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Jancen Sumalinog Poem
O my life! What a beautiful disaster it has become!
For the doses of my sunny days and starry nights grew numb,
And the sweet caress of my existence has partly succumbed.
It paralyzed me—as though my foresight had been overcome
By whispers creeping into my mind like an intruder's hum.
If I could depose the noisy image of my tomorrow,
Would it bring me silent war or peace amid the undertow?
How could I unfetter the finitude of my own window?
For my soul could barely perceive the playful tongue of a foe,
Or a friend's delightful persona behind an ugly show.
Yet I lament that the world has made its own foolish nickname
When filtered righteousness and glamorous deceit have enflamed.
On whom should I lean when moral transgressions take on their name?
Or should I wish to fly to the Heavens far from where I came?
For illusions seem true—and truth can be an elusive game.
Copyright © Jancen Sumalinog | Year Posted 2025
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My life feels like an undetached magnet.
I do run, yet I recoil and reset.
It's like addiction with no use of drugs,
Or a trap made by the users' warm hugs.
My dear Owner! Release me from this cage.
For I am sealed inside my own bondage.
Deliver me! Lift me up from this place
Of squalid magnets that do not efface.
Copyright © Jancen Sumalinog | Year Posted 2025
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Jancen Sumalinog Poem
In shadowed hollows where sunrays belay,
There I live—a seedless form that's clinging.
No scent embellishes my cold display.
Though in quietude, my soul's still singing.
My deep yearning in this gentle despair—
To bloom like a wild and fragrant flower,
To feel the sun's kiss and the placid air,
And bask in nature's resplendent shower.
Still, my fragile hope serenely abides
And my dream lies on my dampened presence.
Yet through the night, a strength within me strides
Unseen, while the world's in deep quiescence.
Perhaps this form keeps me truly unique;
A fern that's unlike other plants they've known.
Hence, my soul still stands vibrant at its peak:
Like a cryptogam, stemless yet I've grown.
Copyright © Jancen Sumalinog | Year Posted 2025
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My past was like a red balloon
It inflated yet burst too soon
The air dispersed without a boon
And it echoed my afternoon
My blissful days seemed like a cake
But sweetness became overbaked
The aftertaste could never slake
As moments were just underbaked
Yet days and nights remain my gift
Of life that brings lasting uplift
Even if candles fade and drift
My fire ignites through snowdrift
Though balloons may burst in distress
And cakes may unleash bitterness
My soul with Him dwells in wholeness
And my heart blooms forth in pureness
Copyright © Jancen Sumalinog | Year Posted 2025
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