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[Poetry] Secrets

They stood a foot apart, he and she. Everything that had happened before was made for this one precious moment. The heart of a person is a beautiful thing: it can beat several hundred beats per minute in anticipation of something that will be extraordinary. He closed...

[Poetry] Discovery

Hey you. I wish to know your world: your ticks, your quirks, your dreams that keep you awake at night; your fears, your interests, your passions. I wish to see the world through your eyes. How you feel the wind brushing your face, how the warmth of a fire feels on...

[Poetry] Shakespeare in Love

His heart was captured by a lady's grace. From her raven eyes to her auburn hair, he watched mesmerized, enamored, and dazed. These were the sparks of their sweet love affair. Behind blank pages and written verses were his testaments of love and desire. He spoke of...

[Poetry] Insomnia

I woke up with the goal of forgetting about you. Distraction is what I needed, so distraction is what I did. I kept myself glued to the rhythm of everyday life. The hands of time ticked, my life continued to tock. I let myself drown in the sea of adrenaline and...

[Poetry] Adequate

We're not afraid of what we can't do; we're afraid of what we can do. We're scared that our light shines beyond us and that it may blind others, too. But when we show our light, we allow others tp do the same with theirs. It is adequate to be true to ourselves; to...

[Poetry] Borrowed Time

There's a single red rose in front of me, it's bud still close and patiently waiting. In a few days, it will reach its full bloom. Several days more, it will wilt and find its demise. But there's the beauty in it: the rose, like everything else, is ephemeral. How dull...

[Poetry] Meta

How do you write a poem? Simple. You bleed words, bringing them out of your system as natural as breathing. When you have the words, you take the familiar and defamiliarize it. An empty glass? No, it's a vessel waiting to be filled by drunken conversations and...

[Poetry] April’s Fool

Away she went and he followed closely behind, his eagerness reeking like sour plum in the air. Her coy smile teasing, captivating, mesmerizing, swearing, lying like the damned daughter of the devil. The trap was set and he was in April's hands. It's a dance, mind you,...

[Keeping it Real] Word of the Year for 2017

I've decided. My Word of the Year this 2017 is "REDUCE".  I realized that there are a lot of things that I really want to do. But with my attention divided, there's a chance that I might not finish anything at all. So what does "REDUCE" cover? Let me share with you a...

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