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Literature
Frailty
Hooks clinging on to the pathetic armor I call courage
and the last vestige of my sanity slips towards oblivion
Sleep flees as I seek refuge in the emptiness beyond the dreams
and yet nothing and no one finds me in need or disrepair
Every stumble and and every motion aches as I lay waiting
for the storm to end and let me come and touch the light
but all there is are the silent drips on to the floor
telling me there will be more, and so much more
Oh my muse, my love and my source of insanity
My obsession, my light and how I loathe thee
On a whim, truth bends upon your convenience
While I, foolish and wretched don't even know the difference
Not knowing what is true and what is false
The kind of power that is your beck and call
Still I am bound by silence and by fear of conflict
I am at a loss, oh woe is me, oh my frailness
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Literature
My present and your tomorrow
My present and your tomorrow
Who guards the guardsmen?
Who protects the guilty?
Who are the great and the meek?
Would the truth be hidden even when we seek?
How do I tell you my child, my daughter
About how we have moulded your future
About the disdain and disgust we've felt
When many atrocious deeds were dealt
We know our present will be your building block
where all wonderful opportunities will be unlocked
Yet all is in disarray and brewing calamity
Oh how do we fight to prevent a looming tragedy?
We dread the moment when you have to set foot
Upon our country which is rotting from the root
Where you will encounter bias, bigotry, and misogyny
That are condoned from the low till the highest authority
What agony it is to see and hear such dreadful violence
While lesser and lesser cares about who's innocence
Because apathy is slowly becoming the norm
Seeking relief in thinking in uniform
Sadly those who still have any common sense
are persecuted by the paid and the dense
Even when asked
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Literature
Messy me
Without you I wouldn't want the moon.
I won’t have any use for it as I slumber till noon.
Without you, I wouldn't want to reach the stars
I’d be content into looking at fancy cars.
Without you, I wouldn't want to go beyond comfort.
I'd be happy within my imaginary court.
Neither would I’d want to push my limit
when halfhearted efforts gives me a passing merit.
But you've shown me such smile when you've gazed at the moon and the stars.
And saw your bliss when we go travel so far.
Felt your admiration when we learn something new
As you delight knowing more than you once knew
Without you, I’d be stationary stagnant and unwilling to grow
without you, my life with be boring and slow.
Without you I'd never truly change for the better.
Without you, I’m just another messy clutter
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Literature
Postpartum
I am drowning in the torrent of emotion
Dumbfounded in the swirl of sorrow
Slowly being swallowed into depression
Doubt
Disappointment
Denial
Fight over territory
While my fading will fumbles in every futile attempt
to fight off fatigue.
All this while time continue to flow indifferently to my pleas
I wear the mask of normalcy, but it slow crack under my war torn heart.
Oh, what disaster have i brought myself?
What seeds did i plant to reap such unhappiness?
What happened to me?
When did all of this happen?
How much hubris did I had to think that I could take all the burden?
What folly did I had to think that I could be responsible for another life?
When i am barely holding on to the mess of mine.
I am horrified to think that I am such a liability.
I am exhausted in all aspects
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Literature
Shattered
Stumbling, I am afraid
I try not to waste your patience
but my voice slowly starts to fade
and nothing seems to make sense
terrified, I tried, I still tried
but I can see you losing faith
and your tears couldn't even hide
and all I could do is clench in self hate
When did it went? Where did it go?
I try to speak again, but in another way
by glance, by touch, in any medium that I know
but you seem to be falling apart hinting you wouldn't stay
So I grab on to you with the last grains of courage
I know its now or never and nothing can be done
all my hope is yours, nothing else left but rage
Would you leave me into the dark, nowhere to run
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Literature
Pathfinder
Was it greed that came before
at the hour, with a knock on the door
It was a time for my decision
oh how I have loathed this situation
For ever since I could remember
I fear not choosing what is better
I fear that choosing itself is losing
and in losing I fear would be my undoing
Is it greed that came over me
like a need that I know is a want
Wanting all, where only one path I see
I wish there was a way, I wish and I want
But nothing else is there but anguish
With my indecision and my foolish wish
And here I am wanting a little bit more
A little more than I know, I am worth of, worthy for
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Literature
Repeat Offender
Am I just an addiction relapse
onto the staircase where I jump
Just when I just about to reach
the summit of my own freedom
I jump, loving the agony and indecision
I try, and then again, I try not to stumble
You don't need to lecture me in a weird syntax
You know it just annoys me rather than to relax
I am just the tears that I wipe just to shed anew
I am a prisoner, swallowing my own key
I am the man who admits his faults and proceed
I am just another repeat offender
I am costly and almost a lost cause
I cry in self hate, as pride dictates
for I should fix my own mistakes
But I am already broken beyond repair
and it seems no one else seem to care
How would people know, when I am but walls upon walls
of lies, fake smiles, and sleepy deceitful eyes
and so I drown, through my own pool of pity
with my arms barely reaching up for help
maybe, this time, I shouldn't just lean onto myself
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Literature
Well travelled
I'd love to be the person you've wanted me to be
that happy go lucky, wild eyed dreamer that I was
But the thing is, it was in the past. Yes, that phase had passed
I am that bittered face, sleepy eyed,fatigued man before you
because you took for granted that I will never change
because I took for granted my own innocence
Because you underestimate what the world could do to me
and because I overestimate what I'll do to the world if it hurt me
so here I am, a dark reflection of my own self
the person, I didn't want to be but have to
Born out of my will and of survival
who set aside all those funny things and called it trivial
All I can say is see you in the mourning
yes not in the morning or tomorrow morning
in the mourning of what was lost
but also what was found to replace it
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Literature
Spyglass
                I
             It was I
         I remember it, I
        who saw through you
     Drowning in that gutless lie
Chained in its weight and unable to fly
 so I put a fire on through your soul
    with every effort took its toll
      and I become close to empty
        but I trudge with folly
          even when faltering
            I keep looking
               I look
                See
                 I
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Literature
Just Nourishment
They say that inspiration is enough
To push you, to pull you at the very top
But I beg to differ for something better
A man also need real bread and butter
For the paper thin bill is a heavy load
and most of us is in survival mode
Once can wearily feel working slow
Unable to give out, unable to glow
And while the hunger pangs and anxiety creeps
How can one aim so high or dig so deep?
Nothing else could give form to what is physical
hence the need for help, even if this is minimal
For one can't give such great vision even with greater inspiration
without nourishment for the body, nothing will come to fruition
Is it not the expression of the body and the soul the main goal?
then is it not just to give aid on both as one, and as a whole
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Literature
A former groom
May it be that the rain has begun
And here I am always searching for fun
but that time seems to linger well
looking behind the veil I become pale
For the truth is that my youth holds dear
The sun, the breeze but now it holds fear
for ti's new step I have taken
where I hold forth my heart with a maiden
Bell rings and rings on finger stays
and yet it seems to last for days
But now its been a month since it begun
I am now called on to union, now a husband
And here lies what can be done with the sun
For all I could think about is to be her better man
with bills, dreams and all of those wants and needs
I caution myself for my soul also has to feed
Oh such a tight rope, with all of this worry
but not as much to make me melancholy
I just hope with each and passing day
I could balance the life of work, love and play
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Literature
Because you got the spark
You asked, you shouted and you pleaded
That I should not fall in love with a poet
Because you're like a broken glass that's in need
of a bet, on whose hand it would meet
But if that hand was mine
I would still touch it like a lover
I would hold that jagged knife as it shine
and only I can say when it is over
because maybe an empty heart needs another
because maybe one body can fit two souls
and though it might cause so much trouble
maybe we just got the same goals
I would even whisper softly as I bleed
while you ask, shout and plead
for me to stop holding you close
for that decision is mine and its you I chose
Even when tears flows like a river
and your anger gives me the shiver
I will soldier on with you in the dark
cause like you, I too might have that spark
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In the Midst :iconarchaicglint:archaicglint 1 0
Literature
Amnesia
I wonder what will happen
When all has been said and done
When blood has been spilled
When sweat has been poured
and when tears has been dried
I wonder when my bones numbed
when my muscles ache beyond pain
When all thoughts and schemes
have been won and spoils are gained
I wonder when  will this ever end
this struggle
this battle
for that next breathe
Because I grow tired
and rest is so elusive
You're the kind who can't let go
everyday is crawl against what you know
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Literature
F.O. (Friendship Over)
We are not friends
There is no more ryhme or reason
Not just a change in the season
No hurt or pain to hide
and has nothing to do on the outside
We are not friends
not now, not tomorrow or any longer
Not today, someday or even after
But was, in the could have, would have, no more
Not in any instance, none in the future
So let it end, let it breakdown to the core
Nothing is left to talk about, nothing more
A closed door, a broken bridge, and only emptiness
I've traded it all on this new perception of happiness
Because we can never be, what should be, what could be
so this sad song has to end and queue it in three
two, one, zero. The dance is over, the mask in on
all that is left is silence, all else is gone
For what is love, when love is gone?
What is friendship when there is no connection?
Even acuintances has more meaning to each other
To each other now, we are strangers, maybe this is better
Maybe it is, maybe this is really better
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Literature
My marriage vow
With Love and laughter and all that matters
In tears and in the struggle we both are fighters
To you, to me and to each other we argue
But to everything else we do it together
Respect and honor
Gentle and tender
We dream for the better
To grow old together
In pain and in gain
Through summer and in the rain
To the skies and in the plains
Hands intertwined, our love remains
A new world, a new life
together we're a husband and wife
A celebration of marriage
With a love that does not age
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"Its a piece of me, but it is not me, It might be, but you'll never know unless my artwork wants it to be"

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Old Souls
Doc says I’m an old
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and letters, and waste-no-words
policy. Doc says old souls still make eye
contact instead of playing with iPhones,
mirrors that stare back, and tell
us who we are by knowing
who they are.
Doc tells me I’m an old
soul in a young body, taming
wild Internets and bringing my words
to heel like a triple score
in a game of Scrabble.
That I was born in the wrong
decade, that I was meant to punch
typewriter keys like a boxer,
that the twenty-first century
wasn’t made for old souls like mine.
Doc thinks I’m too old
to be twenty-three, constantly forgetting
the barriers of my few years.
Like that I never wrote about myself
until he gave me moments
worth writing down, and cared
about the person behind the words.
That I learned who I was by learning
who he was, and drew a timeline
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node became a poem, and each poem
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A love in question --C.
Oh is it fair, that the fare for happiness
is to seek the love, in spite of loneliness
Oh the fury and passion that boils
down and grind me as my body toils

I have lived alone for most of my life. I have grown
accustomed to my own company, the silence of the
other half of the bed, the bare side of the wardrobe.
I am told I should be in love by now, as if there is a
bus schedule outside my front door and a waiting list
for happiness. I don’t know what love is, but the movies
tell me it should be photoshopped bodies held close under
a designer sky, kissing in artificial rain, recording scenes
over and over until they are perfect, unmarred by honest
inflexions.
Is it not but fair that each soul has its mate
though I feel bitter if such is determined by fate
for where is such love without free will
Would you stay here, please, will you stay still

I have started to fall in love with a girl nothing like a screen siren.
in the mornings, her face is a mess of mascara stre
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I looked and found my chest empty.
A void where heartbeat ceases.
The shattered, broken heart is gone.
I should have saved some bits and pieces
And now I'm left with none.
A corner that is dark and bare.
Stripped clean of love and all the cares.
So I dug and dug.
Deeper and deeper.
Then I dug some more.
And in that hole, a seed I planted.
Hoping there can grow another,
One that's shiny, happy and new.
For it is still dark and bare,
The place where my heart once were.
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Hooks clinging on to the pathetic armor I call courage
and the last vestige of my sanity slips towards oblivion
Sleep flees as I seek refuge in the emptiness beyond the dreams
and yet nothing and no one finds me in need or disrepair

Every stumble and and every motion aches as I lay waiting
for the storm to end and let me come and touch the light
but all there is are the silent drips on to the floor
telling me there will be more, and so much more

Oh my muse, my love and my source of insanity
My obsession, my light and how I loathe thee
On a whim, truth bends upon your convenience
While I, foolish and wretched don't even know the difference

Not knowing what is true and what is false
The kind of power that is your beck and call
Still I am bound by silence and by fear of conflict
I am at a loss, oh woe is me, oh my frailness
Frailty
Writer's note: Going through despair right now... just had to write something. I actually accidentally deleted my first draft of this and was about to break my cellphone, my keyboard and all that I could bare to break, yet I stopped. Nothing helps.
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Ok ok.... will try to update this more often ^^"
My present and your tomorrow

Who guards the guardsmen?
Who protects the guilty?
Who are the great and the meek?
Would the truth be hidden even when we seek?

How do I tell you my child, my daughter
About how we have moulded your future
About the disdain and disgust we've felt
When many atrocious deeds were dealt

We know our present will be your building block
where all wonderful opportunities will be unlocked
Yet all is in disarray and brewing calamity
Oh how do we fight to prevent a looming tragedy?

We dread the moment when you have to set foot
Upon our country which is rotting from the root
Where you will encounter bias, bigotry, and misogyny
That are condoned from the low till the highest authority

What agony it is to see and hear such dreadful violence
While lesser and lesser cares about who's innocence
Because apathy is slowly becoming the norm
Seeking relief in thinking in uniform

Sadly those who still have any common sense
are persecuted by the paid and the dense
Even when asked for accountability of words and actions
are deflected pathetically with coy and distractions

Waving and shouting about the false flag of danger
Then using such excuse to perform felony and slander
And when called upon such wickedness and indecency
Are confronted with shouting, bullying, and threats of injury

My child, my daughter how will I tell you about today
Where might is right and evil seems to get its way
Alas I can only tell you a glimpse of my present
For even our history is being whitewashed as of recent

Yet take heart and be strong for not all hope is lost
I will not standby idly, for this is a worthy cause
My part might be slight and my influence insignificant
But I will fight for your better tomorrow, duly yours by right
My present and your tomorrow
Writer's Note: I've joined a contest last December about what is happening on recent times and this was my submission.
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The thing is, I want the world to know my work, I just don't want them to know who I am. I feel that on its purest essence, what I do, however heart felt it is, should stand alone. I know how it is related to me, to my heart, to my soul and to my own world, but I feel that if the viewer, would know me, I feel that it would hinder from the true sight, the raw emotion, the innocent concept that my work would mean. It would also be personal on its own if its linked to me rather on its own. But as of always, its up to the viewer.

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Writingangel2010 Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the favorite!
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archaicglint Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2015  Student Writer
No problem ^^ how are you?
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Writingangel2010 Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
I'm doing well. You?
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archaicglint Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2015  Student Writer
Doing great. Just wondering what have you been up to lately?
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Writingangel2010 Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the watch! 
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archaicglint Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2015  Student Writer
Keep forgetting to add you on the watch :P
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Writingangel2010 Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Lol, you've added me :) Thanks for that.
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archaicglint Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2015  Student Writer
No worries :)
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arnhival Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
nahihilo ako..drop lang kapatid hahahaha... :D
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GReih Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
boss! ima commission you again another poeem xD
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