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Since i have nothing to say today, lemme just post a poem i wrote for my friend. it's really nothing. i just realized it's my last (currently) of around 263 literary works in total. hehe, braggy shit. now to the piece ... of c... composition:
An Untitled Petrarchan Sonnet
Come now and meet me in this grove of trees,
Where all remains calm as the world goes by,
Where the earth diffuses into the sky
And our dreams carried on wings by the breeze.
With you in my separate realm of peace,
Here words fail me not with passions so high -
So high indeed that I can nearly die
Of love, this drug - incurable disease!
As I caress in mine your hands so smooth
And stand transfixed in an unbroken stare
Shall, in my heart, this treasured moment save;
For in the lines on your palms I find truth -
The same as saying I shall always care
For eternity, even to the grave.
not so romantic, huh.
they say a poet can make a girl take off her panties by his words alone. well thats the skill i havent learned in years. i never will.
Of Calvary and Mirrors
I look at you
See through the dark, within and inside
I look at your soul
You look at mine
No words leak out of troubled minds
We stare into mirrors of ourselves
And we can but shed tears
Watching each other
Fall
Fail
Falter
In endless ruin and non-terminating pain
Weeping on the other's shoulder
Our lives being smothered
Dark and obscured
Enlivened with hurts for the liver
We sink to the bottom of the abyss
And despair
And weep
And stare
And look
Into the eyes of another
Calvary
Asleep
Slumber into the comfort of the rugs beneath me
Feel the threads of the carpet-like quilt pinning me down
Let fall lids and care not much for what, obscured, you see
Fly, dream and smile at the dark with an unearthly frown
Off and off and off now to sleep
Lonesome, when inside me grows a much whiter winter
Alone with a dumb heart, unattended and rusty
Lonesome, when tears flood and I, cowing in a corner
Alone with a goddess of unthinkable beauty
Now, think you I can still but sleep?
Beside me, she lies, like radiance in my darkness
Beside me, she lies, sweet rose amidst brambles of thorn
Beside me, she lies, of all splendor and loveliness
Beside me, she lies, and I, still longing and forlorn
Just imagination, now sleep
Drifting and gliding across vast meadows and plains
Soaring atop forests swirling under my unseen wings
Penetrating, random thoughts mutating into utter pain
Nullified, her distant voice in my head echoes, rings
Dream not then, back away from sleep
Breathing underwater, a million leagues deep
Rotating, halting, igniting, burning, collapsing
Eyes washed dry, for my fateless state I can’t even weep
Not having you around my arms, I embrace nothing
Neither life nor breath nor sleep
Fragile
I see
you
I see
myself -
blown up
smashed
crushed
shattered
broKen. I hear
deafening thunder claps heralding my sinKing. I taste
the blizzard rushing against my weightless wings. I smell
the fiery rage and appetites of the starving flames. I see
blood - the crimson floor welcoming my crash. I feel
shattered. I hear
laughter as nightingales watch me plummet. I taste
the tormenting persecution of exile from your arms. I smell
mocKery as your lips Kiss away the pain of each wrinKle. I see
indecision - the white nebula befogging my mind. I feel
crushed. I hear
your distant voice alien to my deafened ears. I taste
loneliness in this solitary world of rapid gyration. I smell
forlornness being love-thirsty and of unrequited love. I see
darKness - the blacK comedy behind love’s tragedy. I feel
smashed. I hear
the pulsating of my temples as veins clog in terror. I taste
gravity pulling me down stronger each second. I smell
no Kudos for falling off from such unfathomable height. I see
fatality - flesh being ruptured down to pieces. I feel
blown up. I hear
the weeping and mourning of downcast strangers. I taste
their grief in seeing one so stricKen with depression. I smell
the reeKing ether bearing news of a death. I see
nothing - but the remains of what was once me. I feel
the numbness of life and of love.
Dresden Dream*
By Rychus Guanzon Cortina
dresden dream
the cloudless skyscape from dawn
until early morn
dresden dream
the shade of your misty eyes
as you wept goodbye
dresden dream
I, lifeless, stand still, yearning for your kiss
my mind filled with this
dresden dream
*Author's Note: Dresden dream is a deep shade of grayish blue.
Untitled Acrostic Poem
I ask myself, "Who am I?"
am I merely a toy you can
just play with any time you wish
so? Look what you've done; I feel
dead to the bone, numb and
tired of trying to put around with you,
of being with and for you.
all I do doesn't seem to matter in times like
this anymore, when you can manage to
shit around with me,
you who I've treated as a friend... Shall I
put an end to everything, so I'll have some for
me when I've done everything
through and only with you?...
An Untitled Petrarchan Sonnet
Come now and meet me in this grove of trees,
Where all remains calm as the world goes by,
Where the earth diffuses into the sky
And our dreams carried on wings by the breeze.
With you in my separate realm of peace,
Here words fail me not with passions so high -
So high indeed that I can nearly die
Of love, this drug - incurable disease!
As I caress in mine your hands so smooth
And stand transfixed in an unbroken stare
Shall, in my heart, this treasured moment save;
For in the lines on your palms I find truth -
The same as saying I shall always care
For eternity, even to the grave.
not so romantic, huh.
they say a poet can make a girl take off her panties by his words alone. well thats the skill i havent learned in years. i never will.
Of Calvary and Mirrors
I look at you
See through the dark, within and inside
I look at your soul
You look at mine
No words leak out of troubled minds
We stare into mirrors of ourselves
And we can but shed tears
Watching each other
Fall
Fail
Falter
In endless ruin and non-terminating pain
Weeping on the other's shoulder
Our lives being smothered
Dark and obscured
Enlivened with hurts for the liver
We sink to the bottom of the abyss
And despair
And weep
And stare
And look
Into the eyes of another
Calvary
Asleep
Slumber into the comfort of the rugs beneath me
Feel the threads of the carpet-like quilt pinning me down
Let fall lids and care not much for what, obscured, you see
Fly, dream and smile at the dark with an unearthly frown
Off and off and off now to sleep
Lonesome, when inside me grows a much whiter winter
Alone with a dumb heart, unattended and rusty
Lonesome, when tears flood and I, cowing in a corner
Alone with a goddess of unthinkable beauty
Now, think you I can still but sleep?
Beside me, she lies, like radiance in my darkness
Beside me, she lies, sweet rose amidst brambles of thorn
Beside me, she lies, of all splendor and loveliness
Beside me, she lies, and I, still longing and forlorn
Just imagination, now sleep
Drifting and gliding across vast meadows and plains
Soaring atop forests swirling under my unseen wings
Penetrating, random thoughts mutating into utter pain
Nullified, her distant voice in my head echoes, rings
Dream not then, back away from sleep
Breathing underwater, a million leagues deep
Rotating, halting, igniting, burning, collapsing
Eyes washed dry, for my fateless state I can’t even weep
Not having you around my arms, I embrace nothing
Neither life nor breath nor sleep
Fragile
I see
you
I see
myself -
blown up
smashed
crushed
shattered
broKen. I hear
deafening thunder claps heralding my sinKing. I taste
the blizzard rushing against my weightless wings. I smell
the fiery rage and appetites of the starving flames. I see
blood - the crimson floor welcoming my crash. I feel
shattered. I hear
laughter as nightingales watch me plummet. I taste
the tormenting persecution of exile from your arms. I smell
mocKery as your lips Kiss away the pain of each wrinKle. I see
indecision - the white nebula befogging my mind. I feel
crushed. I hear
your distant voice alien to my deafened ears. I taste
loneliness in this solitary world of rapid gyration. I smell
forlornness being love-thirsty and of unrequited love. I see
darKness - the blacK comedy behind love’s tragedy. I feel
smashed. I hear
the pulsating of my temples as veins clog in terror. I taste
gravity pulling me down stronger each second. I smell
no Kudos for falling off from such unfathomable height. I see
fatality - flesh being ruptured down to pieces. I feel
blown up. I hear
the weeping and mourning of downcast strangers. I taste
their grief in seeing one so stricKen with depression. I smell
the reeKing ether bearing news of a death. I see
nothing - but the remains of what was once me. I feel
the numbness of life and of love.
Dresden Dream*
By Rychus Guanzon Cortina
dresden dream
the cloudless skyscape from dawn
until early morn
dresden dream
the shade of your misty eyes
as you wept goodbye
dresden dream
I, lifeless, stand still, yearning for your kiss
my mind filled with this
dresden dream
*Author's Note: Dresden dream is a deep shade of grayish blue.
Untitled Acrostic Poem
I ask myself, "Who am I?"
am I merely a toy you can
just play with any time you wish
so? Look what you've done; I feel
dead to the bone, numb and
tired of trying to put around with you,
of being with and for you.
all I do doesn't seem to matter in times like
this anymore, when you can manage to
shit around with me,
you who I've treated as a friend... Shall I
put an end to everything, so I'll have some for
me when I've done everything
through and only with you?...