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Everything in this page  are new  poems collected from my bad hair days and nothingness. These are brought about the dead air. want more? just click the link to go to the next page.

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Across the Ocean is More Ocean (new)

By the shore
Nothing left
But the silent sirens
Of the lion's roar
Roads never ending
Who knows where it leads
There was nothing but a reverie
Of someone
Looking Ahead

The Invisible Poet 

I waited by the dock
As the last visible wave sings
And the rest didn't matter
They just died with the night-
the same nights I wouldn't
Mean a thing to you,
Cause I have no control of you,
What more can I control you
To just pass by the dock
Around before the last wave sings,
And know someone like me
Still do exists.

*this is a recommended-read for people!

sometimes we have to stop for a while to realize the beauty out there. we always see the negative ones, the pains and the imperfection that was part of His plan. This poem made us realize that despite war and conflict, there's still something beautiful that was neglected. The last lines is a plea to stop for a while and recognize all these small, meaningful things.

Open-mindedness 

The roof is my tower
It's where I see birds fly by
And become to look like thrown mugs
Suspended on mid air-
At last a real evidence
That there really are things
Beyond seeing from your perspective.

*Imagine seeing birds looking like thrown mugs suspended on mid air. that's more like imaging a person you thought wasn't worthy was worthy after all. it's more like basing everything on first impressions when you should've counted the encounters after the first.

this poem is about seeing from another perspective. you might hesitate to look up the sky for a while or take a person's point of view- but when you think about it, there's really more than seeing from YOUR OWN perspective.

in the poem, you might consider wanting to look straight ahead as your normal view point. for a change, the poem suggests you to look up from the roof. with that, you see something different. it is seeing beyond your perspective.

Being Three 

I don't want being
Annie, Marge and Margery
Because two has to take the front seat
while the one is left on the back,
The two gets to play on the swing
While the one can only watch,
On double lines in school
The one has to be alone,
When everyone's called to pair
The one, once again, is on her own.
Three is not an answer,
When one adds one,
I'd rather be an even number
So there'd be no odd one out.

*Being three, in this poem, means being THREE in a group- that is being Anne, Marge and Margery. I  didn't like the thought of three because i think of it as a hanging number where one person has to stand aside for a while. This poem is much like a children poetry.

Something Funny

It's funny how
It's funny when
There's nothing funny
And they laugh
Like there is

Lemon Pop

I love to sip my lemon juice
Cause it makes me sour-faced
Then I look like a bubble gum
Everyone wants to POP me

. of a Pen 

I am this thin point of a pen
And nothing else matter
But my automated movement
To create this-
This words sputtered by my
Revolting ink!
This scribbles doodled by
The drowsy hands
Moving me
To a stop!

This Moment 

Once again
I find myself locked
In this moment
Where time is never passing
And spirits seem to flee
I find this moment
A new birth awaiting
For this moment
To subside
And I can no longer own it,
Not even to have grasp
How sacred it seems
Once again
I let it go

*The feeling here is similar to what Michael Jordan said "playing every basketball game as if it its your last" and Eminem talking about seizing the moment cause it might only pass you once. To me, this poem makes us capture this moment. The moment you read it, you feel it then you let it go just like another basketball game or another music video played. That was YOUR moment.

From Afar 

It's hard for me to wake up
And not having to think
Of what things would make you laugh
What would make your eyes lit
And what would keep your time worthwhile
I don't need to b any of your reasons,
I just wanted, despite the distance,
You are, and will always be, okay 

*this is a simple poem expressing heart whelming feelings for someone. it doesn't matter if the care / love was reciprocated. it's all about unconditionally caring and watching from afar.

Down There

i curl myself into a ball
And roll myself on bed
I bounce and twirl
Like a strain spring
And I went thumbing
D
O
W
N

Locked Away 

everyday you strip off my color,
and shed me into nakedness,
Of shame that is vulnerable...
Until there is nothing left unseen of me,
You unravel me deep,
You dig through me
And pound holes
With your claws.
Did you think i wasn't hurting?
Did you think there was no pain?
Until I become bare to your eyes,
Until I am grounded of words,
Until I become your toyed dolls
Numb and useless...
Shall I wait for that day
Or forever be a prisoner
Locked from the freedom
I was destined to have-
Without you.

*this poem makes the quote "it's better to be alone than be with bad company" alive. this poem is about being a slave of someone. people have the right to live and to be free. There is the freedom of will and to choose- this poem makes us realize that we have the right to be who we are. we can't be prisoners. we don't have to wait till we're numb or play blind for a while. Choose your friends especially when they build their life around you (you might just get swallowed by a useless blackhole and forever entangle your life in the dark). 

What Means Most To Me 

You make love songs live,
You make war die
With the faintness of the wind.
If I get to fight in war
Knowing there's a reason
To live for tomorrow,
I'd let myself die now
Cause if it's meant to be,
Then I'll see you tomorrow

*i like this poem because it is filled with hopes. the persona decided to take risks and depend most of his/her life to destiny because if it's meant to be- then be it! If not, then it is accepted.

This poem could be a sacrifice for friendship, general love or self.  it is about believing that things have a reason for happening.  

A New Friend

I let go of my balloon
But she lay low
Decided to stay
By dangling on a tree.

I climbed up
To let it flee
But it remained
Tangled upon me

So I brought home
To my new friend-
A big purple balloon,
YOU CAN HAVE IT.

*this poem is about giving away something special for a friend. The NEW FRIEND in this poem is not the big purple balloon but the person who took the balloon when the writer of the poem decided to give it away. Friendship, in the poem, is described as selfless giving and compassion.

My Rock

As I hear that usual voice,
I am swept over
Like a dust by a mop,
As I tingle at your off beat chord
I am blown away
Like a melody
And I feel nothing
Without you as a reason
To life's complexity.

*I wrote this song while listening to a song by TC. It was the same voice that could bring waves to my day. Without it, i feel that i wouldn't mean anything to life. it's more like ME & this song jiving. it can't be half alone living. it can't be half done. it completes each other. it completes me.

THE PAIN

I don't write __
I just let it flow
Until it quiets
And decides to fade off
With the wind
Far away

I don't write __
I just let it show
Until I am able
To free me
From this numbness
And let go

I don't write __
I just let it be
Until I find myself
Back before any needle
Can do harm to me

Till I could appreciate
A drop of water
And take a walk
Back to the shore-

I would know
I'm ready
To write the PAIN

*IMPORTANT NOTE: the poem in the first 3 stanzas has a __ where the word "the pain" should've been inserted. But since the persona on the poem wasn't at first ready to write about it, she waits to be healed and be back to herself. Iin the end of the poem, when she's finally ready- SHE FINALLY WROTE THE PAIN.

Your Past Existence

As my eyes insist to close
A memory of you lives
Through all darkness
And my deepest sleeps.

You lived more than
Before my eyes can gaze
And lived after me
And Beyond

As you crawl back
Leaving me haunted
Of your distant cries
And past existence

I light a candle
By your solemn grave
My lips quivering
From your last embrace

*If there is something that is deeper than LOVE and LIFE alone, it must be death. Death is so mysterious and vast as a topic. It is what stirs life and love.  It is more than us, more than our time and more than love can be described of. in this poem, i decided to make a love-after-death kind of poem.

this is not an ordinary love poem. this is about a love where the other person isn't there. he only exists with the darkness, with DEATH as his own life. this is about falling for someone dead or already buried on the grave.

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