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Broken Wings

BROKEN WINGS

I spread my wings
And feather
But I couldn't fly.

I open my ears
And heart
Yet I couldn't hear.

I open my mouth
And lips
But I couldn't talk.

I close my eyes
Alongside thine sunglasses
Yet I see.

I see my past 
And fears
I take to the wood.

My obstacles,
Experiences I espy
I take my leave and the halt.

I'm eager to fly
Yet, my wings are broken.

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Are They Evils

Are they evils?
Human that eats animals for survival,
Shark who eats his own skin and the
Night eating up the blue skies
Are they all evils?

Are they cruel?
Fishes that eat worms,
Lions that hunt deers and
the wolf who chases its 
wandering prey,
So as to feed its empty stomach
Please! Bring me closer to their cruelties. 

Before day breaks 
the night hunting victims; who knows?
Is the sun to be blamed for the sleepy crescent.

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Letter To My Beloved Celine

Honestly, I wasn't fine,
I told a lie.
I knew you won't stand the veracious
Of my suffering, that's why I lied.
Many lies I've told;
I said that I'm placid and cool, when I'm far from good.
All that I told you was "having a wondrous night sleep" 
when I hardly take a nap.
All my smiles and outer feelings were big disguise.
I couldn't tell you any of them- knowing you 
Won't stand the chance of seeing my wrecked heart 
tearing apart before you.
I love the memories we shared, so I wouldn't let 
A dim blacken a bit of it.
I'm enchant soul you couldn't see me bleeding
I didn't plan to leave you this way because, the life 
I promised you was as luxury as Nua's garden
But sorry I had to go.
Dear Celine, recent me as far as you could because to you
I have done many wrongs, but Have a miraculous and 
transcendent moments with our babies.
Please bear with me my beloved Celine.

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If Only I Can Turn Back Time

If only I can turn back 
The time,
I will gladly do. And 
rewrite the love letter 
I gave to you, beside the beach 
where we had our last  
and final kisses. 
If only I knew soon enough that 
everything would quickly turn
a ho-hum sea,
My worries; I would have 
set ablaze
And hold you, so tight, 
in thine arms.

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The Black Lady

-Oft it did happen in the old age
when blacks were not counted fair enough
to entice sterile yellow and white colors
Or if they were, merit hadn't been given to blacks.

_But now it's black beauty's sequet heir
Nature has been kept apace
Underneath our once blued skys
Truly, a sweat beauty hath no name.

Henceforth, my mistress' eyes are pitch-black 
Her beauty; a key to sparkling smile,
Her lips were fairly pink and her hair so suited, 
they all smark, and no beauty lacks.

love is too young to know what beauty is.
Yet, who knows not beauty is born of love?
Love is unwanted grasses that grows in the 
Mind of a novice soul, then bloom rapidly.

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A Child Within

A CHILD WITHIN

What you see in me
Is absolutely what I am.
In me; there's a man yet a child
An outer-man; I am, but
a child within.

Seeing a little demon 
Yeah, I'm full of images
Somewhat blury-    and 
A bigger jack you might think of me
Both are adjectives yet nouns
you've got a perfect illusions so.

In me; there are voices 
Cruel and balmy 
They sometimes don't 
portray me but
They are me and
 I'm them.

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It's Just a Poem

It's just a poem 

Oft I write about heartbroken,
When I haven't gone through one.
How luxury and beautiful love could be; I scribed, 
but never been loved with the nature so spectacular. 
It's just a poem, only a poem. 

Introvert I Am, in reality. My worries; an unspoken sea,
But in papers a well known outspoken writer.
Never for once have I ever taste a kind and honey moonlight 
But I give almost all of it with my pen so sacred. 
It's just a poem, only a poem. 

Often I impersonate voiceless and poor
Their worries, sorrows I tell them to the world 
When nobody ever touched the wound so 
Suited as mine.
All, a poem- just a poem.

Birthday wishes in my ink so reside
When nobody knows my natal day.
I dodge the snow and the Muse
But they always find me. Why?
It's just a poem, only a poem. 

I drizzle the worldly mirrors,
When nobody knows what I look like.
My poetry, a motivation 
Whilst noone cares to motivate me.
It's just a poem, Only a poem.