Dead End

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What do you do when there's no other way but to start again with nothing?
*Friend, this is made for you.

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Tears gently fell off

The curve of your cheeks

Bringing with it

All your love for me,

Or the little that is left.

You spoke of words

I once told you,

Of promises I never kept,

And times I never showed up,

You spoke without a heart.

With your blank stares

And matching indifference

I realized that this is the end,

For me, Never for you.

I lost your love for me.

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*Picture from datingwithdignity

Of Candles & Cakes

Who do you wish for?

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I blew a wish

Towards the fire

And prayed that the wind

Carried it all,

Not just bits and pieces

Of my song,

But everything

My heart longs for.

I hoped that those

Who ate slices of the cake

Did not devour my wishes

Because if that's the case

Then my only desire

Will come running down

The dirty drain,

My future gone into the sewer.

I felt the wind

Blowing against me

And in that instant

I saw all the dreams

Carried by the wind,

The very wind that carried 

My birthday wishes,

I started praying.

I asked the heavens to not let 

The wind blow against you.

I don't want you to know

That my wishes are about you,

It's a secret between me and God

Just like how we kept things

between us.

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*Picture from asifa-sf.org

Love Gourmet

You think I can't read?

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We thawed.

Not like the glaciers floating 

In the midst of the Atlantic

But the kind of thawing

Required for a piece of meat:

Lacking artistry

And full of crass.

It satiates not heart's thirst

But the flesh's hunger.

I have never realized

That a haloed person 

Can be so cruel,

When I did nothing but

Give more air under

Your wings.

You fried me

With all the love I

Have given you,

So much so that it

Became a poison to all

The wounds I started to lick.

We could have made 

Scrumptious offerings to one another.

Sadly you chose everything

To be blandly half baked.

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*Picture from static.guim.co.uk

The Love Life of a Leaf

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Whenever I see a dead leaf

Gracefully fall down towards

The rich body of the land

I remember the lithe physique

Of a ballerina in  her pink tutu

Jumping up in the air

And quietly  goes down like a Swan,

Poised, grand, & regal,

As if the dead leaf completely

Trusts the ground that will catch her.

The grass is also there

To cushion her fall.

I wonder if it's bliss the leaf feels,

Suspended in air as it glides down

To her destination, feeling safe.

What does she feel when she becomes

One with Earth again?

I closed my envious eyes and

I think about how different it was
Falling for you.

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*Picture from davintosh

Traces of Life

To all life who was saved and lost.

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Hurriedly I undressed myself

Leaving only my brand new boxers

The one I got today for my special day.

I then dove straight into the murky waters

Hoping that I'll be able catch him fast

Before river currents overpower him to death.

I caught an arm and then his face bobbed up,

I heard gulps for air and frantic flaps in the water

Though I'm not sure if their mine or his.

I finally let him go on his own and

I then saw him swim towards the edge.

 Before I dared follow him

I felts cramps along my legs,

Both my legs felt electrified

My screams for help got muffled 

With water going in my mouth.

I sinked slowly, painfully slow.

The last thing I saw was him running away

Probably calling for help.

I wasn't even able to 

Close my eyes before I died.

The only traces I was alive

A few minutes ago was the 

Shirt and shorts on the river bank

I left on the grass,

Still warm and very new,

Birthday presents I requested.

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*Picture from nationalgallery.org.uk

Moonlight Phobia

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I lost count of the dreams I had,

And the nights there wasn't any.

It's always like that when clouds 

Roll away from the moon

Like lovers saying farewell.

The solitary nightingale singing 

Her eulogistic aria;

Creatures of the night 

Silently wiped their tears

While doing their best not

To get heard by others.

The song finished and the bird

Flew away to her next destination

Leaving behind her lost souls,

Unhealed wounds and stinking promises.

This is the reason I prefer

To have a blank stupor.

Because when I don't

I see crazy things I know I shouldn't.

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*Picture from shutterstock

Yearning for Amber

 If only time stands still.

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I see you and everything else disappears

Nothing really matters,

Not the pimply kid who sits

Quietly beside me while torturing his iPod;

Not the bus driver who blows his horns

To the irritation of the passengers

Who slept late and woke up early,

Including me.

Everything becomes a blur

When you are around me.

And for days, the sight of you

Makes me want to wake up 

A little bit late so that I'll be

In the same bus you are in,

Which my boss complains about

Since she expects me to be there

Way too early than what's needed.

Yesterday I almost wished that

For a time, can I have my life

Stopped inside that bus?

Like a mosquito trapped in Amber,

I yearn for that brief feeling of elation,

Of immortalizing a single moment 

That somehow makes me get by.

My day begins and ends the moment 

You enter and alight the bus.

That's approximately 30 minutes.

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*Pics from collectorsquest