#dmpoems

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Sometimes, somehow

They probably wouldn't understand why.

Why I like it - our embraces, our brief moment in time together. There, I said it.

And sometimes, somehow... I want more time, enclosed in you.

Those seemingly small moments that immensely affects me in a way that I get surprised, warm and comfortable - even for a short while.

And sometimes, somehow... I think that there could be more.

I know I should put my guard up, But my walls have been standing far too long That cracks appeared. You emerge from the fractures of my faulty wall And I'm not complaining anymore.

Funny thing is, I don't exactly understand it, too. But what I'm sure about is I like it.

And sometimes, somehow... I like to take a chance. With you. With us.

[thecomplexfellow-blog]

Akala ko Ayos lang sa akin 'yun. Wala namang kaso Pero... Akala ko Wala lang - parang... Ah, basta.

Akala ko okay lang ako. I thought everything was fine.

Akala ko lang pala.

-- Akala

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As the moon beams, As the clock ticks...

In my own space, There is silence, tranquil, peace.

But thoughts run in my head, Feelings churn though suppressed

Wide awake, I am, Busy with not forgetting, Busy with not revealing

The truth that's there. It is there, was there, still there.

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Clock ticking Eyes slowly closing Light is blurring Feelings are churning

I'll let my mind go some place else in sleep, in reverie,

I hope you think of me.

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The string is plucked, The tone, determined. I start to play the rhythm. It's been like this For three, drawn-out years; Going through everyday With a heart of delight, amidst being reserved. _ _ _ You move to your own tempo Of illusory sound. _ _ _ I play the rhythm, You appreciate with a smile With insignias of meaning Imposed through your hands. I take the role of the musician With you as the conductor; Every wave, a sign of satisfaction. Every gesture, a language spoken. _ _ _ You don't need to doubt, For you shall be heard. I shall hear you out. Just give me the signs And we shall continue To be in this harmony. _ _ _ For in the silence, In your muteness, We shall still create our music.

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Ink on paper, Nose buried in books, In front of the screen, Eyes getting weary. This routine Is what I adopted. Am busying and stressing myself, and being persistent For today With high hopes and no clear path To take and seize For tomorrow.

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Drifting to a turbulent, murky sea, I am sailing, moving to and fro. I hope these currents will guide me To the destination that even I, don't exactly know. But fearful splash of waves rose And the waters became rough; The cannon of wind also rages. Obstacles? I think that I've had more than enough. This voyage I am in is no joke. I must keep moving forward. No time should be wasted Thinking something inside Just broke. Yet, as I advance, I get the feeling of being guided, That my sails are being blown, Giving me strength to pursue I look up and see, The hands that made me are above. I discern that he's watching me from there, Seeing my every move in the air like a dove. The impediments, I now daringly bear. I'll strive to reach the end. ... The destination is now at reach, This paper boat would now come to Paradiso's beach.

"Paper Boat" (thecomplexfellow)

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Yes, I'll be happy. Don't worry. Maybe I just need to time And some words to rhyme. I'll put on a smile, While worries are a pile. Really, I'm fine, Though there'll be tears, I opine. My happiness will stay. But I'll be hiding up The pain away.