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Solar System in Suspension

July 7, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged baby, comet, crib, crystal, grow, growing, growing up, life poem, lit, Literary, love poem, midnight, milk, planet, planets, poem, poem ph, poems, poemsph, poemsporn, poet, poetry, rocket, seedling, solar, solar system, stars, suspension, system, verse, wooden boxLeave a comment

I wonder what happened to that

Wondrous little seedling

That wakes up at midnight, craving for milk

But then he reaches for the stars

Instead of crying

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Life Ordered Me.

July 4, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged blog, blogger, law, life, life poem, Literary, Literature, love, love poem, me, nature, order, poem, poem ph, poems, poemsph, poemsporn, poet, poetry, process, Random, stuffLeave a comment

It all started with me as a fetus

All covered with blood and some mucus

I was held on mother’s hands

Still fresh from her insides

I wake up to this world, crying

Because life ordered me to do so

I was a toddler

I learned to play

These childish games

Laughter’s worth everything, not to be repaid

I prance above the clouds, happy

Because life ordered me to do so

First day of high school

They say be the most presentable

Have nice friends and a good amount of fun

For this will never pass again in the long run

Times change

Hormones build up

Rushing through my body with rage

That leads me with all these crap

I did what early adults does, enjoying

Because life ordered me to do so

I’m about to cross the bridge

My life that automatically skyrocketed up, up above

Being ordered

To what life wants me to

But I know for sure

I do not have to follow life

For being free is not by force

And not by order of which is which

How you connect yours to what others did

I, want to get rid

I, don’t want my life for me to lead

I… want to grow my own seed in my own process

I’m not the river that flows with the rushes

I’m not the… sky that des the same thing over and over

THIS IS NOT A LAW

That it’s an imperative for you to follow

THIS IS NOT AN OBLIGATION

That as I cross that adulthood bridge I will do what is typical

I MAKE MY LIFE

I AM NOT WHAT LIFE ORDERED ME

I don’t want to be this adult who gets to marriage because “life ordered me”

I don’t want to die with white strands waiting to fall off my skin

I don’t want to be in this same generic coffin, or such life shit

I DON’T WANT TO BE

What my life ordered me

I want this to stop

Like how this poem ends.

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Makeshift Butterfly

July 1, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged butterfly, life poem, Literary, love poem, makeshift, makeshift butterfly, poem, poem ph, poems, poemsph, poemsporn, poet, poetry, spoken word poetry, youLeave a comment

You

Indeed

I felt those words

But there is yet to ponder

That I thought you already understood

You were just your own canvas

But not others’ brush strokes

You thought you captivate me with your fluidity

You

That thinks you made it longer there

You

That makes yourself tweet endlessly

Like a hummingbird losing its patience

You-

Just… You.

I think you haven’t grasp the right words yet

You are still on your youngest

Waiting to be out of your chrysalis

You are just a makeshift butterfly

Making yourself as beautiful;

As colorful;

But you

Yes… You.

You are just a tiny dot

That you think is a whole paragraph to my whole existence

You… Yes… You.

That won’t appreciate these ponderful lines

That I’m about to create

That you will hate

To your fullest.

You… Yes… You.

That thinks only of formality

The colorful spread of your wings and yet-

Order.

As informal as this poem is

You were just like this

An utterly complete piece of-

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Heartbreak: A Scientific Inquirry

June 27, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged Day Four, life poem, Literary, love poem, matter, napowrimo, National Poetry Writing Month, poem, poem ph, poems, poemsph, poemsporn, poet, poetry, science, scientialLeave a comment

Solid
that hard punch
in my chest
that scarred me for my whole existence

Liquid
these waterfall
in my eyes
that tire the hell out of my soul

Gas
the gloom
in my life that sheds tears as I am

Matter
different; one of a kind
which I will never be to you

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For A Poor Child Who Looks Up At The Skies

June 24, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged constellations, day, day 2, day two, life poem, lit, Literary, love poem, napowrimo, National Poetry Writing Month, poem, poem ph, poems, poemsph, poemsporn, poet, poetry, theme, twoLeave a comment

how i wish
I could see
the stars
of heaven

was the belt
of Orion
as heavy as a gem,

or as tattered
as jaagged
as tattered as mine?

how i wish
i could see
the stars
of heaven

were the brightest
of all
as obtainable at hand

or are they just wanderers
farther than the skies can go,
just a single spot of white?

how i wish
i could see
the stars
of heaven

were their rays
as radiant
as the good samaritans

or are they a blinding sight
with luster
but no radiance, just a twinkle

how i wish
i could see them
but they’re too sparkly

for a poor child like me
who looks up at the skies
but sees unreachable stars

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6:43

June 21, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged free verse, glow, life, life poem, lit, Literary, love poem, poem, poem ph, poems, poemsph, poemsporn, poet, poetry, private, Random, time, WordpressLeave a comment

I won’t forget
Those shades
Of blue and white
Shining upon thee

It’s as if time has set
That place
Of darkness and light
Of peace and serenity

I won’t forget
Those shimmering shades
At six forty- three
the glow is thee

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A Reply to Ed Sheeran’s ‘Photograph’: Piece of Paper

June 18, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged blog, blogger, ed sheeran, ed sheeran photograph, life poem, lit, Literary, literati, love poem, me, paper, photograph, piece, poem, poem ph, poems, poemsph, poemsporn, poet, poetry, Random, song, Wordpress2 Comments

It’s been a few years
But you didn’t come back to me
Those years, I’m in tears, for you
You set me free

Loving does hurt
Crushing my pride too much
Believing this fantasy
That’s fatal to latch

Either you gain, or you grieve for love
But I guess I won’t do it all again
For love is a room
Of endless space and darkness
Time’s never frozen nor still.

Should I keep this piece of paper
In my ripped jeans?
Tearing my spirit
’till we again, meet
where you left me all alone.

I waited for you to come home

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Magnetic Poem

June 15, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged life poem, lit, Literary, Literature, love, love poem, magnetic, poem, poem ph, poems, poemsph, poemsporn, poet, poetry, slaveLeave a comment

If you think it was just a play of words
I shouldn’t have let you
If you think you can piece me like the way you want to
Think back, I work my own chords

Stick here, stick out
These thoughts from random, now into your coherence
Drop low, slip out
I won’t let your interference

Stop this change, from bark to phloem
I’m not your slave
Neither I’m a magnetic poem
Find someone else, someone you crave

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Immersion

June 12, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged immersion, lit, Literary, love poem, poem, poem ph, poems, poemsph, poemsporn, poet, poetry, stuff, Wordpress, writer, writerphLeave a comment

There.
Enjoy these flashing lights,
while you can
while you still can.

Here.
Grasp them little by little
while you can
while you still can.

Oh no.
Chase after them!
before they’re gone
before they’re long gone.

I told you so.
Now you’re left
with nothing
all but nothing.

You should’ve held my hand
when you’re immersed
in these lights
these big, flashing lights

But you knew better for yourself.
That these lights
are better chased
better chased rather than us.

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The Longest Days

June 7, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged baguio, baguio city, days, life poem, Literary, Literature, longest, love poem, poem, poem ph, poems, poemsph, poemsporn, poet, poetry, postLeave a comment

Time’s ticking
the sun’s about to rise
but there’s no need for hurrying
when weather’s nice

As if seconds were hours
and hours were days
in a standstill; serene
in day that works for two

With them is delight
through adventures though long
The longest days, they feel right
quests that come in a throng

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From Blindfolds and Tall Towers

June 3, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged blindfolds, blog, blogger, bloggerph, eternity, fantasy, forever, Key, life poem, Literary, love poem, poem, poems, poemsph, poemsporn, poet, poetry, rubbish, sweet, tasteLeave a comment

Blindfolds
cover tall skyscrapers
and encases one
to a world unlived for

The glittering sunset
clear, bright meadows
oh, how fun it is
the world of my blindfold

You were there
your clasping hand awaits
but there, as I release the knot
oh, how I taste: shadows of disgust

Concrete jungle
dark alleyways
no clasping arms
the feel of distaste

But you’re still there
the light of the rubbish
The only from my blindfold
that kept and remained

Now I knew,
from blindfolds and tall towers
there’s no such thing as forever
but there’s one like eternity

Oh, how sweet it is
the blindfolds when undone!
There’s my true fantasy
oh, how sweet it is!

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