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The sea

The slow lull of her touch seem to send me into a trance,
a trance I never wished to leave.
Her caress unworldly,
sending multiple vibrations throughout my body.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief and deceit,
but only she could make my life complete.
The world dares me to leave and flee,
But they’ll never take her,
They’ll never take her from me.

The world is selfish, cruel and full of misfits,
Creatures grasping for their share of light.
But with her by my side I shall yearn no more,
May I be drowned in darkness,
as long as I have her as my shore.

Her voice sends tingles into my very soul,
the nightmares of my past barely ghouls of nonsense.
Her tongue lavishes my inner being,
Her lips, her luscious lips,
bringing me to the brink of my sanity.

You’d never find her with another,
cause you’ll always find her with me.
Gasping for air from her embrace,
My sea, my everlasting,
my light and my all.

She is no fish, nor animal, nor even human.
She is mine and mine to hold,
The world be damned to its end.

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How’s that for pushing the envelope? Phew. That was too much, even for me.
Love or hate? 😀 I just got inspired by the picture all of the sudden.
Written by me. By me okay?

All my favorite words

There are words

that mean so much

more than they should.

There are words so precious,

that you’d want to exchange them

for food.

There are words we hate

that conjure memories

Too painful.

There are words we love

that make us happy

that make us grateful.

All the words we never said,
and all the words we did.

And so these words

I have put together

In one book.

All the words that I love to hear,

All the words I hate.

They all have their story to tell,

And now I’m writing them all.

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I’m currently writing a book, All My Favorite Words. I have two chapters up on Wattpad, and I want to write one chapter per day if I could. Please share to the teens all those who read Wattpad. I need to get my mojo back. The link is on the top right part of my blog, the picture one.
How about you? What’s your favorite word? Maybe we have something in common 😀

Bound to them

Say “opo”* and bow your head.

Don’t say a word.

Just listen to them instead.

Inside you’re screaming and thrashing,

Hoping to be set free.

But you have to stay mum,

Your tears they must not see.

You don’t say a word

Because they won’t listen.

You don’t ask,

Because you already know the answer.

“Listen to us because we know better.

You’re naïve and weak,

Fragile like a feather.”

Words stinging like a thousand arrows,

You’re bleeding inside,

But they pretend not to see.

Seal your lips,

Don’t let out a squeak.

Cause no matter what you do,

It’ll just be wrong.

You want to reach out,

Explore, try it all.

But you’re a caged vessel,

Made to bend to their every whim.

Now say “opo” and bow your head,

Stay lifeless while you’re lying on your bed.

Bleeding wrists,

And foaming lips.

You’re now free,

No longer bound.

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*yes

The hands that held mine

Is it wrong to fall in love with someone

because of the way they hold your hand?

I remember when I was younger,

my mom would hold my hand when I crossed the street.

It made me feel safe and protected,

like she won’t let go until we were safe.

I remember in school,

we were supposed to hold hands when we sang.

The hands were slimy and they smelled bad,

and the feeling was weird.

I remember my friends holding my hand

when we ran past the guards,

the feeling was exhilarating,

Yet my hands felt empty.

But when he held my hand,

our hands meshed together like a perfect puzzle.

I couldn’t tell the difference between his hand and mine.

He made me feel a thousand emotions at once:

happiness, anxiety, warmth, forever

and most of all, LOVE.

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Seriously, is it wrong? I keep falling for him when he holds my hand, 3 years later 🙂

I know I said I won’t post poems or stories for a while, but I just loved writing this one too much that I had to share it. <3
Original. Copyright.

Damsel in Distress

She’s Sherlock Holmes
with a twist
a spunky attitude
and a curled up fist
she doesn’t give up
even in a fight
cause she’ll only give
the bully a fright

she usually stands up
for herself
and doesn’t really need
any help
she can sometimes be your
girl next door
or as crazy as a big wild
boar

you can depend on her
during crisis
cause she’s the type
of gal you can’t miss
she can be as smart
as a duke
but can surely pick a fight
with captain hook

make sure you dont underestimate
her sweetness
or you’ll wind up
in a real hot mess
she’s the type of girl
you’ll fall in love with
and i can tell you,
she ain’t no myth

she’ll really love you
for who you are
and doesn’t really care
if you’re a star
and if someday she’ll
look your way
you’ll know she’s here
to stay

she’s miss SMARTASS
as some may say
but she’s only looking for someone
to brighten up her day
and in the end, she’s the real
DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

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Written four years ago, so I’m guessing I was fourteen. I’m rummaging through my trunk of old files, and this is by far the funniest poem I wrote. I love how it describes the spunky teen I was, before I found out that violence is never the answer. Sometimes. >:)

Just thrice

I’ve only seen her thrice.

When I first saw her,

With her nose in between a book,

She was snobbish and rude,

Her eyes stuck to boring pieces of paper.

Instead of interesting old me.

She once danced on stage,

Not as graceful as a swan,

but she was the only one who stood out,

out of all the little ducklings.

She held my hand once,

dragging me to the lab.

She pointed out the scribbles on the table

where I wrote with my name.

She huffed and puffed about being clean,

while I stood there,

my eyes wandering to her lips,

how sweet it would be to close it with mine.

When she left to get a towel,

I stood there dumbfounded.

I’ve only seen her thrice,

but that was enough to fall in love.

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Although fiction, it has been inspired by someone’s status I saw preHaiyan. I just remembered about it now 🙂

Mr. Dream Guy

I’ve always dreamed of someone

Who’ll make his love show

That when I’m sad and full of dismay,

He’ll always know what to say

That everytime I throw a fit and when i’m mad

he’ll calm me down and hold my hand

That when i’m tired and unwell,

He’ll always be there for me,in a ring of a bell

He’ll say sweet things that will tickle my heart

And will promise me that we will never part

He’ll call me in the middle of the night,

Wishing he can hold me tight

He’ll make me laugh to a point of tears,

Washing away all my fears

He’ll take me to walks by the moon,

Making cute faces like a funny cartoon

He’ll gladly hold my hand in front of his friends,

Telling them it was “us” till the end

He’ll run after me through the rain,

Holding me on through the pain

He’ll dance with me though there’s no music

And he’ll steal a kiss real quick

He’ll sing sweet melodies into my ears,

With a song that only both our hearts can hear…

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This was my first ever published poem on our school paper, age 13. I’m just a hopeless romantic through and through. 😀

THORoughly in love

With his dirty blonde hair and muscular arms,

He turns my stomach into a butterfly farm.

With that red cape and manly face,

He’s my only saving grace.

With every swing of his hammer,

He makes my heart beat a little faster.

And though he has a handsome brother,

That doesn’t mean he isn’t any hotter.

I swoon for the son of Odin,

And I faint for his every grin.

Oh Thor, handsome Thor.

You make my heart stop once more.

I yearn for the man from Asgard,
who really deserves an award.
He makes women forget about their lovers,
As men gawk at his awesome powers.

Leave Jane Foster behind

cause it isn’t meant to be.

Look no further to the nine universes,

Cause the one you’re meant to be with

Is me.

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Soooo. I watched Thor today. (Obviously) He’s just so, ugh. Frustrated teen here. (Don’t tell my boyfriend!) 😀

With love

my mother kept me alive,

And taught me how to count

from one to five

With love

I cried in an empty room,

Vowing to never let a man

decide my doom

With love

I was speechless,

When he knelt on one knee,

as the sun set on the glistening sea

With love

I beared the pain of giving birth

To a child more beautiful

than anything of this earth

With love

he cried over my body

as my spirit slowly left me

Love after all

makes life worth it.

With love,

Everything is just bittersweet

My Lego King

He builds his kingdom by hand,

With bricks that are stronger than sand.

He wears his crown on his head,

The crowd hanging on every word he said.

He might be small,

but he is my master.

But only because

he’s my little brother.

We use swords and shields

that no one could destroy.

We’ll be better than the kingdom of Troy.

Even when we grow up,

I’d never forget.

That my brother was once a king,

the best I’ve ever met.