Someone

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Every thought

Every step

Every element tingles with the know of

Someone

Someone

A twinge of distant pining

Life is just a tale declining

Take me,

Unbidden nightmare

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(Refrain)

Someone help

Someone why

Someone heal my hurting

I wonder, wonder, cry

It’s a’hurting

It’s a’lurking

You are far but always near

Someone: tell me why

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Where were you last?

Are you here too?

(Here too?)

And where was I?

You’d never care

A duration, of

A mind-boggling expectation

In the heat of NOW

Be my lie, already

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(Refrain)

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I might have to stop being vague with song topics.

 

 

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Barren Beauty

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Hand crossed over her bosom unabashed,

The full-fledged figure

Was clothed in ivory unmasked

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He posed steely and strong

All his muscles glowed a-brazen

In throes of calm victory you bask and belong

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Artwork incarnate…

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It must stay hidden, for it’s never free

All bargain for one, two, their share

While from it — I flee

Song: Kindred Souls

My first attempt at making song lyrics. The nature of lyrics themselves feel different from poetry because each stanza needs a specific rhythm. Furthermore, I’m not a musician and therefore, I don’t have an original melody that serves as a “starting point” for lyric-composing. If that makes sense. Okay, then. *Cracks knuckles* It’ll just be me and my expertise, then. And some model lyrics to take inspiration from.

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Seeking out the one this time

You can’t get any better

I reach to you in my mind

You’re my personal love letter.

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Any window pane

Is a box of gloom

Can’t you see that I’m looking

At a world of lonely doom?

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No, you can’t get any better

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Seek me out,

Kindred souls

Find me now,

‘Cause I’m hurting, hurting, hurting…

I don’t want to meddle

Just tell me now:

Can you find me yet?

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You, embedded with charisma

A grace, a warmth: you’re my kind

I look from a distance, I shy

Am I the kindred soul you seek and find?

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You’re no angel, it’s true

But still, I can’t get rid of the thoughts for you

If you exist…

Can you get any better?

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No, you can’t get any better

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[Refrain]

Seek me out

Kindred souls

Find me now

‘Cause I’m hurting, hurting, hurting…

I don’t want to meddle

Just tell me now:

Can you find me yet?

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A’right, what do you think?

Also, I looked at sample song lyrics. Turns out that unlike poems, they don’t have compunction that indicates pauses between the lines (periods, commas). Just food for thought.

A Smile for Everyday

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Guys! I found one of my poems that dates way back to sophomore year when I submitted it for a poetry contest, and I’m laughing at how cheesy it sounds now…

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For so long as I remember
Each day brings forth new sunrises
Inevitably, with bliss shining forth,
Filled with big and small surprises.

As I’m blinking in the generous morning light
Greeting the early day,
My happiness is hither
Always residing, always underway.

Even though we have our rainy days,
That’s only part of spring;
But I will wait for those clouds to pass
For a rainbow to arrive, for the earth to sing.

And suddenly I’m spending time in the beloved outdoors
Soaking in cherry blossoms’ sweet air,
Or breaking through the water sprinkler’s fresh spray
I shall forever laugh, and laugh without a care.

It’s the smallest wonders that truly matter
Wonders I always seek within the mile
All I do is spread my arms to the welcoming sky hue,
Close my eyes, take a breath, and SMILE!

Essence

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A thought turned into

Appearance, an illusion

I captured it;

Little did I anticipate the delusion

Endowing my art

With the gift of a beating,

Living heart…

For I wasn’t satisfied

I needed a soul into the mix

So I met the owner of my prized semblance

My expectations became a transfix;

Didn’t match the picture-perfect persona

I first made them out to be

But their daring exuberance poured

New life into me

The warmth of a new friend’s touch

The pulpy sweetness of their image finessed

I grew fond of

Life’s living best

And just like that,

I fell hopelessly obsessed.

My life was complete

…but I wasn’t satisfied

I needed more

And for more I dug

Into the innermost of their soul

Masked in blanks unsaid,

Suspicions to be dread

I grew doubtful

Every request of mercy for them

Came up empty-handed and hopeful

What secret are you hiding, my pretty?

When I dared, again I looked

What I found left me shook’d

Congratulations, your sly countenance

Tricked me!

The rain of sorrow was great

But I’m not here to tell that type of story

Even though I begged and denied

Pleaded and revived

I approach once too close; and

I end up still sorry

The darkness in you is wholly

Repugnant!

Then,

A voice whispered:

“Who do you worry?

I’m still here,

A lone concept you take for cheap

A figment of your passion

But willingly yours to keep.”

I took my heart back

From one who was already void of existence

Instead I distilled it back to the ghost of

Your

Undying

Essence

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One of my most favorite poems that I have composed; ironically, I was in depression at the time. A depression I’d never want to experience again, even if it prompts a million poems.

Also, I’m doing a slight revamp to my blog: I’m reorganizing my past poems into subcategories on my home page.

 

Dreamy-head’s Desire

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Too many interests and potential passions; not enough time or resources.

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Musing,

I stand behind the window of possibilities

Multifaceted identities

I let them flow

Kindled desire

What of me does Fate require

To set these smoking flames a-glow?

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Who am I?

I — am a burst of colors

My mind hollers

Atop the world

“Look at me!

Aren’t I a worthy sight to see?”

My confection of dreams unfurled.

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Sensing, I am:

My creativity

Passionivity

These carriers need to unload

A physical feat

The pining pen of an aesthete

A mind, unbridled, can explode.

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So real…

Except when it is not

This isn’t the life I thought I thought

Nothing I lose, nothing I gain

Reminders are a sinking mire,

Ventures consequently dire

Slap me — I’m wandering again.

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Side note, I asked a fellow blogger if they could feature one of my prized poems, “Writer’s Reverie”, on their blog, and they did! You can check it out here

Next stop — The Wall Street Journal! Just kidding. Still! I wanna expand my influence in a likeminded community. Who knows? 

Facing You

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I was afraid of you

But at least I’m not alone

You replenished my soul

And thus, a seed of hope was sown.

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I was afraid of you

Though I adore you much,

I played a game of denial,

A denial from truth, reasons and such.

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I was afraid of you

For I dreadfully fear sin,

But hark! my mind knows I’m sane

And true love shall never give in.

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A week already? 0.0 I should update here more often.

…Thus, the Candid of Life

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Do you remember that moment when you realized something pivotal about the way our world works? Whether it was something wonderful, horrifying, upsetting or something that simply blew you away? And you realized: “Gosh, how naive I was!”

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I just can’t even

Fathon

The complex and the simple

Of life and life inbred

Why can’t the Supreme

See

And provide that heavenly promise instead?

The shocks and shakes I get,

I behold,

I’ve seen too much;

Was that what Mother once foretold?

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Yeesh

I cry —

Life’s too candid

To ask in retrospect —

WHY

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WHY

Did Hope hang far but near?

WHY

Does Faith fall botched?

WHY

Is love in all its intrinsic dear

Leave an exasperating legacy unwatched?

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As Digital’s users once told me:

I can’t even…

I won’t even…

Life’s compass in all his sin is set

I couldn’t even…

I wouldn’t even…

I can’t…

Yet.

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If you think this sounds absurd, you’re right. 

 

Is the Outer Dark Reflecting Our Inner Souls Again?

I don’t even know how to describe this.

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The sun’s time to sleep

Earlier is nigh

Meanwhile at home,

My soul is dry.

I’ve had a share of days,

Bad were few

But in this time

The sun knew

How to capture my inner sense

Of disturb, and distrust.

And of depression,

To be sad I must

Of every fleeting thought

That ruffles me.

“Fie!” I say,

“The dark is just for sleep

To hibernate a while

Then awake

In glory, peace and a waning smile.”

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Comment your thoughts — don’t be a stranger!

Please…Be My Listener

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A simple poem comprised of spiritual elements, which is a first for me.

Moonlight is nigh

But I can’t sleep;

To anyone, anywhere,

I weep:

Who will be my listener?

Yea, they have fallen unto me

The sorrows of the day,

Which is why

Always

I call into the dark and dank, and pray:

Will you be my listener?

Nay

I say:

Human tribulations are here to stay

But this won’t stop me to ask:

Who will be my listener?

After every evening prayer

I remember Him, Divine and Kind,

And maybe,

A voice slips into my mind:

“I will be your listener.”

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I’d like to say that I do believe in a God. In someone who loves unconditionally like no other human can, in someone who provides more than any human can…