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love consumes and mends
the broken places in my life
Anneteiku May 2016
An oblivious future
And a cynical heart
A spark of hope
And a joy of an answered prayer
A moments of love
And mending of its broken pieces
An answer I can't seem to find
A hatred knocking on my way
A light that shutter all the darkness
A chance to be renewed
And gaining a new heart
A choice and its consequences
A learning for each mistakes
And His faithfulness throughout May
Sally A Bayan May 2016
Have You Ever-

felt the blazing sun too hot, it ****** your skin?
then, suddenly, falls a downpour of raindrops so thin.


Have you ever
seen steam rise from hot surfaces doused by the rain?
have your hands, ever
let go of a hot plate, or a hot pan due to burns and pain?

Have you ever
stopped to think and wonder
why...........why
when so inspired
your flow of rhymes
in midstream, suddenly dies?

Have you ever
reached that point, where
the minutes, hours,
days, weeks, months of each year,
where...every breath you take,
is wasted waiting? And for your sake,
every drop of patience...you manage to imbibe,
and then you fight, every struggling second in your life.

Have you ever felt.....a brokenness
a spreading...widening blackness?
numbed you in the heat; in the cold, you almost froze
your lips do bleed...but no one sees, til they're too close
because, you cover them with bright colors...for show
you bear no signs of belligerence      
your pained moans and screams of resistance,
............................fall,
and get lost in a dark abyss...a  huge hole
...you open your mouth...
and, like a wind that howls....you shout,
in that immeasurable depth, your voice glows, like embers,
yet, nobody knows...it's you, who always remembers.

You, are soaking wet...tap water continues to pour
bath tub overfills with stained, pained water all over the floor
the anesthetized edges of your brokenness, now cooled...softened,
go down the drain, and there, they get to be unfettered,
they flow out of your system, these bottled feelings;
even a brief moment of break...of freedom,
should be appreciated...

Have you ever thought of gratitude?


Sally


Copyright May 21, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Have You Ever Seen The Rain?
(by Creedence Clearwater)


Someone told me long ago
There's a calm before the storm,
I know; it's been coming for some time.

When it's over, so they say
It'll rain a sunny day,
I know; shining down like water.

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
Coming down on a sunny day?

Yesterday, and days before,
Sun is cold and rain is hard,
I know; been that way for all my time.

'Til forever, on it goes
Through the circle, fast and slow,
I know; it can't stop, I wonder.

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
Coming down on a sunny day?

Yeah!

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
Coming down on a sunny day?
ji Apr 2016
is hidden in the lungs of a lover
who lost himself                          
in the war of keeping his love;  
in  his tears yet to stream his cheeks,  
over the carcass of the only dead soldier  
that is his own heart.                                    

And the coldest, most macabre ******
lies between the partition of the lips    
of the one who left-- willingly.    
No good-byes.                                
No apologies.          
Just plain frigid fingers          
that smell like heartbreak.        

This is the epic unwritten in history,
unseen in televised documentaries;
partly because of its gruesome morbidity,  
and partly of its awful simplicity.                
A traceless killing:                                          
no blood,                            
no stains,                            
no weapons,                      
just lies.                              
Seamless all from the start--                        
just one mangled heart.
Sally A Bayan Mar 2016
(10w)

.....all my cysts
  ................of brokenness
..............................i'm glad,
             ........................................they're all benign...


Sally

Copyright February 14, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Mica Kluge Mar 2016
There are cracks
in everything.
They might not
be obvious,
But they're there.

Rocks and caves
have cracks,
And those cracks
admit light.

In the exact
same way,
People have cracks.

You won't always
see them,
But they're still
there, anyway.

Beautiful people have
their cracks,
because the cracks
let light
Into their souls.

The light shines
out again,
Broken souls illuminating
the world.
Sayuri143 Nov 2011
I purchase fantasy and found you here with me indeed,
The fruit of bitter lies rot, now new love is fermented.
You and I were alone in the cold damp night's remedy,
Your love devour pain as your embrace swallowed my body,
You open your lips and I imbued your thirst with kisses,
So you pull me close to your heart leaving no spaces.
We conquer the silent night with warmth and sweet moaning sound,
Thus, now 'til eternity we're inextricably bound.
Titillating blend of faithfulness and superb passion,
Was the adamant pillars of our untainted union.
Their rude jealousy ain't gonna shake and cause us trouble,
For in this night full of fiery love we're immovable.

With your bare body close to mine I whisper,
"Honey let me sleep this way forever,
' don't want to wake up in painful reality,
                                                     never!"
Sayuri143 Oct 2011
SEA
I saw the vast size of the sea,

A replica of inf'nite tears i hide in me.

For smile's a mere facade of agony

swallowing my sanity slowly.



I saw the vast size of the sea,

Same size of my love for you i once carry.

But it's such an angelic dagger i insanely

struck into my own eyes and it blinded me.



I saw the vast size of the sea,

With maelstrom pain gnashing at me.

Now i know happiness 's such a vague illusion

that i blindedly gaze upon with desperation.



I saw the vast size of the sea,

With raging waves coming to crush over me.

With great fear i look above and found light

He whispered and the vast size of the sea

                              vanished from my sight.
God is our savior.
The immediacy of the ambulance turned speech into stone,
  and the gyratory red and blue which is still unknown to me
  grips with bewilderment.

Passing your decrepit home in Santolan. The slovenly lawn
that welcomes an oncoming figure, sometimes I.

The love will stay there,
deep into its sepulcher – fingers of grass sprawl in arbitraries;
answers unknown to ourselves, questions leaving
themselves carefully placed in irrefragable order,

the brooding future that strides a fugitive,
straining our place – the warmth of its absence
oblivious to us like a pretend fireside casting shadows, aslant,
on any figure trivial to us.

we begin to shiver in the blue of night, darkening around us.
the moss-grown silence securing its station somewhere unseen,
but felt,

like this individual morning.
ji Jan 2016
I am he
   who blistered and
   purpled his aching
   fingers, upon playing
   the saddest, dissonant
   melodies out of
   his old, untuned
   guitar, whose strings
   of somber used-to-be's
   he ceaselessly strummed
   and plucked under
   the dullest starless
   night sky; and
   sing of his
   weeping heart the
   poetry of melancholy
   notes half-composed.

It is me--
   the lone guitarist
   on broken avenue
   who never stopped
   playing his love
   song of rue
   since you left--
   whose only lyrics
   is your name
   and your words
   he dearly kept.
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