Mi Unico Poema
He was never in my poems;
till he became
the only poem I write.
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Face Away
Your face, I breathed in;
till it consumed my being...
you suffocate me.
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In Uncertain Sea
As the waves danced through,
I think of my love for you...
swaying, wavering.
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Life or Death
I asked him what's the best thing
to choose: life or death.
He whispered 'death'.
And so I shot him;
not because he chose another...
but because he was MY LIFE.
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Borrowed Euphoria
Your hand-
I touched your hand,
so good it felt with mine;
unnatural, I could but smile.
But no...
your hand belongs to someone else
I could just but let go.
It belongs not
to me.
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It's Not That I Love You
Never talk about reasons...
never ask how much;
immeasurable are my feelings
beyond reasons one can understand.
It's not that i love you...
it's just that i love to love you more...
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Trapped
I was weaving the web I call MY LIFE
till you came, in the heat of the flame,
I melted in your eyes.
You caught my heart and held my breath
till I found myself trapped
in the web I weaved I now call MY DEATH.
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Wasted Blood
She wasted her blood
just to be another's dream...
another's life...another's strength;
gave something which she never had
just to be another's dream...
another's joy...another's love.
Now she crawled on her
own wasted blood.
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Sweet Reverie
In reflecting mirrors I see
-little angels
running, turning,
laughing, playing,
dancing, singing,
swinging, sliding;
their halos bouncing;
their smiles radiating
in every corner of your eyes-
a glimpse of eternity.
3September2012
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A Worn-out Repertoire
Tired of hearing
the monologue of my head;
consuming every thought,
corroding every memory,
repressing every chance
of hearing another melody,
uttering another name.
Your name:
a repeating monologue
I could not replace.
3September2012
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