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The calm after the storm

She used to believe that love
should feel like
a storm,
passionate,
raw and raging.

But so many storms
have come
and left her
more broken than before

Now, she looks for a love
that feels like
a night
after the storm
is over.

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Fairytale no more

Our love story was supposed to end
with a happily ever after
But you bailed out
before we even get to the witch part.

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I will look for you in every places I’ll go

Millions and millions of soul
may roam this earth
But I’ll still look for
The boy
with the dark brown eyes
and a ready
smirkish grin
who once
held my wings
from completely falling apart
as I collided on earth
with smoldering soul
and a burnt out life.

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A Heart Full

I carry within me a heart full
of stories and magic and new beginnings,
a heart full of hope and trust
and of love that never knows how to fade nor end.

So when you’ve grown weary and tired
of this world’s never ending charades
when putting on your daily mask
became too much to bear,

Remember me
For I shall carry yours within mine
and I’ll lend you mine
when yours start to fail.

 

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Casualties

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I.
It was raining hard when you left me
the ship we’re on was about to sink
and all the gang was there.
You held her hand,
As I held mine.

II.
It was raining hard when she left me
the ship we’re on was about to sink
and all the gang was there.
I wished it was her hand,
I was holding.

III.
It was raining hard when he left me
the ship we’re on was about to sink
and all the gang was there.
I was holding his hand,
But she was holding his heart.

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My entry for #FWF Free Write Friday: Image Prompt

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On broken shards

He walks on eggshells
whenever she’s around
While she,
has been walking on broken shards
and glasses of an unknown future
all her life
cutting deeply
to the soles of her feet
leaving fresh blood footprints
wherever she goes.

Trust me, he says.
She looks at the caked of dried blood on her feet.

“Why should I when you have only threaded on eggshells?”

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Here’s my entry for #FWF Free Write Friday: Trust. I admit trust is a difficult topic for me and I had real difficulty in coming up with something for this prompt. 🙂

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Tattoed Soul

The words curled around her tongue
vanishing before she gets a taste of it
Her hands are inked with sentences
Her stomach are filled with phrases unknown
Every bit of her skin
Are marked with ancient lines
Four lines, five lines, six lines
And she lost count of the others on her back
They called it stanzas
From the World Before
When words were freely written and spoken
On things called books and papers
With an ink that must be the same
As the one inscribed on her soul.
She is an obscenity
A walking contradiction
A curse in the post human language era
As she bears all the words and languages of the world
So that all can see through her
The beauty that words can make
(Yet none can read nor understand)
Even though none can read nor understand.

She wears her soul on her skin.
Still, no one can read her.

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I’ve been gone for many weeks! Finally, here’s my entry for #FWF Free Write Friday: O me!, O life!

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Reality

I realize that I just built you up
inside my mind, the way others
had built me inside theirs.

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Whispers

You entered my life
and I couldn’t help
but question God,
Why?

You’re slowly, gradually, fading in my life
and I still couldn’t help
but ask again God,
Why?

Why should I even have to see you?
Meet you?
Feel you?
Fall for you?

What’s the purpose of this?
I still haven’t found the answer.

God has been quite silent all this time,
watching, observing,
maybe shaking His head from time to time
in all my unwise decisions,
but nevertheless mum all this time.

And I wonder if I would ever know
or this would be one of those
those things that get in the back burner of my mind
as years go by
and memories fade
and as realities turn into dreams
as vague as whispers wistfully carried by the wind
and petals being silently plucked out,
“Do you love me, or do you love me not?”

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Inspired by Inspiration Monday prompt: Meet Your Destiny

 

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The Night

I used to fear the night
when your unwanted presence
would kiss me goodnight
and I would squirm and blush
’til I fall asleep in your arms

Now, I still fear the night
when your welcomed presence
I would wait,
and wait ’til dusk to dawn
but you never came up

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Here’s my take for #FWF Do you fear the night?

 

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I don’t love you

I trust you
More powerful and potent than love,
And all the I love you’s
in the world combined.

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Only you

Only you know
the depth of my soul
the beat of my heart
the sigh on my lips
the heat of my fevers
the cold of my chills
the roundness of my bones
the edges in my curves

Only you know
the taste of my tears
the sting of my words
the hatred in myself
the grief in my smiles
the swings of my moods
the darkness of my secrets
the pureness of my reasons

Only you know
of me, apart from the One above
for only you I have trusted my thoughts
with the sound of my voice
before I sleep

And now that your feeling is waning
and mine will soon follow
let me just say,
I love you
for the very first and last time.

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Your love must be empty

The glass used to be half-full, never full. I drank its contents and settled it down, it’s half-empty. When things get rough, I drank some more. And a little bit more, and another more. Until I was so caught up with the taste it leaves on my lips that I forgot.. Nothing lasts forever. I looked at the glass.

The glass must be empty.

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All or Nothing

I don’t mind being nobody
or just someone else to most people,
as long as I am everything
to at least one, yes one,
just one breathing being in this world.
That alone is enough
but difficult to have,
because really…
Most of us are, sadly,
undeniably,
forsakenly,
just someone else
to someones life.

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Running away

I need to get away
before you see all that I am
and all that I’ve been through

I bet it just a matter of time
before you realize
what mess I put myself through

And I never wanted the time to come
when I will see disappointment and disgust
reflected in your eyes

So let me run away for good now
before I get too deep
and trust you too real

And allow me to be
the one who walks away
because I won’t ever manage if it’s you.