longing

Through the jungle

Through the jungle, through the dark

Boi, I love you heart to heart.

 

Know you not,

But I want you a lot.

 

Will wear your mark,

Let's build a perfect arc

- like sunshine

On a stormy sea.

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Brand New

Fear and terror

hopes and dreams

a smile so bright

and aspirations so right

stiching together the seams

of a brand new life.

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Rendezvous

You linger in the scent of

Midnight...

Soaked in your presence

And absence...

Where you laid left

Lasting warmth...

In these longing arms,

Tender hands...

I wait patiently for another

Morning...

When my soul melts in

Yours like water...

Once again.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

-(c) angeljerlin 

20/Sep/2014
12:39 am

Nueva Ecija, Philippines

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A Baby Again

I want to be in your arms forever,
Resting my head on your lovely chest
I want to be a baby again
In your warm cuddle and embrace

Author's Notes/Comments: 

...to my love.

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Heart Ache

Folder: 
Heart Break

My heart aches everynight I cry myself to sleep, When I have the thought that you aren't mine to keep. 

My heart aches every morning my notifications are baron, and so are my arms. All I can do is keep caring for your attitude and your charms.

Everytime I hear a bird coo, or when I even put on my shoe, all I can think of is how

My Heart Aches For You.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Cherish them while they're still there.

The Bouttonniere and Corsage

Folder: 
Poems

I'm walking by a place,

A place that has lost its reason to walk by.

Now I look at it with a somber face and a heavy heart.

I do recall the times i was here,

the joy and cause I had to visit here.

But its not those reasons that make me low.

Not the nostolgiac talks or even the cause of the past that weighs on my soul.

It is the joy of then, and lack of it now that brings me low.

The smiles that were, the smiles that aren't and smiles that could have been

The smiles that could have been.

 

Now instead I walk falsely,

to make light of what weighs heavy.

To make light of what weighs heavy.

I hold my head a little higher, stand a little straighter,

work a little harder; work a little too hard.

Joke a little more, laugh a little louder and smile,

Smile a little too much.

To make light of what weighs heavy at the place I'm walking by.

Dreaming of Reality

Folder: 
Haiku

Go to sleep and dream.

Wake up because of your dream.

Continue to dream.


Nothing is real.

Why can't it just be real.

Help me be real.

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Bad Habits (day 27)

I keep showing up on

your doorstep when you’re

not home

 

I try to thread our web of

memories through a

needle that’s too small

 

I keep gazing

through gaps in the

cape you’ve thrown over

your shoulders so I

can’t touch you again

 

I laugh so

often but I can’t see

myself crying for anything

but you

 

I try to redraw our fading

photograph on so many different

kinds of paper until

my fingers are raw and

bleeding

 

I wake at the

exact minutes I remember

something happening, like

11:19.05, the almost magic in the

water that night

 

I almost hold your

flaws higher than

your perfections, but then

I can’t remember either of

them, just the

way you looked

at me

 

I keep

forgetting that

your address has changed when I

want to send

you letters and

spoonfuls of time

 

I nurse my bad

habits because I

don’t know how

to give them away

 

I keep

forgetting that

you don’t own me anymore

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 8/27/16

Bad habits

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tags:

Ascendancy

Folder: 
Hand Written
"To think, 
back when I had asked
the exhausted man looking back,
eyes bloodshot, 
 
cheeks lined with scruff,
sweat on brow,
mr. mirror, who are you? 
Why are you here?
 
To think, 
years ago, barely alive,
that five more since then
I'd be sitting in this chair, 
 
typing away like I once did,
amid all the vivid scenes
that replay in my head,
when I could be dead,
 
instead flit the pen,
the flutter it dances across the page,
signing
not my life away,
 
but my name,
in another book,
the fifth,
the poetry that has kept me alive,
 
kept me going,
from the time I wanted to die,
words spinning for no reason
to now,
 
hard to believe 
that perhaps destiny
kept me writing,
and I have succeeded.
 
Not in making it big,
not in making money,
but making art.
Five years apart."
Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's been a while! Please stay tuned for what's next! (Serious, this time!)