finding peace
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The candle falls as my grip loosened;
the flame flickers as the wind rushes
up as gravity drags the light down
where shadows devour all as it dies.
There is a small blister where the wax
hit my hand and made me let go in pain;
still warm and pink as fresh as it was
when consequences of carelessness came.
There’s no cure for not protecting yourself
when it was obvious you would get hurt;
the light may guide you but observe
where it leads lest you end up in burns.
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Pula ang mga mata sa puyat at sa iyaktranslated, roughly
ng pusong dumudugo mula sa mga sugat
na sarili ang nagdulot ng walang panghihinayang
at walang pagnanais ng maiging kagalingan.
Sarado ang mga tainga sa katahimikan
na tila nilalamon ang mga dagundong
ng mga hikbing lumalabas sa bibig
dahil sa pilit na binabaon na pag-ibig.
Paos ang lalamunan buhat ng mga salitang
binitawan at mga salitang itinago nang harapan
sa gitna ng tampuhan at pag-aaway
na sa dulo ay tila nawalan ng saysay.
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The train stopped; the conductor announced over the system that it’s the end of the line.
The passengers alight; there are those who rush and there are those who wait until the crowd has gone.
Still on my seat, I watch; I wait as the train empties and the space reveals itself in the absence of presence.
As I stand when the last of us are just about getting out of the train, I pause again to take in the emptiness.
It’s the end of the line; I’ve gone through it all. There’s nothing else to wait for; it’s time to set off.
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You don’t water plastic flowers; there’s no need to.
They’ll live and stay as beautiful as they were made.
But they’re not real despite how much you want them to,
and they won’t be more than how they’ve been made.
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The waters are flooding in and there
is no escape; the current is too strong
to fight and prevail. It’s hopeless and
futile; to have stayed until now was wrong.
When the water was low, that was the
chance to escape—to get out and save
yourself. But waiting and hoping someone
will do it instead—that’s foolish, not brave.
Now, it’s too late; the door had blocked
it before but when you opened it too late,
the water was too much and flooded in.
This day marks the end of your fate.
Personal joys come before fictional lands;
to be happy means to be so on your own
without the need to rely on other people.
There is also happiness in being alone.
It does not come through a magic rope,
nor through a kingdom you made up to rule.
It’s in your pursuits and in your passions;
until you realize perhaps you’ve been a fool.
When the rope breaks and kingdom falls,
you’ll find the currents washing it away:
with the queen gone and the king missing,
the joy you had when you went your own way.
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Flying ships sail through fleeting clouds;
sheets against the wind, gone astray
by the gales and its direction lost.
They find the currents lead nowhere
in the heights of the sky and the blue
of the sea misplaced and turned over.
As the shimmering sun guides their sight,
the ship’s sails lay untouched by the breeze
and hope they find their way true and right.
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The first time I said I love you
wasn’t to show my love for you
but to remind me of you.
It was a challenge not of your love
but of mine and if it’s still there
or if it’s just about gone.
I said I love you
but what I wanted to say
was I want to keep loving you.
but what I got
was more questions
of should I continue.
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