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Goodbye, A Sweet Sorrow

June 16th, 2009 by literaryrecyclebin

with excerpts from Michelle Branch’s Goodbye To You

“Of all the things I believed in

I just wanna get it over with

Tears form behind my eyes but I do not cry

Counting the days that pass me by…”

I showed them my smiles

In those last days

I never showed the nights

When the rain fell

“Goodbye to you

Goodbye to everything I thought I knew

You are the one I love

The one thing that I tried to hold on to…”

This is truly goodbye

To all the special love

I tried to hold on for long

But the grip wasn’t strong enough

“It hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time

I want what’s yours and I want what’s mine

I need you but I’m not giving in this time…”

It is all or nothing

My heart, my inspiration, my passion

I want them all and need them all

I offer them now for sacrifice

“When the stars fall

I will lie awake

You’re my shooting star…”

Goodbye

I’d no more tears to cry

Just ink to spread out

I love you that it hurts…

April 10, 2009

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Seven Months

June 9th, 2009 by literaryrecyclebin

August,

Here is the start

A friend’s help felt

Happiness in the meeting of eyes

On the 31st

September,

Started with your day

Ceremony of Nightingale

Annoyed with the meaning of names

But forgiveness is the prize

October,

The dream performance

Where no one else watched

You sang for the Virgin

Wished for something that changed your life

November,

Want to know me better

Messages of the nurse

In SSC was memory

On the third was a poem

December,

‘Tis the brightest

Surprise for the first time

Comments, I wouldn’t believe

Conversations on the phone

January,

Still there, still you

Fabricated the perfect poem

In that piece, it was you

Confession was my plan

February,

Plan postponed

Did best as Hans

To wait was next

Some other time

March,

last month

last dance

rain fell

giving up

But the poem remains

More beautiful each day

This bag of memories

Stored in my depths

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Memoirs of a Frustrated Ilocana

November 22nd, 2008 by literaryrecyclebin

My nostalgia is in you, Ilocandia

I’m glad for being sown in your bosom

Ay ayatin ka, napintas nga balay

Your roof flew when i was asleep

You feasted in green and red when i woke

My heart contains your bagoong, tupig, and bibingka

My feet are stained with sand, white and gray

My hair flies with your wind…

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The Turtle’s Dream

November 4th, 2008 by literaryrecyclebin

This is a story about a turtle who dreamt of becoming a human being all because of one crazy reason. He wanted to experience drinking milk. He had been spotting a milk carton in the pantry parallel to his aquarium. He tried to get out of his habitat but his master always catches him & returns him to the water-filled glass block.

 

 

Eventually, the time came for his victory. While his master was on vacation, he, once again, crawled out of his habitat and, this time, he reached the nearest spot from the milk carton. After some time, at last, he got hold of the carton but because of his excitement, the milk carton fell from the pantry and onto the floor. The milk scattered. The turtle became so sad & desperate to drink milk that he then threw himself to the floor…..

The turtle did not die, don’t worry. In fact, he is now very happy. He absorbed the milk on the floor and realized that he is a stuffed toy. The aquarium he thinks is filled with water is actually a glass tray where his master puts all his beloved stuffed toys… mostly turtles…

 

 

 

 

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Turtle Part II

August 3rd, 2008 by literaryrecyclebin

It hurts to remain a turtle. People will still say I’m slow.
That I bring bad luck. That I function as a pet and a part of an exotic meal.
Never heard because I can’t utter a sound.

 

That I really don’t have a purpose.

 

It hurts to be ridiculed

Always used in that negative metaphor

No matter how I fight

It’s still the same

 

It seems like I’m boxed forever

In this empty cellar made for me

With features I will never lose

Forever will stay

 

I am still slow

I still carry my ugly shell on my back

I bring bad luck to the Chinese

 

But, sorry, folks,

 

I guess I’ll be crawling on

Your tombs before I die…

 

150 years or more,

Can any human beat that?

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Turtle

August 3rd, 2008 by literaryrecyclebin

They say I’m slow

But I don’t think so

 

Haven’t they seen the way I ran in race with the rabbit? I
was the one who won, right? I wasn’t slow. I was just wise. I fight no matter
what.

 

I fight.

No matter how heavy my burden is…

My shell is still there…

 Strong,
hard shell

It may look heavy

But it’s beautiful…

 

See the patterns, the lines, and the colors…

 

The Chinese says I bring bad luck

THE HELL I CARE ABOUT PEOPLE’S LIVES!!!

 

Like women, I am usually labeled

But like women, I am empowered too

I prove them wrong

I break the stereotype.

 

I am wise, I fight,

I am beautiful.

 

I am me.

 

A turtle.

 

What’s up with you? J

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Patata

June 9th, 2008 by literaryrecyclebin

In my eyes

You’re like a stereotype

Your function alone

Is to become french fries

You are washed from dirt

And peeled until gold

Sliced and…

sliced again

Now what she does

Is never the usual

She cubes you into pieces

I don’t know why

In my eyes

You’re still a stereotype

But to someone else

You may play different

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Newest Style

May 19th, 2008 by literaryrecyclebin

It may seem that all these things i’m doing right now are just products of my fantastic imagination wanting to escape from a harsh reality that this can’t be that, that there are things I really can’t control and that sticking to where I will be best…

But who cares?

this is just me.

Trying something new.

Wanna join?

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Invasion

December 6th, 2007 by literaryrecyclebin

When love invades,

It dictates

What you do,

What you think,

feel,

dream of,

eat,

drink,

see,

hear,

smell…

It isolates the world

To only a single corner

To only just ONE HELL OF A PERSON!

Why is it like that?

I just can’t understand.

Love seems so positive

But turns out to be negative at times.

Hate it. But it will still live.

Avoid it. But it will still remain.

When love invades,

It dictates

When you’ll live,

And when… and  on whose arms…

You’ll die…

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I Want to But I Can’t Tell Her

August 19th, 2007 by literaryrecyclebin

When I first saw you,

I didn’t know

Where you’re from

Where you’re going

You were able to speak

To this imprisoned heart

Days and months passed,

Real friends, we have become

You might be so far away

But you’re still here with me…

I want you to know

That I love you

I’ll never leave you

Alone…

Hug you so tight

Forever I’ll treat you right

I stare and kiss

When I look and find

Everything around here

Is a portrait of you alone.

And as my heart soars,

There’s something

Whispering, asking…

“When will these all be?”

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