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I liked you even before you got a girlfriend,
And somehow that's so much worse.
Because it's not just that you didn't want anybody
No, it's that I chose you and you chose her.
You wanted a relationship; you wanted a girl, just not me.
But I'll continue to like you even if you never break up,
Because that's how my heart works.
Stuck on the person I'm not allowed to love.
As much as I love you, we can never be.
I will lie, deflect, and pretend even if it suffocates me daily.
Because she will always be better for you compared to me,
I tell myself before I fall asleep or my brain will dream about the we that we could be.
I won’t say I hate you, I can’t.
I can’t say I love you, I won’t.
What I will say is,
If you only knew,
If you only knew how much pain, you’ve put me through.
If you knew how many times I’ve cried thinking of you.
Wanting and wanting to make our love story come true.
Knowing I will never be allowed to love and be loved by you.
Crying for hours, sick and tired.
Her, her, her, it echos inside my head.
I cry because the words “I love you” will never transpire.
“I don’t love him” I tell. No, I lie to myself while in bed.
I know I deserve more than the scraps I get right now,
But I can’t imagine my life without you,
And that desperate part inside of wonders, maybe we could work it out?
Because you know my moods, my hobbies and the real me, the one only a few do.
Maybe,
Oh, maybe,
One day.
Just maybe.
We could love.
Maybe,
Oh, maybe.
An old world united.
Attributes not known from the peace we campaigned.
Enforced into an unknown war we currently endeavour.
Utmost bower bird tactics, the uninvited dominantly proceed
From above, streams vibrations throughout every sense of our actualities.
Days follow nights accompanying collective conceptualisations.
Wanting correlative wants with downhearted, optimistic, realism.
Will I again feel wind or sunshine rays on my face?
What extant future awaits if triumphant?
Questions of an unrevealed fate retain minds insecurely occupied.
This dark establishment suffocates this uncertain future.
Artificial lights guide our way, breathing air amassed in dirt.
Youthful generations accept their existence as studious to no other.
Below the surface, we crusade to combat & reclaim.
Patience furthermore perseverance.
Determined, we manoeuvre to arise.
A NEW world united.
I glimsped back...
And caught you laughing upon me..
Is it some jokes you were making about me..
I peered at you perplexed...
For I just smiled to everyone and greeted you like a civilised being.
Didn't you notice?
I want to come to you and ask what is the joke?
Because I know not what you were mocking me about...
My dress..my bearing..my skills..my intelligence...
my maturity or my self confidence?
Is it my presence which suffocates you?
Or is that I'm too much for you?
Do not get stressed upon me...
Save your laughs for some healthy cause.
As I don't give a darn about such trivial emotions of girlish competition...
I'm not to be intimidated by your jeers..
You can't digest my presence in that forum..
You have still to grow up.
You are weak to ever cling to a clique.
Without it, you are nothing.
You ally with stupid beings like yourself,
Who can approve your emotions.
You have still to be educated by life.
A self made being has already learnt
To shed these unimportant things of life..
When she has struggled along her long journey,
Paving her way to her ambition
And achieve on her own.
I will come again in such gatherings as
I love people and like to socialize.
You won't deter me.
I'm above your base feelings of jeolousy.
Grow up my dears...gossip leaves me unscathed..
But it will surely kill you before age!!!
Joy seeps away
Hazy smog suffocates;
Madness bears fruits
~~~~~~~~~
Next holocaust
Breathless dying slowly;
Asphyxia mumbling
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So many lessons
Unlearnt spoilage;
Malicious intent
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Upside down world
Unscrupulous and greedy;
Exploits souls
~~~~~~~~~
Jigsaw puzzle:
Use things well,
Love people more
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Cash and carry,
Burn the fields;
What AQI?
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One world
Connected swirls;
Extreme pain hurls
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Use people huh?
Make more money;
Discharge smog?
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Ashy fragrance
Too much perfume;
No contrition
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Nature groans
Suffocated earth;
Mankind in crisis
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Humanity
Cruel predator;
Death comes slowly
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Leon Enriquez
26 October 2015
Singapore
Through the galleries of dreaming, where evening beads its somber pearls,
An echo of twilight suffocates discreetly across the plain towards eternal passing;
It floats, it floats over the velvet blackness seeking escape.
Ethereal sages, adorned with the silver of silence,
For their words did not shake the profound realm with comet darts, they
Reluctantly cast their shadow towards the pale star losing its gleam.
Brave ones of the setting time, in an epilogue heavy with longing for the lost morning,
Their shaken merits could frolic in the green pen of hope,
Cry out, cry out in the twilight of fascination that slumbers gently to a close.
Visions that have gathered and sung the turning of the day's sphere,
Have understood, as the hourglass flips, that their diligence slips into a sweet shadow,
Do not yield softly under the caress of the evening that drips.
Solemn entities, at the Rubicon of departure, signaling a mystery unveiled,
Ephemeral gazes could dance like shooting stars and wear the smile of life,
A charm, a charm against the dimming of light that timidly withdraws.
And you, patriarch of memory, lost upon the summit within the saddened sarcophagus of evergreens,
I implore you, now bind me with your crystalline tear the story.
Do not follow your course to the great silence that has unfurled its sails.
Dance, dance in the contradiction of the dark that swallows its own luminescence within.
the scent of karma is knocking on my door
an envelope written in an ink of sloppy hope for chance
what died in december has become faded by february
what wilted in winter is trying saturate in summer
i once saw you as fresh and festive
now i see you as blah and bland
what descended in december has now become fateful by february
what waned in winter is trying to simulate in summer
the smell in reciprocation is melting with rounded roof of my foundation
a note written in a lead of illegible wishes for opportunity
what desimated in december has become fodder in february
what wandered in winter is trying to serenade in summer
the influence of you was once rich in nutrients
now the simple issuance of you is now rotting in replusiveness
the humidity of you used to cool the all of my senses
now the frigidity of you only suffocates the fondest memories of what once was
Seasons have more reasons
to celebrate an innovative artist
who speaks in colorful dialects—
when abstract silence kicks in
and suffocates the petals dried
and left as bookmarks
within pages of the past.
I see the opalescent rays burst through
the ashen skies the day
the ink of your soul did flow
in fluorescent hues
across the faceless canvas of life.
You knew the synonymous metaphors
to calm rivers of raging riddles.
Your spirit is like
a supernova colliding in the night,
shining forth with lyrical light.
Words fail to glamorize how
you beautify my world.
You paint with brushstrokes of sincerity,
illuminating the void of vulnerability,
effortlessly curating compassion
with pristine pigments of empathy.
Today and always, I celebrate
the tulip stars that shimmer,
aligning constellations in favor,
to guide you to a poetic sphere
where thoughts splattered
in charcoal and gray
would flicker hope and peace
upon your aesthetic aura,
as time and space cannot steal
the lioness psyche which glows
like periwinkle confetti.
I thank the Universe for your
ethereal existence.
You turn the gloominess of midnights
into rainbow-rinsed radiance,
awakening the sleeping sun
to ascend and unravel
acrylic beams of blissfulness.
Dear Parents,
We know that you love us a lot,
But sometimes, all a child need is
A little understanding from your side.
Dear Parents,
Love should not feel like an obligation,
Like something we have to repay by being perfect.
We never want you to stay in pain for us.
We never want us to be the reason you swallowed your sorrows.
But every time you remind us,
It feels like a debt we can never clear.
Dear Parents,
When you fight, the walls tremble,
And so do the child within us,
The one who still hopes for a home
That feels like comfort, not a war field.
We do not want to pick sides,
We just want peace.
Dear Parents,
You tell the world we are great,
But have you ever asked if we want to be?
The weight of your pride suffocates us,
Turns our achievements into burdens.
You say you sacrificed everything for us,
But did you ever wonder
What it feels like to grow up watching love crumble?
Dear Parents,
We are not ungrateful,
But we are tired.
Tired of being the glue,
Tired of being the reason,
Tired of being seen, yet unseen.
Dear Parents,
We are your children,
And we love you a lot,
But we are also our own people.
And all we ask
Is to be allowed to breathe.
P e a c e is a language
spoken between
healing bougainvilleas
and bleeding begonias,
dripping dews of hope
through simple gestures~
like specks of sapphire dust
from stars sparkling
amidst bed-shaped clouds,
crawling through the horizon
many miles away,
stretching
beyond
the fogginess
that veils clarity,
stirring the
anchored odyssey
to sail through
twisted tides of turquoise,
facing the harshness of reality
like a mistress of
sky and sea~
u n b r e a k a b l e,
cloaked in opalescent shimmers…
Tonight, I feel the warmth of
inner light
rushing through
arteries swollen with angst,
for I am the dream
I’ve been chasing~
through the greyest of rays,
oblivious to the bluest blur
within violet haze,
lost in the coldness of
wicked waves
whistling woeful verses
to the sun that rests
in the arms of the marine nest.
Let me be the serenity
you inhale
when your heart
feels like a secluded vessel.
Let me be the solace
to midnight melancholy,
when darkness is
the comfort of a duvet
where
nightingales croon.
Let me float like
the softness of feathers
as I wish upon
unseen jewels of twilight,
for I will rise and soar
like a phoenix,
reborn in flames of fortitude,
allowing pain to be
the prompt
when ink suffocates in
a casket of
deceased dahlias
embalmed with
dulcet desires.....
I am the aura
of a waltzing wildflower,
rooted in the soul of your garden
blooming with graceful gladiolus
still soaked in the scent
of sun-kissed sands
homing everlasting evergreens...
and you
will f o r e v e r
be my 3 a.m. prose~
the peace I embrace in your absence,
when sleep is
a mere forgotten rhyme...
I know you don't want to hurt
or even disappoint
me
And I know you don't want to hurt
yourself.
Yet still your shame
and self-blame hurt
Your self-judging
punishing closet frame
suffocates our transparent life
my caring curiosity craves,
and mutual vulnerability
our sharing courage braves.
Addiction to feeling happy
is not free
and connected to sensory satisfaction
nor to ego significant gratification
and certainly does not feed natural
and water spiritual
bilateral wealth
of healthy feeling transubstantiation,
Which, as you know,
I also recognize as body and mind healthy
choice transformation voices.
Before you even small ego-voice object,
I also recognize you may feel natural
v spiritual choice
has nothing to do with driving off
without "goodbye,
see you safely soon."
If no physically tolerable choice
of resources to feed serotonin
and water dopamine,
I know, from years of isolated,
neglected depressive experience,
how frightening loss of lonely
yet sufficient ego-powered control
can feel chronic lack of thrival.
Speaking not of win/win choice,
but inside swatting interminable win/lose Voice
never still
until you self-shame
and blame
hiding hurts
and unfree frames
us both,
unhappy you,
not Here,
And me
loving EarthNatured
EgoSpirited enough for Us,
not yet togathered Now
Still worrying
what will voiceless nonchoice happen
disempowered There
and unenlightened Then
'til suddenly Amen
Our silently uninvited
apartheid End.