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Tint Aug 2020
Today is in 1950
the breeze is summer fume
sun scorced cooly and smooth
cicadas rung my ears with hoof
beside this maple trees I coved
my fountain pen and canvas book
called out the imagine that I hooked
in this small silver anklet by my foot
marking my heart, so lowly sewed

If I pioneered the 1950
today will be days of gold
we all will sit by the seaside
crying tears of joy, intertwined
no more hiding behind light shadows
to subtle the beauty of our form
patched roads be filled with laughter
and our lullabies of hope
all our hearts will heal, today in 1950
Tint Jul 2020
My sleep halted
when disruption decided
to try the patience
of this holy saint
for no, she isn't angry
wouldn't get mad
and I can hear them whispering
"She have changed a lot",

How fun could that be
that the better person was me
imagine if I was free
from shackles of greed
that no, I do not wish
to strangle you to death
or to cut off your fingers
while you plead to retreat

When the shells beneath the sea
decided to break loose
in a land with all the trees
they die, ferociously
because no food here can feed
the confusion in the beads
of their angry cry for help
Tint Jul 2020
dadum dadum

The rain has fallen down
these pebbles sang
their lost kids ran
the rain has fallen down

My kitty cat
slept on the rug
and listened as
the rain kept falling down

it brought me back
to memories
when rain and I
was one

and we would miss
the last retreat
into the clouds
of misbelief

but we would laugh
and play it out
sing this song
of raining, falling down

and in the end
another friend
sit alight
joins our partying

the rain would stop
it will shine
with colors
that are bright

and we then sang
another song
the rainbow is here
all along
Tint Jul 2020
Grandma brought me with her
in an open space by the back
with soft grass and watery mud
I have found a peaceful lot
I would sit there with her
as she weaved this colored stripes
brown, red, blue, and a little of green too

the lawn smelled nice and I breathe
the wind is cool and I sang
fell asleep and I woke up
but then she was gone
the banig she made was still there
it faded slowly too, like in a dream

The grass grew taller,
water got deeper
and I got a little older,
cried a little harder
all I saw was this kite
I used to love to fly
now I wish it carry messages
of the words I failed to speak

I made it now Ina, there was no stage though, maybe because you won't be watching me march, so it is fine. See? I made it through. I know you would be saying, "I am proud of you."
Banig is a type of mat from the Philippines, it is woven using dried leaves which is then cut into stripes and dyed into different colors.
Ina is the filipino word equivalent to mom or grandma
Tint Jul 2020
The person was deaf
from swooshing of the wind
and the melody from myths
never ceased to baffle them
all they see are elements
of mockery and fame
from people who cared
but left them in the end

The 14th track of a symphony
they learned to love to hate
started humming, ascending
into an orchestra of fate
they can only wonder
why it promised of bitter ends
when it is only music
meant to compensate
Tint Jul 2020
I have heard the better word
that defined
my lack of pride
beyond the line
I've drawn upon
to elevate the livid lies
that I was braver,
when I was not

And they pointed
at the arrow sign
To my neverland
'far fetched' above
my knees gave out
and I succumbed
to the scrutiny
of many eyes
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