of ink and parchment
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carve the very essence
of your soul
in a piece
of parchment
in that staccato
of a moment,
you own everything—
encompassing all
you own the—
the world;
the time;
the universe
the blossom
of blood
in the tangle of your vessels
is the ink
the rage of power
in your mind
is the thought—
strong enough to topple towers
and in the end,
never punctuate
the flowing thoughts—
the cascading words
BINABASA MO ANG
The Dark Side of the Moon
Poetryno one has ever touched me like she ever did a sliver of glee a slice of sadness a creeping happiness a slithering melancholy a knife of healing a bandage of pain she was the dark side of the moon but when i look at her, i see light in crescent i...