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The thing about masks is that someone always sees the string behind your head.
Somewhere the sun is setting
In your tired eyes

Somewhere a cool breeze carries
Songs of changing times

Somewhere you're getting by,
Flushed with words of wine,

Somewhere a fool laments
That he never called you "mine"

S.R.
August 13, 2014
brent marasigan Mar 2020
Here I sit silently in darkness
Windows wide open, basking in Nyx’s prowess
The farthest stars whispered to me
Told me to go run wild and be free

My musings scattered from here to there
The night gave me secrets I couldn’t seem to bear
With night’s company, I’m at peace
All my fears and worries seem to cease
My insomniac self wrote this
brent marasigan Mar 2020
As much as I wanted to go near you, I could not.
Even if I exhaust all that I’ve got.

I was the sea, you were the sky.
Waiting for you is tiring, I wouldn’t lie.

Our interaction would've been lit
But we are destined not to meet.
A short poem I wrote back in 2016 (11-28) when I was in 11th grade. I can't honestly seem to remember where I got these thoughts from lol
brent marasigan Mar 2020
I saw you cry yourself to sleep last night
A tear-soaked pillow screams that nothing goes right
But I know you'll survive a fall no matter the height

Your thoughts- so vicious and wild
You'll see your hopes and dreams get defiled
You're in a war; you'll find yourself all riled

Monsters lurking in the shadows‘ll jump at you
Your darkest nightmares old and new
Wherever the battlefield, I know you'll make it through

This is not just a physical battle
Your mind, your heart, your soul will rattle
You’ll hear your inner demons prattle

Prepare for your life's longest night
Prepare for an unrelenting fight
The bitter-sweet end will soon be in sight

Breathe deep, firmly hold your ground
Do not give in; do not, in your sorrows, get drowned
As you will go to where you are truly bound
Something undesirable happened today and I wrote this one to cope with it
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