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ribcage

i hold onto things with fervor

fearing that slippery feeling

fearing the gap it would make

between the thing and my fingers

i cherish and keep it locked

inside the cages of my ribs

shielding it from the cruel world

from the rusting reality

but all things are ephemeral

all stars return to dust

and all dust reverts to gravity

from gravity into void

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0727132

i crave for perfection love the right amount talk the right amount

a spotless sheet of paper in the new chapter of life

i cannot pen the words fearing i'd spill the ink bottle up keep it in relish sparks in silence

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samson

#poetry #writeblr #finally i am free #poem #short poem #freeform #from the vault aka my notes

poppiesandpromises

Hold onto your tiny joys like

Little bitty life jackets

Tuck a piece of the sky into

Your hip pocket, press the

Petals of your blossoms in

Your favorite books

Paint the sun with yellow

Finger paint on gleaming

Faces, face the light and let

It inhabit you, overcome the

Icebergs in your veins—

Allow yourself to thaw

walls that shouldn't crumble

doubt creeps under my skin

for every passing happy memory

time lends you such perfect shots

and time shall collect the debt owed

for nothing stays peaceful forever.

love is an ocean i wanna protect

yet quiet oceans only exist

within the confines of my flawed mind

to relish in such happy moments

to think long-term in such finite life

is a fatal flaw i should have learned

while nursing the wounds that mold me.

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creantzy

Happy Valentine’s Day😁🤍

to the dreams that reside at the back of my mind

I dream of a stable life

Where asking for money is no longer

A burden that haunts me

Every waking moment

I dream of gaining control

Over the loose threads of my head

To navigate life with a compass

With somewhere to go to

I dream of lasting together

With the person I choose to care for

To wake up in lazy mornings

And sleep in comfy nights

These dreams reside at the back

Of my ever so busy mind

Chugging down ice-cold water

To drown the naggy thoughts.

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random-brushstrokes

Carl Irmer - Sommerlandschaft (n.d.)

icarus

gasgas na ang istorya

ng munting alitaptap

na nabulag ng gasera't

nasunog ang pakpak

tatak sa utak ang aral

na maging maingat

at protektahan ang

babasaging puso

pero ako ba'y masisisi?

kung ang init ay yakap

at ang tinig ay tanglaw

sa gabing walang buwan

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october

i'd open my arms and

embrace you tightly

to walk around eden

and the deepest pits of hell

on nights that we become one

i'd hold onto your hand

to know you deeper than

what the flesh would allow

but i cannot bare myself

nor show the rotten insides

of my quivering heart

enclosed in delicate walls

#sol writes #the vault (aka my notes app)#october #poem #poetry #writeblr #writing #yet another poem about Him #sorry this is my coping mechanism #short poem #freeform

ga,

from the word "pangga"

sometimes, i still think about how i could've shown you love and care. but the truth is that i probably only hurt you—in the harshest, most poisonous way possible.

i could've made you breakfast, could've talked about my day with you. you could've told me the wide variety of stories that you have. and when the sun sets, we'd tell each other the lessons we have learned.

seconds and third chances. a wound that heals gets pricked again and again. and it bleeds, the skin remembers the sting it left. and when it heals again, it leaves a scar—no longer the same as before.

the words, the reassurance

your presence, 10 pm til 8 am

dead of the night til sunrise

the stories, vulnerability too

only to bury them at my yard.