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Category: 2024

  • Violins and Trees (Unforgettable)

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    Grains and ridges glazed
    The past made to be forgotten
    A form unfamiliar to the self

    Music played, notes sung
    A distant lover’s longing caress
    On ties stretched along the body

    The song of birds reverberate
    Humming through a new jungle
    A standing tree to a seated forest

    The applause of branches and leaves
    The woods having come to life
    As the bird long dead hymns an end

    An elegy for lost friends
    Screaming from chains bound
    The violin cannot forget its birth.
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  • Coffee

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    I like my coffee light
    with a distinct flavor of the roast,
    the hint of nut and cocoa wafting
    with the aroma of the earth
    and mellowed by milk.

    I take it in ice
    until it melts and loses all
    that makes it coffee.
    So sometimes I get it hot
    because when it cools down,
    it doesn’t lose its charm.

    I add syrups and sugars too
    because even as much as I like coffee,
    the bitter acidic embrace on my tongue
    makes me shrink back and turn away.

    Love truly is blind.
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  • I’m Here

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    When the sun breaks the dawn
    When the rooster first crows

    When morning traffic starts to congest
    When horns fill the urban theatre

    When screens boot up
    When clicks and clacks spit out words

    When the sun stands tip toe
    When the lunch rush clamor a riot

    When orange paints the sky
    When office hours tick tock to an end

    When the night falls
    When happy hour dances to music

    When the bed beckons
    When the clock sings its lullaby 

    When silence fills the void
    When the darkness echoes over
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  • Stolen Time, Twisted World

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    I swear I saw her cheeks blush
    in the light of the fluorescent
    that made the sunrise behind her
    seem insignificant.

    Her smile was bright and blinding
    and when she said, “Hi! Good morning!”
    everyone stopped and couldn’t help but smile back.

    Her lips were that lush red
    that belies roses held up in a bouquet
    and overshadowed the sun now setting behind her.

    Her eyes shone bright in the moonlight
    even as clouds crowd the moon.
    Time loses meaning, east turns to west,
    as I stare at the night sky in her eyes.
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  • For Lack of Words

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    I write you a letter where the blank spaces has all the words I want to say.
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  • wish you were here

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    The grounds blurs in haste
    —like an arrow leaves the bow—
    the plane cannot stop.

        The warmth of the sun
        makes the sea a lot colder
        and the shore lonely.

    Mountains look as small
    as the hand, at hand, in hand,
    and still out of reach.

        The forest beckons
        the song of birds and insects
        wont of longing.

    Everything rushes
    up close and everywhere near
    at the journey’s end.
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  • Watch

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    A watch
    turns its hands
    in mourning
    for one circle then
    another and,
    until it grinds itself
    to disuse,
    it lives on.

    The watch
    keeps on
    lookout, stern
    and stoic; not
    betraying an emotion
    to make sure he mourns
    no one else
    that night and all
    nights to come.

    Those who watch
    unmoving
    mourns themselves
    their reflection
    on the glass.
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  • Therapy

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    I sit there fiddling my thumbs, fidgeting on a cushion of needles trying to let out the colossal hoard of thoughts and worries that I’ve kept inside like a ship in a bottle. Wading through the perilous, meandering stretch crossing floods of memories through muddy relations on derailed trains of thoughts. Over the walls I’ve built.
    In this room, what’s said and heard, however much I let go, is as much as this room keeps with the two people here. This is a safe, a  room that serves as just a bigger confine of my mind.
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  • You’ve Got Me, Friend

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    It’s been ages since we’ve talked in earnest;
    when there were nights we spent almost sleepless
    talking over the phone. I don’t even know who
    you are anymore. It’s been so long, I miss you.

    I remember the time I called you after school;
    I had you confused and looking like a fool
    by guessing the one place you could have gone to
    and saying I crossed the country just to see you.

    Looking back, that was very mean of me; you were
    and still are the best of people I could ask for.
    We became friends when I tried to console you,
    but now I run to you when I’m feeling blue.

    I remember when you went to the museum with me
    so I won’t be alone and now how could I not see
    how good a friend you’ve been to me. It seems
    you’ve done more for me than I could dream.

    I had only been asking for favors and advice
    without asking how you are, and not realize
    you have burdens you carry that I’m not helping
    and maybe my own burdens even contributing.

    We’re both ill; we’re both in need of a friend
    —and you’ve been that while I’ve been absent.
    I didn’t even know your worries, your pains
    ...until recently. I wish we get to talk more again.
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  • after Falling Into Place

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    An accident is difficult to plan.

    You lose people; close friends
    become distant, and strangers
    seem more familiar.

    You can decide how, where and when.

    You lose touch; who you are
    and who you’re supposed to be
    blur until you can’t see.

    You’ll crash and spin over.

    People lose you; unnoticed
    strings chain you together
    and with you, they suffer.

    You’ll be found and cared for.

    They will wait; until you see
    them once again, they will stay
    by your side and each day after.
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