poem 3 :)
I witness Admiration;
A webpage of aesthetic appears
Faded colors of corroded spears
Pointed at the crazy mosaic I know,
indelible writing of my diaristic memo
Washi tapes, stickers, and pastel photos of me
Please be wary of falling debris
I spot Apathy;
It's a funny thing to see
As their stone cold eyes bury me,
bearing poison, leaking with glee
Enchantment of lush lotuses might be the key
Calamitous love that I could not foresee
Please be wary of falling debris
I catch sight of Anxiety;
Hundred stacks of opulent attires
lifeless and lethal just like phantom fires
I cannot attempt to adorn myself with it
They stare me down as I'm forced to submit
Wrapping me up, suffocating yet free
Please be wary of falling debris
I finally meet Acceptance;
With warm blood flowing from Her dainty hands
and sampaguitas emerging from the great lands
My body has burned and turned cold as centuries fade
I was admired, became apathetic, and was afraid
But now in Her embrace, under the Sullen Tree
I don't have to worry about falling debris
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Exiled Dreamers
PoetryA collection of poems I've written. The title means we're just dreamers who have yearned of merely dreaming and shutting off everything around us. Yet the harsh reality forcefully expels us from this source of happiness of ours. My poetry encompasse...
