Blocked On Facebook

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You wrote and I quote:
“Rape is just like sex
There is no difference
between the two
So if I were you
I would take down the fort
Protecting those
Who clearly asked for it.”
And I should be thankful
If a man wants to have sex with me
As if it was an honor bestowed
But your vocabulary lacks consent
But you continue with this
Spinless argument

I have a couple of words
But they are a little too crude
Especially when you are exceptionally rude
If only it was possible
To have you evicted from this conversation
Oh, wait it is!
With a click of a button
You are my ex-Facebook friend
I find myself blind
Not to peg you as a troll
Living underneath the comment section
Picking off scraps and starting fights
With thoughtless statements
Virtually approving empty minds

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Not In My Vocabulary

 

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There has to be a word for
Making me feel worthless
There has to be a word for this
Pushing me into my own darkness
Rather than be the guiding light
You promised to help me see right
But I guess I did something wrong
For you to see me differently

There has to be a word for
Turning my name into a cuss
There has to be a word for this
A word for my crippling self-esteem
As I agree with the pour of your words
There has to be a word for
This blame game that I’m playing alone
There has to be a word for this
Because I cannot find it

There has to be a word
When they ask about the damage
When they ask why I never left
Why it took me so long
There has to be a better word
Rather than love or pretend
There has to be a word for this
Because I can’t say it

 

A Garden of Jade Flowers

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It’s written in the clouds
Carried by the arms of the people you love
And who loves you back
for someone who doesn’t believe in heaven
I’d like to believe you’re in the sky
Blissful as the memories we kept

It’s an ineffable turn of events
I saw you not too long ago
But even with such a few inches of space
It felt like you were years away
In our last few moments
All I said was hello
And you said my name
Exchanging smiles
Thinking I’d see you again

Few days, few weeks
And even a few years
Our last conversation was
A recollection of our lives
Since we last saw each other
Simple small talk between old friends

I still have the photographs of you
In our red and gray skirts
Smiling not knowing as days end
We would slowly drift apart
Becoming a familiar face
A “Who’s that” in a series of albums

Perhaps we’d reconnect
Have a coffee conversation
But all I can do now
Is stare at the sky
Thinking maybe heaven can exist
In the memories that I missed

Wandering Bar Lovers

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I don’t know where you’re going
and I have no idea where I’m heading
might as well try to find a path together
While I spill the last drop of whiskey
I’m half way drunk but still sober enough
These rocky starts and winding roads
are hard for someone who can’t walk straight
my vision is kinda hazy for me to see the way
My words are slurred but my thoughts are coherent
With my common sense still on the tracks
even without a bottle I don’t trust my instincts
you’re probably lost and asking for directions
While I’m trapped in empty glasses and conversations
Waiting for morning to shake me
You’re patient and attached
And I cling unto you
Hoping you won’t walk into a fantasy

Goodbye Alice (Sad Truth of Us)

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we have an inevitable expiration date
at some point in our lives
we would part, the cause still unknown
there will come a day
where one of us has a piece of the other
sadly, one bigger than the other
it hurts knowing this fate
that we would only be memories
tucked into our subconscious
We will only be an anecdote
Part of small talk, chit-chat
and mentioned in conversations
The next few days, months
(hopefully years)
Would become recollections
We would be reminiscences of our youth
It pains me knowing that
we may never grow old together
we may never have our wedding dance
Or come home to our marital bed
They would turn into fantasies
Hypothetical situations, unimaginable scenarios
An imaginary world we built for ourselves
Hanging in disbelief of this uncertain expectation
Of this closing chapter
And that is the sad truth of us

Falling Apart and Burning

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I am sitting in a burning room and all I can say is that I am fine. By the next few minutes, I would be buried with the ruins of my sanity. I am watching flames dance until everything becomes ashes along with my desire to live. Turned off my phone, my Wifi, and social life.  I do not need a public confession of what is spinning in my head. Even loneliness left me by midnight.

ironic inspiration

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Thank you for the love
Unconditional
I am blessed
But you have damned my poetry
With every touch
I hear angels
With every written line
The devil would detest
Hell bent on ruins
Of my pathetic verses
Interrupting my flow
It’s love, for all they know
Passion and angst
Replaced with a metaphor
Stripping my enthusiasm
In between the sheets
My voice lost in a room
Papers scattered on the floor
You turned my writing
Into a garden
My words as seeds
My lyrics do not nurture
But with you
Here’s a flower