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Angeles Basquina Poem
I was once being imprisoned by vengeance,
Thinking and doing things to make everything even.
I was once being punished by revenge,
Thinking and doing things against myself.
The trajectory of my thoughts goes the same direction,
Travels its target according to plan,
Whether or not to think and act bad.
Then suddenly, it took the decided location.
A decision that is irrevocable.
Inevitable things wandered my mind,
I do deserve blessings? Do I deserve success?
Even if my inspirations were my hatred and selfishness?
I was dancing through the fire of guilt,
Acting like a hero of my own fantasies and illusions,
Hearing the deafening screams of my darling heart which I burn
For no apparent good reason but to full the hunger soul of my dark shadow.
I played my own rhythm,
In a song with no melody and out of tune,
Then sadness and loneliness were become my friends.
I bothered when I saw my heart turned into blue.
Catastrophe is what I embraced.
Oceanic anger is what I felt.
Death is what I forcibly demanded.
I saw myself amidst the hourglass, asking for help.
Thousands of people heard my voice,
But only one person rescued.
He filled the hole of my heart.
He cleaned my retaliating mind.
I was once being imprisoned by vengeance,
But I see the light of truth, and then I was accepted.
I was once punished by revenge,
But I feel love more than it, and then I paid no debt.
Copyright © Angeles Basquina | Year Posted 2016
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Angeles Basquina Poem
It was night when I saw you in my dreams
Dreams that shattered into pieces
Pieces of our memories and hearts
Hearts that seems so tired to follow our rules.
The scorching sun at noon burnt my soul
Soul that lied and cheated amidst your honesty
Honesty that once part of you and me together
Together, in any parts of this whole wide world is nowhere to be found.
Everyone wakes up in the morning of bliss
Bliss which means sorrow
Sorrow of every single mistake I've done to you
You whose love, patience and care matches no one that I am longing until now.
I am now staring at the moon.
Moon that reminds me as a fragile
Fragile person should blame no one but myself
Myself who made an unquote promise to a woman I lost forever.
Copyright © Angeles Basquina | Year Posted 2016
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Angeles Basquina Poem
I was pierced!
My heart that first time fell in love to a woman of my dream
beyond all doubts, took no shame of any humiliations
But I, who accepted her, felt the unbearable pain of sharpest sword of lie.
I was bruised!
My heart that once promised honesty, loyalty and pure love
Amidst all hope, still vindicated and tainted by sadness.
I, who did everything to make her happy asked nothing but paid by unhealing wounds.
I was shattered!
A guy who thought of an unending bliss all turned into ashes.
And now, faking and fooling myself of how I mistakenly cross the wrong bridge.
Who dream fantasy but now dwelling in my darkest abyss of first heartbreak.
Copyright © Angeles Basquina | Year Posted 2016
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