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Featured Poet: Guile Canenz |
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I am darkness. I blacken everything I touch. I am sin. I stain people's lives. I am sadness. I weep at your celebrations. I am fault. The blame is all on me. But you, You were loved. |
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My life is like a storm-- chaotic, without any purpose. I struggle everyday to weave meaning in what I see. Oftentimes, the sole comfort harvested is that thought that I am not alone. Other souls, perhaps fumbling as I am, may have thought the same in their unending search for solace. My only hope that we-- humans as we all are--frail, could sculpt enough strength to understand life, however unsuccessfully. Perhaps this act of hoping is the beginning. But to what end?.. Destiny, with your smile, may we all find out before we lose what's left of our humanity. |
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There's a certain strand of joy missing in your smile today, A certain kind of peace which not so long ago seemed to remain in your face forever. And I can't help but wonder-- what pains your heart now? Would it bear any comfort if I told you everything is alright? even though it never is? But it will be, it always does. Nobody will ever know how deep the river you're wading in now, how dark the path you're walking-- All I can tell you is that you are not alone-- Look, the sun shines for you-- Listen, the winds sing for you-- Know, the stars weep for you-- And I amongst them --weeping as you weep --dying as you are dying, Inside your heart--how I wish I could meet you there and embrace you.. even for just a moment to restore that certain strand of joy, that certain kind of peace. |
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On
my way to work, I Was
riding a jeepney. When
the jeepney reached the Asilo
orphanage, A
certain teenage pair Were
standing on the stop, Amazingly
smiling Despite
the unusual Heat
brought by the city Twilight.
As my jeepney Skidded
to a halt on The
pavement, the pair kissed, Quite
casually—I thought— Even
unmindful of The
busyness of the Day,
the pollution of Modernity,
and the Noise
of street caroling— Courtesy
of homeless And
otherwise sheltered, Misguided
youth. And the Girl—probably
three years Younger
than me—pretty And
angelic—strutted Or
ran (or did she skip?) To
the jeepney, boarding With
her sister (or was She?)
looking really flushed. And
there was Me—envious, I
can’t believe it and I
don’t even know why. I
continued hating Me
the entire fucking Jeepney
ride. It was a Bad
day at the office. Damn. |
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