
'Love after life'
From the poetry collection "I’ve Lived 100 Lives, and I’ve Died 200 Times."
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From the poetry collection "I’ve Lived 100 Lives, and I’ve Died 200 Times."
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Slivers of morning catch In morning dew. Sleep-encrusted eyes Gaze up adoringly at you. Your hair, a nest where I can Make a home, And your skin, I trace Like…
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Full of heartache's song and insipid cries, Thus mine love in forlorn chambers lie. Never daring to rouse and awake within, Accepting of bleak, morose,…
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Of sunsets, kisses, and whispered words, This love unravels its strands and unfurls. Branching out and reaching my heart, Unbearing, unaccepting of worlds…
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Green canopies and orange sunlight, A beacon for Eros' arrows of might, And within the eye of gentle morn, A spark of perfection, cradled and born. Snapshot…
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Sing to me, A throat that Bleeds. A voice silenced, Either by force Or by virtue of Position.
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My face is a combination of all the faces of my ancestors. My mother's friend sliced some tomatoes for me when i was a kid, and I've loved tomatoes since then.…
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LAHAT-HALA: Mga tinig ng Pilipino, para sa kapwa Pilipino. Isang creative writing project ng Dyaryo Tirada.
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Love does not come When a rose blooms, And warmth spreads Across cheeks—watercolour Painted by a caress of the Fingertips.
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Lumunok siya, Hibla ng damit, Unti-unting hinila Mula sa kamisetang Matagal nang Nalalanta, para Tumahimik, kumakalam Na sikmura.
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First published in 1823, "A Visit from St. Nicholas" by Clement Clarke Moore is in the public domain. Daily Tribune republishes the short story in full for its…
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They sang the praises of the morn, How light shines and crosses the fields, Blanketing it with the golden glow, And wielding the power of hope it yields.
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"Because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." ― Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit
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Decembers of merry have flown And have left me with but a clone Of something that I once knew But now something that paints me blue.
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I am afraid that I cannot write A happy story⸺imbued with light. For even when I write about the stars, My words find themselves within the scars Of rivers of…
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Should tonight be my last night, I want to leave you this: Know there's nothing else You could've done. There are no more clues You might have missed.
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Through the trees and through the rain, I run from time unfolding in vain. Eager to escape the hold of the past, And jump to the embrace of the future at last.
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