard.

And towards the sun, that little bud faces
Open to the world. Spreading in full bloom.
And proudly says: “This is Who I am.”

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mo, 22 january 2012

You Don't Know

You don't know
who I am
You don't know
if I give a damn

You don't know
what I've been through
You don't know
which rumors were true

You don't know
how I put on my mask
You don't know
You never asked

You don't know
If this is really me
You don't know
You'll never see

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mo, 19 january 2012

Yet To Be Broken

A promise will been broken,
Between her and him.
She dies slowly inside;
Her vision growing dim.

He wonders if one day,
She'll finally see,
That the promise she'll break,
Will break all that could be.

'Don't worry' she whispered,
into his ear,
'my promise won't be broken,
although my time is near.'

'But how? ' cried He.
'You'll be leaving me soon,
and that would be worse
than my life's own doom! '

'I promised to stay
by your side forever
this small little mishap
won't bring this promise to never'

'In the dark,
in the light,
I'll be there,
out of sight'

“So stop crying, don't fret,
my lover, my friend,
for one day we'll be,
together again'

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mo, 19 january 2012

Writer's Block

When you're at a writer's block
just look around and think
wonder about what you love
don't let your ideas sink

Your pen will soon pick up the pace
Your thoughts unto paper
Watch your creation come to life
Show your friends it later

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mo, 19 january 2012

Why?

You cry and hurt,
And yet you say you're fine.
But I know I'm to blame,
for every single sigh.

So why am I still here?
Why do you hold me close?
Are you worried that I'll wilt,
Like the single white rose?

Tell me the truth.
I can take it.
What i cant handle though,
Is if you fake it.

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mo, 18 january 2012

What If

What if
skies were green,
if music was deaf,
If trash was clean?

What if
up was down,
If crystal was murky,
If smiles were frowns?

What if
Earth was square,
If babies were mature,
If truth was dare

What if
Identical was different
If wars were peace
If next-door was distant

What if
We didn’t have an answer
Oh well!
It wouldn’t matter

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Other poems: Half Full, A Price to Pay, I don't Know, The Spirit of the Forest, That Little Blossom, You Don't Know, Yet To Be Broken, Writer's Block, Why?, What If, Utterly Strangers, Unlock Me, Through the Crack- a response to The City of Beasts by Isabel Allende, These Chains, The Water of Health- a response to The City of Beasts by Isabel Allende, The Poem You Hate, The Nightmare-A Response to the City of Beasts by Isabel Allende, The First, Suffocating, Stuck In A Daydream, Reality and Dreams, One Day, Not Always True, Ninja, Never Reject a Pauper, My Name, Mistakes, Missing Waves, Missing Angel, Misconception, Milk White, Blood-Red, Labels, Inversions, I'm Sorry, If I Told You, I Need to Write a Poem, Guitar in The Dark, Friday The 13th, Don't Wear Makeup At My Funeral, Deep Black Eyes, Climbing Fear-a response to The City of Beasts by Isabel Allende, Cherry Blossom, A World Without You, A Tale Of Two Friends, A 'Normal' Grandmother-A Response to the City of Beasts by Isabel Allende,

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Half Full

A Price to Pay

I don't Know

The Spirit of the Forest

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You Don't Know

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Writer's Block

Why?

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