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 Nov 2015 AIA
gene
Coup
 Nov 2015 AIA
gene
“I said
I love you.
I didn’t say
you should pity me.
Because between you and me,
I have the guts
and
courage
to say
I love you.
I took the risk.
And
by
it,
I’ve already won
half of the battle.”
 Nov 2015 AIA
gene
Unfit
 Nov 2015 AIA
gene
He wanted tea. She was coffee.
He wanted butter. She was cheese.
He wanted Facebook. She was Twitter.
He wanted Louboutin. She was Keds.
Your flaws aren’t flaws. You are art.
It may be killing you slowly everyday—but just sleep to forget the world.
 Nov 2015 AIA
gene
Forgotten
 Nov 2015 AIA
gene
To the only guy I regret walking away from
     It’s been more than five years
          But the pain in your eyes still haunts me
               Now that I can’t have you
          I suddenly want you
     Now that you’re with somebody else
I’ll tell you I love you
     Everything you said is like an extract from a good book
         It’s so beautiful and
              yet heartbreaking.
 Nov 2015 AIA
gene
Excuse
 Nov 2015 AIA
gene
“I’m just tired.”
*That’s your excuse.
 Nov 2015 AIA
Batool
Dad !!
 Nov 2015 AIA
Batool
For world,
he is a strong man
a soldier
fighting the bad
defending his land
brave enough
to stand against a million
defiant enough to
make the first move
confident much
to never miss a target
ruthless enough
to **** the enemy
with bare hands
but for a little girl
back at home
he is a teddy bear
who will wipe her tear
a ray of hope and light
a Dad
who makes every thing
go right !!
 Nov 2015 AIA
Paul Butters
People like that I speak plain.
They don’t like when poets are vain.
Hope they love this little refrain.
Think I’ll do it, again and again.

Flowery language isn’t always for me,
I keep my verses wandering free.
Simple words do hold the key,
So a sapling becomes a tree.

Paul Butters
A few nice rhymes.
 Nov 2015 AIA
Mysterious Aries
Ang katotohana'y di ko batid kung paano ko susugatan itong papel
Kung aling sandata ba ang gagamitin, itong punyal ba o kaya'y baril
Mithi kong bawat panitik na bibitawa'y mapatakan ko ng sariling dugo
Dahil bawat papel na masusugata'y tiyak unti-unting hihilum sa puso kong bigo

Ang bawat isasalaysay ng taong malapit na sa kanyang dapit-hapon
Dadamhin alaala ng lumipas, na para lang itong naganap kahapon
Umaasang maaklat ninyo ang aral na nais ihatid
Pulutin ninyo ang ginto, ang bato'y iwanan sa sahig

Maraming salamat kung sakali mang makikilangoy kayo sa aking ilog
Kulay pula man ito'y lilikhain ko itong may kalakip na pag-irog
Mula sa susugatan kong papel magaganap ang lahat
Lapis na punyal at baril ko'y nakahanda nang gumawa ng aklat....



04-10-15

mysterious_aries
Paper Wound

The truth is I do not know how I will smite this paper
Which weapon to be use, this gun or this dagger
Every letter that I will let go, I’ll blend my own blood
Each paper that I’ll wound slowly will cleanse my hearts mud

A chronicle will unfold by one person who is close to his gray
I will feel the memories of my past as if it just happened yesterday
Expecting that you will learn the lesson that I will serve at your door
Gather up the gold, left the stone on the floor

Thank you if ever you will swim at my river
Though its color is red, I will create it along with a love that is forever
I will wound some paper by hook or by crook
My pencil knife and quill gun are now ready to create a book


Translated: 11-23-2015, not so accurate to create a rhyme
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