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Shiki Remindio Poem
Slowly it slithers
Aquamarine tears appear
Nature's life begins
Copyright © Shiki Remindio | Year Posted 2009
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Shiki Remindio Poem
They asked me what I wanted
For they would bestow it to me
But to be unambiguous in what I wanted
I wanted a yellow house
Painted in canary yellow
With a neat white trim all over.
With the most triangular angularity
Painted in the queerest brightness of white
In the front wall was to be a huge window
The most mammoth window
Carefully frosted
Depicting a grand piano of majestic magnitude
I would be in there playing, playing, playing
I would be in there playing, playing the piano
All of this would be perched on a biggest hill
The brightest green hill
The brightest yellow sun
All shining down upon me
As I play my piano
I acquired what I wanted
But forgot the tell them
I want friends to play with too
I want people to talk to too
But I forgot
I forgot the necessity of those
To talk to
Human relationships
I had a yellow house
Neatly painted a canary yellow
With white trim all over
With a roof of the most triangular angularity
Painted the queerest brightness of white
With a huge frosted window
With a great black, grand piano
All on top of the greenest, grassiest hill
All wrapped up for me
But for miles and miles
All around me
No one was there to talk to
All around me was the greenest, grassiest grass
Shining from the buttery sun
They even gave me beautiful flowers
But
They gave me
No one
To talk to
I sat there playing, playing, playing
My heart out
No one was there to hear it
Except the yellow house
The uncharted world outside
I would give
The yellow house
With all the white trim
With all the perfectly angular roof
With the frosted window
With the great piano
With the buttery sun
With the grassy hill
With the blue sky
Just for some company
Copyright © Shiki Remindio | Year Posted 2010
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Looking though
the looking- glass
peering, wondering
when will this end?
Duplicates swirling without hindering
my imagination
the colors, fox trotting
across my eyes
When the mountains laugh
their belated laugh
and when the birds cry
their distressing warbles
will the looking- glass mystery
ever
end?
Copyright © Shiki Remindio | Year Posted 2009
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Shiki Remindio Poem
The rain spurs in lights
Its illumination in
a multitude here
Copyright © Shiki Remindio | Year Posted 2009
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Shiki Remindio Poem
Captured by the craze
The shock of the rebounding wave
the body is taken to the grave
ding dong ding dong
what am I doing here?
The convoluted state of where I am
the howling of
the insane
I wrap my scant shawl
around my shoulders
shiver
and remember my wrongdoings
has it lead to this?
have I done something wrong?
I hate this hell
an apparent way in
with no way out
my hands are on the perspiring window
It shatters in my hands
the multitude of shards
embedded in my hands
Despite the pain I smile
Through my bewilderment
I clutch the shards,
proof of my pain,
proof of my existence
proof of my offering
I see
a silhouette
outside my broken window
I reach out and try to grab
that cloth in reach
Dissolves into dust
and slips
through my fingers
I dispose my sorrows
and trudge on
Throughout the sorrows
the pain
the abashing, abashment, addling, agitation, befuddlement of a maze
I'm shrouded and I'm closed.
The brilliance there I can't see
the misery that I should face
Anger
Confusion
Hatred
Despair
poverty
chaos
aren't they the same?
Condemnation
revenge
enraged
anxiety
is this another labyrinth of bewilderment?
Lonely
heartless
alone
forsaken
spurn
shun
will I always be alone?
This livid maze that never seems to have a limitation
but I
feel a passion
I behold the coruscation of the stars
and the moon and sun caress
the flowers bloom with an allure
yet I die
it is
Heaven within hell.
Copyright © Shiki Remindio | Year Posted 2009
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At first when I met him, I was captivated for him
That red string that had entwined us never did end
I exposed every single fragment of me, all my limbs
I strived strenuously to get that red string to rend
You whispered to me that your aim was the impeccable one
Instead I had to pull the plug
I was captivated with my hoarse voice the burnt setting sun
The encased ice I wished were snug
Do you recall those days when we were friends
Then came the those other variables of confusion
Remember all those roads with bends
With you, it seemed as if everything were an illusion
Now I have to let go for it makes me ache
I. too late, finally solved that you were a fake
Copyright © Shiki Remindio | Year Posted 2010
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A new fresh linen hangs on my line
I stray from that tasks that generate jaded tears
with my bare toes I trace a fine vine
the taunting that I bear from my peers
Behold your very eyes
the king has come to tide
he looks as if he has come from Bise
the noble horse that he rides
overcomes him and snickers in laughter
Next in the line of overcoming laughter
strides in a jester full of poise
does not ponder of what comes after
streaming unbanned is levity for all the young girls and boys
The final visage that enlightens the venturesome parade
is a conductor with no orchestra in tow
an orchestra in his vast mind, the nonsensical tirade
hitching his fine tailcoats while riding a sow
My eyes waver back from the haziness that there was
it was all a dream
an
Alice
in
Wonderland?
Copyright © Shiki Remindio | Year Posted 2010
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Listen, so you hear
the whisper of the peer
Listen, so you hear
me telling of my fears
Listen, do you hear
the cry of a bawling child
Listen, do you hear
the caresses of the stripling
Can you hear?
Are we truly deaf?
perhaps
the populace
become stone deaf
to others' sufferings
the marionettes
sway in the breeze
can you see?
The flowers bloom alluringly with a heavy incense
that hangs in the air
can you smell?
Savor all the rest
Cast out the rest
yet, miss out on the rest.
Life
Death
Hate
Love
Do we feel?
Copyright © Shiki Remindio | Year Posted 2009
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Call me Invisigirl
Alone and lonely
Eight and nine
Don’t pay attention
To her
Make her angry
Make her pout
But most of all make her doubt
Too bad she’s already gone
And doesn’t realize it.
Copyright © Shiki Remindio | Year Posted 2012
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Long, long ago
There was a princess
So lonely
so kind
she decided that she wanted a brother
She looked into the mirror,
thus her brother was created
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I promise to serve you forever into the dark
No matter what happens to you, my Lark
Even if you tell me to take my lover's life
a knife
I promise not to love anyone else again
or I shall be slain
by myself
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No matter how warped you are
No matter how far
I will follow
With my warped eyes
My mangled face
I shall forgive and forget
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Even so, who knew if that mirror was a boy?
It may have been anyone
A Figment of imagination
that was tossed and folded
read over and over
until it
bent with overuse
Who knew?
The princess may have been a prince
Identity is not always important
when you don't know if
you are you
who is that?
Who is who?
The questions tumult again,
over and over
using the same
nocturns
Maybe, might I?
Who am I?
the mirror image questions...
Who am I? What purpose do I have?
Do not question
who you are
you were born to serve,
born to be
a slave
Nothing more
Nothing less
not even born
just... created
A mob comes wanting to overthrow her.
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"sister,
let us change clothes.
I am your twin,
your brother,
your lover.
They can't tell.
I live for you,
only for you.
I promise to live for you and
protect you."
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The guillotine was sharp
cold
unforgiving.
My sorrow forever
My brother
My love
Dissipates
into the wind.
WHERE DID YOU GO?!
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Clutching
the
invisible
warmth
left
on
her
hands.
Copyright © Shiki Remindio | Year Posted 2009
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