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NOT A WITCH

Tuna Pie

I thought you are a witch, The one who spit those magical words, Who brew those luminous potions, And hides a world of unimaginable beasts. I always fantasized to visit that world For I am a just a muggle living in a static life. I want to see a color for once before I die. So I hold you, and I received the magic before my very eyes. However, Your words doesn’t align with the things that I expected; it exceeds. You make me see the world where you and I exist. ‘Tho bazillion waves are pushing me away. In … Continue reading NOT A WITCH

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TOKEN’S LIFE

Tuna Pie

An escape from the dark room, An opportunity to leave, Please bring me to my home, or maybe, drop me instead. I saw different emotions: happiness, anger, and guilt. To impress, or just to spend. You must see the cycle, The black box is not hidden. And as you dropped me to the right place, For you, not for me. I saw again the darkness, with my related fellows, saying different greetings, without knowing who are we. Then the staff, will open the gate, a prisoner who can’t escape the reality, Just like how we can’t see the paradise, He … Continue reading TOKEN’S LIFE

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Poetry Vomit #6: Never Hoped

Pacific Sandwich

I ponder upon the mysteries of the universe,And I may have learned formulas, philosophies.All it takes to understand the hollow in which I take my steps;I took my steps.In which I breathe my breath, colored the colors, saidWhat must be said — and not.And yetEvents in days, months, and years were insufficientOr uninteresting, a bore — I’d say.To be displayed in a cold, dark movie theatre,Something worth sitting in for an hour or so,In an already dull life. It seems to me that the most astonishing spectacleThat may happen in our lifetime —A confusing feature I may yet understand,Or not,Or … Continue reading Poetry Vomit #6: Never Hoped

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GLOOMY ARCADE (Poetry Vomit #5)

Tuna Pie

Flickering lights, dead bulbs. The laugh is what I want; cannot be found. Lonely tickets, happy termites. Lonely brooms, and happy dusts. Challenges do challenge themselves. Sparks do flow towards the boring light, Skipping us. And if this is karma, cause of cheat. Telling us the fake luck, A blind happiness indeed. Then finally it will stop. Gloomy arcades, smiling humans, Jailed arcades, a step, free us, your masters, humans, Continue reading GLOOMY ARCADE (Poetry Vomit #5)

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DALAMPAKADANG-BALAKAY

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Aking sinta, pangako ko sayo’y kailanma’y hindi mapapako, Itataga sa mga bato yaring gugma ko sa imo. Ipangangalandakan sa lahat ang ating paglalakbay; ikaw at ako. Doon sa walang hanggan; magkahawak-kamay tayong tutungo. The heaven is witness to the love we have, The land and the seas, the horizon that parts; Where it all descends and ascends, we’ve met — Our beginnings and ends, the zenith and sets. At sa kung harangin man ng mga unos at pagsubok, Asahan mong ito’y ating malalagpasan. Walang higanteng makakatapak-pisat sa’tin giliw. Silab ng puso, init natin, ang tutunaw sa mga parakandangan. And I … Continue reading DALAMPAKADANG-BALAKAY

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SEASHELL

Pacific Sandwich

𝙊𝙣𝙘𝙚 upon the twilight of April, as we relish the zephyr,Behold was the prettiest seashell I took for souvenir.I witnessed the last ray of sunshine pouring on your shoulderAs I wipe off the dusts of my find, I hold dear.The wind carried me into your whereabouts and I leaned into your ear. ‘𝙏𝙬𝙖𝙨 the twilight, I get rid of hesitancy — the boulder,The sentiments I buried down the sands like the shell; the feelings I smolder.I grabbed your hand and brought you the gift — a piece of me that can’t disappear.“I love you,” the words I murmur.The seashell will … Continue reading SEASHELL

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YOU AND ME

Tuna Pie

You and me,Under the bazillion stars,Around the bonfire we areRe-telling our journey to our children. You and me,In the middle of the night.Hearing the hurls from the sea,Watching bioluminescent nature and creatures. You and me,Holding the arms of each other.Leaning your head to my shoulder.We’ll live, you and me forever. Continue reading YOU AND ME

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Autumn

Pacific Sandwich

Once upon an autumn blazing stumperWhen yellow leaves sway found glory; beholdLove as it seems to forge, as she mutterAs he caress the maiden’s hair of gold. The maiden dare lay at the leaves and dream For an eternal autumn to remainThe young man glazed silent still, softly beamedTheir affections confined, ’tis but constrained. As though youth is bounded by time and guilt And autumn is short though their love do last When the drapes fall down and the earth would tilt‘Tis but a memory that time would cast. So they would weep and miss the glorious fall The autumn … Continue reading Autumn

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SILHOUETTE (Poetry Vomit #3)

Pacific Sandwich

How the light encompasses darknessThe wind and its whisper, a blissFrom the heaven to your skinBestrewing every senses and within. How the dusk play a nonexistent trumpet;An auditary hallucinationWhich you cannot ungrasp —An intangible pleasure herein. How as you sat, there is quietBut not emptiness, nevermore;A pounding of the heartThat will last, forevermore. And when I hold your hand throughThe moment, through the brawlOf light and darkness,We stay between. The sky, the great artist that hewn usInto existence; the colorThat complements our figure,We stay between. How the wind carry your hair,Swaying until it touches mine,Connecting us togetherLike how everything is … Continue reading SILHOUETTE (Poetry Vomit #3)

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Daughters and Suns

Pacific Sandwich

In the dawn of freedom and dusk of dust,Edges of gloomy blue canvasWhirling deranged and distracted,A tiny bright scarlet incandescent light bulb. Against bewitching pale faceCavernous eyes, lovely demeanor;Flourishing a figure of goldLaid disarranged, shambles of such. And as if it’s heaven or hell, she reached out —Her hands waving, catching the omnipotence of Nothing.She grabs and grabs to an enigma eternal,Birds and butterflies, but above were blur. A high tree, a dead tree, and three;There were cries, there were woes, thunder and quakes.There were droplets, piercing bulletsThe last tear she would save. Passed through a brittle glassReflection saturnine, now … Continue reading Daughters and Suns