Daily-Poet

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Thee Who Cherished

A person who doesn''t forget who you are,

A person who doesn't reveal your secrets,

A person who doesn't desperately bugs you,

A person who never lie to you till date,

A person that you feel comfortable with every time,

A person you could envision your future with,

That is the person could be the best friend or lover at your life's most trial times.

You might have forgotten them but they haven't given up on you.

True friends only comes less than 10 times in a lifetime.

We all need listener that could ease your burden without making you insecure. When was the last time you've ever had such a person in your life?

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If poverty could be Instagramable, the society will be a tight watchdog of what the richest could have done to make the world a better place for them; - Chapel.13

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Sweetest Memory Booth

Day turns fast like the blinking of a glance,

Time slowly turns tender as we walk side by side,

Hard to slip by daydream when you’re pacing my mind,

Evening sky dripping tears to where farewell came,

The kinder joy of parting love were mere accustomed,

To the delicate history of us be penned down,

Breathing new story off the white tinted yellowish paper,

Written by a confessor’s honey marmalade sweet goodbye.

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Diary 001

Today was another of my tiring day, Staring at the glitters out the window, Softly resting my head on your shoulder, Warm me throughout our winter diary.

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Going Home

You are the light to my dull shadow, struggle to remember from fading memories i begged, hand reaching on an illusion of the wind, breathe heavier to grasp the loneliness at loss, forgive as to forget is a harder lie, picking up the broken me before reaching home.

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Incomprehensive Wound

This love has always been an eternal dream, years to past with your still image lingers, the photo frame from old memories covered dust, would there be happiness where i called home, my nights would be darker than the sunset, the inevitable sadness from the pain of losing, to savor the bitterness before the overwhelming tears.

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Delicate Scent

The black ink stroke trailing on our outlines, as agarwood pitching scent in between the mood, light escapes the clouds stall awaiting another rainfall, complexion of white porcelain like the delicate movement, beauty from the depths of an inkscape painting, only to be salvaged by eyes of you.

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Transparent Shade

Maple leave swift by the wind like snowflakes, your temperament would carry the hint of berries, like sugar glazing the fine taste of desserts, like the transparent sunlight in the morning, like the smile that flustered my cheeks, i would shed the rain for you with an umbrella, like the nights encircled with candlelight till sunrise.

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Letter to the December Rain

Stare at the mellow dusty photo frame, Out the window starts the pouring rain, Sorting this mind to pen my sane, Bird flew by the stale rainy day, The mysterious melancholic fills the cloudy haze, To the dear lover from miles away, This is my letter by the December space.

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SLOW VIBE

You every movement looks so beautiful, It makes my heartbeat goes critical, Scared to say I love you sounds too cynical, Hoping things between us would be magical, Mixes with a sprinkle of laced logical, You gave me the sense of the universe, Closing my eyes to replay your esthetical.

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Something Surreal

Someday you will get used to it, One day you would feel like this is nothing at all, The glimpse of your smile makes me alive, I wished that this won't be the last time you'll be sad, Cause I think you should be coated with love, If that could make you feel much happy, Just stay for eternity as we've grasped something real, Sometimes were down but it reminds us of something so surreal.

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Silent Pain

time is running I am fading, close your eyes hear my voice, feel rejoice cause it's just a choice, cure this sadness that I've been hanging, Stab my heart and let it bleed, so I could feel alive and feel petrified, by your sanity driving me to insanity, killing me slowly like savoring this pain of mine, waking me up when all this turns out, to be another dream where you won't hear me scream.

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Crippled Love

The fights that never grow old,

those arguments ways goes bold,

our love slowly turned dull,

our feelings getting so cold.

what is harder than wounds and cuts?

Were the scars implanted memories.

what is scarier than breakups?

Not the hatred and missing you but the loneliness of night and the view of dull empty streets.

What is wrong with our love?

Too much of lies, venom words, toxic treatment in concoction to mediate the cracking walls of heart.

What makes a person mature and stronger?

Being hurt, played and ditched for countless times it has eventually numbed part of me that is fragile and yearning for god's forsaken.

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Broken Me

I missed you so long, when you’re touching me cold, love me as the person you do, ever since you've let go, a part of me been broken, so hollow creeps through the gallows, breathing in slow as memories goes, should i keep standing alone, he's all that you want, but you're all that i need, this feeling is so hard to control, i burst into flames as one sorrows, what is left were this ashes, this blood shed of love.

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Measuring Love

when she asked, how much do you love me? I said; I will enrich myself in character to treat you better, I will be wealthy into loving her with all my heart, I will be healthy to walk her down every steps of our ending life, and I will try to work my way to prepare a humble life with you till my last breathe, forever. I'll always be right here waiting for you.

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Suicide

I'm all alone, down the streets, Walking soulless as I feel so sorry, sorry... Light the darkness, pretentious repention, It isn't what you suppose to see me... Sorry, sorry... I know I hurt you more, your heart is bleeding, bleeding... Woundedly... I'm criticized for my childish, oh I'm just so selfish, Cut it, hurt it, making everything looks so easy, Suicidal, at the edge, leaving notes, purely I'm so sorry, for the bad deeds, bad deeds... The fancy dreams, lovers practice, Strumming down while I keep my tears from dropping, dropping.... Since you've heard this song, that is my apology, this is my last word to say I'm sorry.... Suicidal sinner

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Be my side

There were times when you makes me cry, You would hold my hands and tell me it's gonna be fine, Hard to imagine that time passed us by, My lips were colder than the winter that always comes by, It hurts so much to think that we could be forever, It hurts so much go to places that we been through before, I'm holding tough glasses that don't easily shattered, Reminding myself that I could be stronger without you by my side, Yet heart is so fragile as been swayed by love and you, Has hold on to another person's hands that now you called my love. Tear drops couldn't block those painful wounded fragile heart, As I am helpless to move the Stonehenge rocks, I'm sinking down, deep down under twelve feet beneath reality, Tell the world that I'm gonna feel better tomorrow as I slowly shut my eyes, Bidding farewell, to thee who I carved your image in my heart.