misconception of things

i tell you something…
this has been going on
many times, i keep on
thinking,

and falling in love
with you is better
than most everything.

which to them is like
the misconception of
things.

they perceive me as
the wrong someone for
you,

and i disregard their
treacherous feelings.

if we are meant to be,
then we are meant to be.

something must be done
to hinder their motives
of breaking what we have.

 

2017

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a year that was

a year that was
of first time, of drama,
of war.

a year loaded with
new faces, new flights,
new fights.

and so it went
a lot of a hell and
i cannot even deny.

 

2017

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Enmity

There are sides
of the story that we
believe. There are confessions

that we do not
desire to absorb, yet
our feelings are compromised.

We talk like
there is no end of the
day, we speak further of

what we know.
Something important is
missing sometimes.

Contentment does not
exist in the hearts of
the pride and the selfish.

We use unfair reasons to
defend ourselves, but we
ignore the consequences.

Do we still see
ourselves as human beings
who can model the truth?

 

2017

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Malady

They remind me everywhere.
The sounds too loud, the
pictures too aesthetic, the
taste too pungent,

and oh well, I can’t
run away from them.

I am attached with the freedom
to think. My brain is in the
cycle of this on-going process.

I am wired on a fence
that borders from this
imagination to that dream.

The scenes play on and
on.Motion is haunting me. I
cannot escape from this malady.

 

2017

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A Normal Life

I
stand on this
ground of the peak.

The
land I see below
is huge and

it
speaks to me as
glitter and gold.

There
are many crossroads,
many borders,

many
people occupied on
their own.

I
start to meditate
and this is a normal life.

 

2017

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I Keep Quiet But You’re Loud

I
keep quiet
but you’re loud.

The
words from your
mouth are pouring
like rain.

They
wet the barren
ground and hide
the truth.

Your
face is a
grand masquerade.

 

2017

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Dry Leaves

The
old tree has
dry leaves.

I
hear the hush
of the wind.

Each
falling motion
is audible.

Summer
is the enemy
of rain.

We
have sunburned skins
and scorched journeys.

 

2017

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