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Voiceless

                                                     (Photo By: Artematizando)   Am I the only one who thought  this could be possible For years we have been together Since everything is under the dusky room Yet you rain the joy upon my silent days Friend of yours with hidden admiration You don’t know how lovely you are There may be a denial act That you won’t believe to my undertone voice Giving in may not be the choice Instead I take … Continue reading Voiceless

Weary Eyes

(Photo By: Ashraf Ed) How could a body- Possibly linger with a detriment; When it carries the bottle alone- Filled with unheard sentiments. And time won’t stop Till something’s gotta give; Merciless touch by life- A broken soul, you couldn’t forgive. You want to be as alive As the colors-refusing to die; Despite there are no tears- Left to cry. Feel free to visit my old poems or simply follow  rarepoet.wordpress.com for more underrated yet meaningful pieces ahead. Continue reading Weary Eyes

Unto The Future (II)

(Photo By: Foster Huntington) Take a moment- Spread your wings; Let’s see what life- Could possibly bring. With eyes closed- Taking a preposterous leap, May seem a delicate touch- Ending in a void deep. It’s always been- A living gamble; To dwell in a comfort zone- Or bear the risk at your own stumble. Pt. 2 Feel free to visit my old poems or simply follow  rarepoet.wordpress.com for more underrated yet meaningful pieces ahead.   Continue reading Unto The Future (II)

Damsel Tamaraw (III)

(Photo By: Eccedentesiast) Stuck between my fantasy- And what is Real; And here I am-defying- Hiding inside a shallow feeling. Noticing every photo of hers On a virtual way- Talking to screen; In despair-wishes that haven’t seen Calling for attention- End with a decent conversation. To tell you’re something by far- How truly beautiful you are; I wrote this song for clear cause- She is you that I adore on purpose. Feel free to visit my old poems or simply follow  rarepoet.wordpress.com for more underrated yet meaningful pieces ahead. Continue reading Damsel Tamaraw (III)

Damsel Tamaraw (II)

(Photo By: gardarolafsphotography) Wishing upon broken stars- Enabling its lights; Looking at someone through a screen- Longing an idol that I haven’t seen. So I’m up for dreams- A fantasy as it seems: Raining within my mind A thought of you by far- How untouchable you are. How my lonely hours were killed by the ornamental flowers; your beauty as deep as snow- I am dying to know. Feel free to visit my old poems or simply follow  rarepoet.wordpress.com for more underrated yet meaningful pieces ahead. Continue reading Damsel Tamaraw (II)

Damsel Tamaraw

(Photo By: Ashraf Ed) How my eyes couldn’t forget- Endlessly, to someone I haven’t met. Long hair with colorwood shade at the tip- Lavish smile, priceless asset you keep; Outrageous, dusky skin. So you might haven’t known A stranger from afar, the unknown, Running-chasing a vision; And by virtual screen, it simply remains- Holding a thought of you within my brain. Feel free to visit my old poems or simply follow  rarepoet.wordpress.com for more underrated yet meaningful pieces ahead. Continue reading Damsel Tamaraw

Ultimate Oath

The poets stand- Before the ocean; With lips remain closed- But brains are always open. In every breathe- Comes from the mouth; A word would always tread- Among weary hearts without a doubt. An ultimate weapon- An ink, a pen; To serve as a safest gun- To revive the dead again. Feel free to visit my old poems or simply follow  rarepoet.wordpress.com for more underrated yet meaningful pieces ahead. Continue reading Ultimate Oath

The Writer’s Oath

Waiting for the swarm- Longing for the warm; I’ve bound all the words- Now waiting-to be heard. Waiting to be heard? Waiting to be appreciated? Waiting for a recognition? Perhaps it doesn’t work like that. Though some couldn’t relate- It’s not an excuse to depreciate; Even if only few could stand- My words will always scatter like sand. Only for the people- Who stand tall on my art; My word will always come by- To every beat of your heart. Feel free to visit my old poems or simply follow  rarepoet.wordpress.com for more underrated yet meaningful pieces ahead. Continue reading The Writer’s Oath

Misguided Sleep

(Photo By: Eccedentesiast)   You’ll always be mine- Amidst darkness-a dream of pawn; When the daylight ascends- You would be gone by dawn. No matter how much force- To capture her like a sand; It leaks out just as her heart burrows- A touch will never be in your hands. No longer welcome- Either in front of porches or doors; It’s like a hope you’ve kept for yourself- That it’s not truly yours.   Feel free to visit my old poems or simply follow  rarepoet.wordpress.com for more underrated yet meaningful pieces ahead. Continue reading Misguided Sleep