Innocent AdamI was innocent Until you wrapped your arms Around my neck And in the shadows You taught me to love Or was it to hate? Never mind. The ecstasy was too much. Beneath our feet A few rotten apples fell. I did not notice them Nor the cold clasp Of your hands Around my ribs Your fingers tracing Scars from the past. In this world We called paradise I was led to believe That the world is perfect And that when loveInnocent Adam
Is thrown high up It shall fall back in The same place. But just as I was About to leap &
Filipino AkoFirst time we meetFilipino Ako
You'll see a face Of dark brown hair along its trace And dark brown eyes Under squinted eyelids Looking through a pair of glasses First assumption you must have made She's Chinese! No... She's Japanese! Wait... She's Korean My crisp tan skin Is before your eyes Laid upon a skeleton of 5?9? My ethnicity is not clear to you So you change your mind and think Maybe she's Mexican.. Or maybe Native American! With your mind still unclear You still assume And throw out words to me Obviously showing yo
Who Am II have been with you for years And in those years I’ve learned this That everything that you’ve ever said or done Is something I’ve tried to help you withWho Am I
I’ve watched you become The person you are today Seen the many struggles
That has been bestowed upon you
And yet you grow…
Like magic trapped inside your soul You never cease to amaze me In ways that I can not describe
I have no reason to ever doubt you
You listen to me and take my advice But sometimes I prefer your ways
Better than mine…
And I can sure
SWEPT AWAYMy time here has come to an end. I’ve spent it well, Pursuing that for which I came. I have no regrets.SWEPT AWAY
I leave with no price in hand. See, you are not with me. But a glance of you in free flight is breathtaking, And I am at peace on this lonely beach.
Upon the sand, I shall wither and mingle with the wind. Scattering my longing and regrets upon the sea, Drifting far from the shores that I have grown to love. Everything is good.
Still, even in the final moments, I look towards the shore, Hopelessly hoping for a turn of the tide, One that m
ButtonsMay I sew back buttons worn by a nervous thumb? And may they dot the streets where I used to sleep? Are they to be unbiased eyes amongst a transient society? Will they hand in hand transcend beyond This non-chalant oblivion?Buttons
Will they count the days that you pay your bills? rejoice and laugh at your woes and sorrow? sleep amongst your bloodiest wars? Hell, what else may sleep with us, Amongst our ang
Reading My Poetry
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The Freudian Slip
Macellarius Est
If opinions can be lethal, then I am a murderer.
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Stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you...
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The Freudian Slip
Macellarius Est
If opinions can be lethal, then I am a murderer.
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Stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you...
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The Freudian Slip
Macellarius Est
If opinions can be lethal, then I am a murderer.
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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