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Kolonia may never be the same,
without a cruise in the white car.
Into the evenings of every day,
even through the light of a distant star.

Midas’ touch maybe felt
like steel bars; cruel and cold.
Riches and things could all melt,
from a true heart made of gold.

Oceans stretched out to divide,
a simple hello echoed out loud.
Clocks of time zones set aside,
dear voices without rumor nor doubt.

Kindness from a baby’s smile,
all too simple, yet too much to deny.
Sanity drawn from a paintbrush and a pen,
turned collages of life into a place called Eden.

Photo credits to russelljsmith

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Surrounded by an eager crowd,

the stage fell silent.

Words came out of the blue screen

as the music started playing.

A chill of uncertainty mocked

the trepidation

underneath the brave face,

his throat scorched with flames

of a desert sun.

Time slowed to inhuman length

as each millisecond

tortuously passed. Anxious eyes

bore through the flicker of his spirit.

When the note hit the cue

and his voice was heard,

the throng was stupefied

and hushed.

Wonder and esteem

tore the air of disbelief

as the melody blended with the music.

His song was their food

and the audience was satisfied

to their heart’s content.

Photo credits to h.koppdelaney

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Confusion lead directions to nowhere,

as reasons tried to find the proper path.

I stumble in a fray of mixed emotions,

sorted through my own intimate wrath.

My stories told of secret feelings,

of lover’s passion not knowing when to show.

Only when my memories left bits of clues,

did this unassuming mind finally know.

Distance and decisions taunt and hurt,

only time could witness, time could test.

These unfulfilled emotions ignited,

souls that met in a paradise, unrest.

Photo credits to racheygriff

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Love songs breathe emotions,

that bear the weight of a forgotten feeling.

Reminiscent of a silent urge to fall,

in the shadow of a grateful meandering.

No sound is louder than the thumping,

of this gentle fist-sized muscle.

A lub-dub with a rapid thud,

then slows down to a bustle.

Yet, the fear of falling,

hinders this childish stubborn nature.

Well, it’s time to take a deep breath,

Take a plunge to this familiar adventure.

Photo credits to Flowery L*u*z*a*

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When does “I love you” mean “I love you?”
Was it from your unspoken gestures?
Was it from the thoughtfulness in your smiles?
What does “I love you” mean to you?

The beauty of the words signify my heart’s desire,
an ever hoping cry, a desperate call to be alive.
The frequent solitude of a restless heart,
denies no sadness, but welcomes goodbyes.

A strain of thought that torments this time,
that you and I shared in a troubled while.
Have I awakened a dormant emotion,
perhaps hoping you could be mine.

When does “I love you” mean hello?
When does I love you” mean goodbye?

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Complications best speak loudly,

like sirens of firetrucks in pursuit.

Ever announcing listless tragedies,

of feeble minds and dull recruits.

Foreshadows of impending doom,

a graveyard of broken words.

Silently crawling in the loom,

of the meek hearts and troubled herds.

Restless hearts betrayed, despised,

ghostly whispers of revenge.

This gloomy sky of feverish size,

that complications left, blood-tinged.

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My lungs
engulfed the fresh air
of the exhilaration -
of running.
A familiar bustle
of an old life,
that longed to reawaken.

The smell of rain
in the damp air,
and the sight of running feet
queued in transit.
Sweat and thrill of adrenaline,
with a steady heart beat and breathing.

Each stride
on this rubberized track,
caressed the soles of my worries.
A salty refreshing delight,
from this oval on a hill while running.

The pace of dynamic muscles,
lift the energy inside.
A reacquainted friend,
my shoes, the track, and running.

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Untiring
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Sun blazed fury woes,
melted ice cream on pavements.
Street sweeper en route.

Quenched thirst
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Vibration of drums,
reverberating echoes.
Ground, stained with the sky.

Creations
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Doodling on red dirt,
letters and pictures emerged.
Abstract art on mud.

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A venomous knotted snake,
formed in the pit of my stomach.
Forcing the will, to brave against,
the rising silt of mud and water.

The walls of this home,
labored through years of sacrifice.
Is doomed to six hours -
of epic torrential rain.

Too late to leave the memories,
of the old and sentimental.
I climbed to the top,
where my fervor was planted.

I held on to the hard cold skin,
of my poor tormented roof.
A current of hands pulled me away,
my last words were “Thank you.”

Then I was swept away,
fighting for another chance.
My hands grabbed at debris and branches,
on a tree top, I held my courage.

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This poem is dedicated to all those who were stranded, whose houses were submerged, and who lost their family members and friends last Saturday due to the flash flood caused by the storm Ondoy.

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