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Literary: Cycle of Creation




Ink and Paper: OLD

I have honed the hue and tone
Of paper flocks and inken bone
Etched upon the ivory
Mass and men’s new livery


Ink and Paper: CHILD

I try to copy the colors that are shown
Papers, ink, and bone?
Carved on the wooden platform
People’s new uniform

Books: OLD

A millennia of worlds, bound and furled
Sat upon the wood unperturbed
Poems and songs of old
A ballet, a dance of rhythm bold

Books: CHILD

Thousands of pages, millions of words
All stacked up neatly on the boards
Novels and books, all of the sorts
There is also something about sports!

 Cage 3: OLD

And such in turn I hold a little bird,
Whose twitter has demurred
On the clipping of wings which they’d procure
From frittered steps, and words unsure

Cage : CHILD

And so here is a little bird,
Who noisily tweets all day
Its wings weak but ready to fly away
With small steps and uncertain words

BIRTH
And so I am done
Creating and designing sure was fun
My own person
Made from objects same as the older one

Literary: The Choice




They say every day you choose
Is it a choice when it’s so hard to pick you?

Love and adoration, it fills me all
But I’m covered in the scars

I want to love you, truly I do
It’s become so hard to remember

What's this duality of self-preservation,
And the desire to self-sacrifice?

I want to give my all to you
But how much is there left to give?

I chose, I chose you, didn’t I?
Every day I picked away and I lost

But my heart has bled so much
And I can’t help but want to rest

I love you but you've hurt me
And I don’t know how much more I can forgive

Am I just fragile?
Is it weakness?

To love
But to fear

Literary: The Prayer





How can a moment last forever?
Does it take some magic I hadn’t found?
What's the mystic old-time formula
For slowing seconds down?

Who do I ask for forever?
It seems that I'm running out of time
Soon, won't it be too late for this dance
Please don't end it, I beg you

Why can't this last forever?
I danced in space for a lifetime
But with them, a minute and a half
I'm helpless watching the seconds pass

Can't I wish for them, a forever?
But age, it grows and greys
Oh, let this warmth stay whenever
In my heart, I swear they'll stay

Do I have to say goodbye to forever?
I fall asleep and it was bliss
Next to them, I felt forever
But as I wake, it grew… cold

Literary: Ina





Literary: The Final Rays of Sunshine



Here it comes,
Or so you said
The sun is setting
Inside my head

I lay down,
Do not weep
I've made my bed
It’s time to sleep

Daylight fades
The final golden glow
You stand up
It’s about time to go

There’s no loss
Or so you hope
My dear, do love
As I’m on my final rope

I drift away
But do not fret
My time has come
But you’re not over yet

Literary: An Ode to Who I've Become




Who are you?
Who is that in front of me?
Standing beyond the reflecting wand
To seem as if I've somewhere to go
But somehow, someway
I've found that I'm naive

Where am I?
Where's this place I've come to be
A strange unfamiliar land
Someplace I never thought I'd go
But somehow, some way
I don't think I want to leave

What is that?
What's all these things I've come to see
Something strange upon my hand
An oddity I love it so
But somehow, some way
There's more of this I want to perceive

Is it me?
Is it you I see in front of me?
A sorry one? An odd new brand?
It rattles me to and fro
But somehow, someway
If you left today I'd grieve

Spoof Literary: Texting 101




Hi :)
May tanong lang ako

                                                           Ano? :0
Translation lang pls

                                                           Sige sige go lang
Ano tagalog ng expensive salary?

                                                           …
                                                           Mahal na kita
Aww mahal din kita ;))

________________________________________________________________

Sup pre
Guess where I am
                                                           Saan?
Nasa ledge ng balcony namin
Haha
                                                           Woist baka mahulog ka :00
Nahulog na nga ko eh
                                                           Ano??
Nahulog para sa’yo ;))

__________________________________________________________________

Hoy oonga pala
                                                           Ha? Bakit?
Ibalik mo na pala
                                                           Yung ano?
Yung kinuha mo
                                                           Ha?
                                                           Wala akong kinuha sa’yo ah
Meron!!
Ibalik mo na!!
                                                           Yung ano nga??
Ibalik mo na yung puso ko ;))

Literary: Lost in Paradise




The glaring lights
They glow so warm and welcoming
I’m blinded and cannot see
Am I where I ought to be?

The blaring sounds
The joyous laughter envelopes me
To run from the deafening silence
But is it what I need?

These daring characters
Each spoken thought a new adventure
They’re fighters with nothing to fight for
Who are they? Who am I?

My burning throat
The liquid courage, to quench my thirst
But the world slows so fast
These speeds can they last?

A blink
Or two
Or three
Was it five?

The caring grip
Keeps me grounded, so I won’t float
But how did we get here
What had we done?

These weeping children
All together, birds of a feather
Somehow found but far too gone
All lost in paradise.

Literary: Rain Bygones




I love the sound of the rain
Tumultuous ebony
I will not hear you again

The pitter-patter refrain
A crying man's euphony
I love the sound of the rain

That night what you told in strain
It played in cacophony
I will not hear you again

What we had built was in vain
Foundation, disharmony
I love the sound of the rain

It won’t ease, but will hide pain
Such, it was my gluttony
I will not hear you again

What was it? What did we gain?
Have you ever needed me?
I love the sound of the rain
I will not hear you again

Literary: Dis-Association




It begins as unlikely as you think it might
You open your eyes, you step too light
The world begins its symphony
Red, blue, yellow in synchrony

The world spins and twirls
The ground breathes, unfurls
The air shakes in anticipation
The feeling in your bones, unbridled tension

Liquid in your lungs, liquid bones
Your voice in silent ever-tones
Words fly by in tick-tock sync
Sense undone, on vomit-brink

The tables are shapes, paper cut out
Pop-up book, get me out
The sounds buzz like a busy bee beat
World rewound, fast-forward, repeat

The solids shift, marshmallow from leather
Your brain it floats as light as a feather
Body forgotten the urge to flow
Floating along the undertow

Eventually the spinning stops
Suddenly the floating drops
The blinding light glows dimmer
The buzzing bees, not a twitter

A memory to remember, imprinted on me
The ghost of an idea, never to see
What had happened? I hadn’t a clue
But deep inside somewhere I knew

Dissociation.

Literary: The Glass Prism




When I opened my eyes
The world ceased its gray facade
In my hands the fragile glass
Shone a light of every hue

Imparted onto me by someone true
Never to deny the light I held
One such beauty to behold
Its gentle warmth, passion plenty

It utterly disgusted me
The world I needed, wanted, craved
Take me back to my gray
I asked for not this sunlight spot

Its teasing light revealed my rot
Threatened me with gentle touch
Patched me up and shone too bright
To steer me away from the blithe path

But this road, old rhyme and wrath
Is the heat, the only warmth I've ever known
Spectrum light from given glass
Don’t take who I was and mold me new

Every color, the red, the blue
Engulf me and set me straight
Beholden glass, dear merciful
Don’t take me now forever more

My stormy grays, my before
My monochromatic wonderland
Don’t look at me, don’t come to me
Your fragile heart, my glass prism

Literary: Landlocked




I’m a bird with a broken wing
I've lost my flock and cannot sing
The seasons, they've come around
Yet still, I’m here, oh where's northbound?

I’m the balloon without flame
Tied to the ground, it's all in vain
For I could not take you far
My basket's full of holes that mar

No propeller, just a plane
The fuel's out and I just complain
The co-pilot's run amok
I think I'm crashing, what bad luck

My compass broke in half
I'm lost alone, I can only laugh
Is there a map to somewhere new?
Far away, where I could go to

If there is, may I have a look?
Was there a turn somewhere that I mistook?
They say here is paradise
But I don’t think here's all that nice

All these months, the years have gone by
If I've felt sad, then why not fly?
Is it alright to stay in my landlocked state?
If everything I do, I hate?

Where in the world would I go to?
Could I be free somewhere new?
But right here is all I've known
Where I was raised, and where I've grown

If I climb on this launching pad
And go, will I miss everything I had?
I'll close my eyes, is that alright?
I won't look but I will take flight

I really don't want to see
Because these heights are scaring me
But will I finally breathe fresh air?
Can I really smile without a care?

If I leave everything here
Can I really move on without fear?
Will my broken wing finally heal?
And my balloon free from the seal?

I'm a dreamer in a landlocked state
Stuck to the ground doing things I hate
But someday I want to fly
Up, up and away in the boundless sky

Literary: Sentiments and Echoes




Unhitched breaths

I’m fine, I'm fine

Unclenched fists

I'm calm, I’m calm

Half-shut eyes

I’ll wake, I'll wake

Ears ringing

I’ll stop, I’ll stop

It begins

It ends, It ends

A sob escapes

It won't, It won't

Violent tremors

Be still, Be still

My mind blanks

Be fine, Be fine

Alarms run high

Please, Please

Get away, away

Please, Please

Far, Farther

End, End

A dark place

End, End

Lock the door

No, No, No, No

Literary: Begin End, End Begins





Me is where it begins          ‘Cause it ends with you
You are where it ends         And starts with me

Ends meet once more                                                                         Pause and go
Thus, the cycle begins                                                                        For, the youthful cause

Begins as is and new is what we name it                                                                    Get ahold of stubborn wills
Yet old is what it really is                                                                            And, somewhere here in quiet pause

Is it really how it seems? And could it be?                                                                     Possibly still, possibly yet
A fragile feeling, flighty, and light                                                                                  There’s still so much we do not get

Light in weight, gentle in nature                                     Eyes look towards something in the distance
But yet boiling, beating, ebbing, flowing                       Is it there? Maybe. Possibly.

Flowing towards somewhere, maybe
A vague view, hidden behind fog and closed eyes

Literary: The Futility of Existence x Fishbowls and Goldfish Living





The Futility of Existence


The world is.
Likewise, I am.

I am in the world
And I am human.

I seek a better world—
A world of good,
A world of meaning,
A world ideal.
But the world just is.

I act towards that better world—
I do all that I can;
I speak and write and act;
I live as well as I can.
But the world just is.

And so I am terrified.

I try to find reprieve and comfort—
In all my hopes,
In all my dreams,
In all my deeds.
But the world just is.

And so I am frustrated.

I shout at the world.
But the world just is.

I scream and shout, as if to
Draw the mundus’ eye.
But the world just is.

I scream and shout some more, as if to
Draw the mundus’ ire.
But the world just is,
And the world just keeps being.

I scream and shout, as if to
Nothing.
Still,
The world just is.


Fishbowls and Goldfish Living

The world is a fish bowl
You are a goldfish
I am a goldfish
That is Living

The world is a fish bowl
A fish bowl is the world
Is the world a fish bowl?
The world, A fish bowl is

A fish bowl, The world
The ripples are still
The water is stagnant
The bubbles are listless

The world, A fish bowl
A concerto of quiet
A void in place
A crowd of no one

You are a goldfish
Are a goldfish
A goldfish
Goldfish

Fish, Gold
Glittering scales but within there is nothing
Pebble stone eyes open but look for nothing
Fluttering fins move but head for nothing

Gold, Fish
Calculated chemical compositions, where are they going
Autopilot dreams and ambitions, where are they taking
Shouts and empty screams, where are they calling

I am a goldfish
Indeed
A goldfish is I
Yes

Goldfish, Indeed
I am here or maybe not and mostly yes
I am real or maybe not and mostly yes
I can feel or maybe not and mostly yes

Yes, Goldfish
Stay close to the ground they said, "Why" I say
Get a hold of your bearings they said, "How" I say
It will only overwhelm you they said, "When" I say

Stand and sit, walk and run, stay and repeat
That is Living

Your eyes are open, why not close them
That is Living

It'll always be nothing, isn’t that something
That is Living

Is that living? Does it have to be?

Nope, not really.

Literary: Prophecy




Weapon
Weapons once used to protect and unite
Now a hand to divide and conquer

Assassination
If killing was once a crime
Once barbaric, brutish
With the order as is
It will be legal in time

Guiltless
Then, man was seen as innocent ‘til proven guilty
Now kids innocent and carefree
Are not exempt from such scrutiny

Fate
They can be killed at night
Despite watchful eyes and oaths to right
Day by day
We're slowly taking away their life's light

Phase
This generation is reaching its end
Another era approaches, new and cold
One where man will no longer care
Where each straight path in life will bend
Where every man will preach
Repent, repent

Remains
But when they walk past the ashen fields and rotting sea
Plagued corpses with hollow core
They will stare.
Nothing more.
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