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can’t figure out the riddle of this time
analogies of times when the rush reaches far

 

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rummages of forlorn youth in the box
lullabies with sad endings in blur
in the clasps of vintage locket, fastened.

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Tonight, the lowly begs that these images just fade
over the course of what seems a lasting night…

#TissuePaperPoetry

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clasped stares penetrate,
and beyond what the eyes
reach or the soul feels
lives an undeniable desire,
irrevocable judgement of the damned
timid heart, wanting more
one time, just this time

 

bakas (poetry set)

TALWI

nanding abak mamulayi ku

panagalan ing oras ning panawun

obat kasakit

sobra kaluwat

manaya, makaynip

meyari ing aldo

ing pagal na pating apun kung bubwat

mewalang antimo bula

keng suluk

na ning mundong masigla

keng gilid na ning lubak

na dalan

ikit kung agad

ing kislap

neng

mata mung

kalupa ke ring

manaya..

MUMUNANG HAIKU

dintang ne keni

ing kulimlim at ‘angin

merimla mu rin

KAKADWANG HAIKU

matas na lundag

mitdas keng maling dalpak

menasakit ku

 

the rhapsody of the damned

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Tagytay 2016 @bongwarpedmind 

cry all the tears while it still hurts
abort the need to restore
respond to the cry of the bleeding cuts
leave now, what you take this for
isolate the regret and let time make you heal
turn the waves of the endless sorrow
omit the memories and observe how you feel

clandestine plea

 

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dawn @bongwarpedmind

Dance with me tonight
under the spell that binds the souls.

Your sweet breath I will inhale
and my life will again be whole.

Call the sweet angels tonight
and whisper them my longing plea;
risk a chance and feel the warmth
light up the dark sleeping sea.

The breath, in turn i shall give back to thee
oh please, please dance one dance with me.
Just glide and feel the rhythm of my body,
rise from the dark sleeping sea.

blunder

can’t figure out the riddle of this time

analogies of times when the rush reaches far
rummages of forlorn youth in the box

lulabies with sad endings in blur

in the clasps of vintage locket, fastened.
Tonight, the lowly begs that these images just fade

over the course of what seems a lasting night…
Photo from Bolinao Trip

Square One

 

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when the love songs fade

the purview reaches the line

isolated soul

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