Cielo Dipinto

20th of february, 2021
bravery and stupidity: first entrya whisper of thought that could paint the sky—
one step away from the farthest star above,
yet it felt like the end of a rainbow.
in a battle of choices, the powerful has yet to come.all it takes is a nod, a smile to uplift the grace
then there it is— the figment on the sky.
a milestone, the top of a rainbow.
phenomenal words to fulfill your mind are there.pile of gold has been on the floor of rotten wood,
hopelessly waiting to be picked up by one.
a line of effort must occur in a blink
or it will be severely devastated, tattered.reach a dream as fast as the white light,
perhaps, it can even paint the sky— with glitters.
elite and content love for yourself is enough.
paint your sky and admire others' pieces of art.
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Folded Papers Under the Sun

15th of june, 2020
bravery and stupidity: second entry15th of june, this is the 800th day.
eight hundredth day of being the only
shadow on the rooftop.
the only hands folding papers into
a crane and a flower.
eight hundredth day of writing to the stars,for you— my love.
i was frantic to be abducted by the angels,
or the aliens, or god.
the grace of my presence wasn't there,
to hold you and i have been holding
the pain, guilt inside my heart for years—
and i am willing to bury them forever.wishing i was there for you,
i continuously push the blame on me.
shallowing every other pride.
for eight hundred days of feeling the wind
touch my body, this day i can't feel it.

it's like the cake lost its taste,
and the game lost its thrill.
everything seems dull without
the only source of light.clutching my hand as i write,
feeling my heart tighten.
i can't locate my mind,
but my heart found its place.
here, where the closest to your grace
i can ever be.and forever, you will not fail to find
me here.
always finding the sense of you.
because the papers had been
missing the touch of your palm
just gently unfolding them.reading the deepest sympathy
they possess.
the unfolded papers will be waiting.
dedicated to you for 800 days,
and a million more.

Talking Dolls

17th of january, 2021
bravery and stupidity: last entryopens mouth in the closet—
make a conversation with a pet.
with both creepy eyes, lips
and unbearable hand slits.seen as a human by a lunatic,
a silly doll just hidden in the attic.
can't seem to raise a smile
without being hostile.an unfriendly look of a doll—
can cause just another rainfall.
ribbons, hearts, and tattered dress
is everything this pet possesses.
no ability to move or to turn back,
have the obligation to always act.must be hard to commit an action
while lacking the consideration.
as a year fall on a doll's rosy cheeks,
expect the rainfall you did not seek.in the dark, back at the attic,
have been a cursed doll manic?
behind the curtains and shadows,
no one knows.
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Spirit Poultry Industry

15th of january, 2021
individual destinies: first entryall the immortals, all the gods.
cut another's flesh for the spirit
with a grace or morality, they inherit.
running blood through their hands,
will soon be replaced with merit.by the anonymous emperor
of the heavens, the sky will fall
and concur the mortals.
with magic virtues and power
manifestation of the lords.
including lord ling qinye—lord ling xi, a trouble header
from the chasm of paradise,
away from the kingdom of yanse.
dressed in fake gold and lost gem
with an immaculate conception church.
owning a soft heart, he grew as
the famous laughing stock.mild time of the yanse kingdom
tended to push the lord to a man
in unbreakable armor with sharp sword—
general xu xing.

with force they fought in a place
extremely proud and bright.
but the flowers invited them to stay,
welcomed them with warmth.
and there the story of two officials
with individual destinies begun.started within a fight upon the sun,
to healing each other with the solar star.
until the sacrificial of the golden core.
the spirit sought the blood
to pour into the black void.the satisfaction of the emperor
were never filled by the industry,
until the rain fell onto the ground
making the stones jump.
just then, they locked each other's
hand into theirs.
lord ling xi's eyes grew bright gold—
seeming like the sun.—the war once again began,
the demon lord against the emperor god.
the first presence of the emperor,
resulted a battle but this does not
discontinue the officials to hold hands.if a righteous official is not willing
to do what is necessary,
battles would be everlasting.

Underground Dungeon

18th of january, 2021
individual destinies: second entrybeneath the surface, in the dungeon
an echo from a far, that much for a bludgeon.
repeating voices of the dark,
has reached the edge of the arc.stoned heart of the crystal princess
tangled up in a cell lacked of success,
with a paper, and a quill so dazzling.
until the presence of her— liang hualing.under the moon of blue,
she is her only light could see through.
the only heart without dark blood,
and the clean of the mud.falsely accused by the liege,
unarmed surrounded by army of siege,
a helpless warlock of the shouming palace.
with spiritual powers torn asunder for malus.even the greatest ruler with no kingdom
could begone and told to scram.
liang hualing— the greatest woman,
with the kindest regards and can demand.underground cell, where the sun is blocked
and the cages are locked.
where the voices are unable to escape
forever be oblivious of the date.

watch the dirt fall slowly—
expect the time to fly rapidly.
until a mage, with drooling face
run pass through the gate carrying disgrace.then a loud thud, and whisper chatter
another splash of blood flew faster.
lai jinjing— once a prisoner,
stepped out of the cell as a missioner.but the spark between the two princesses
has the level that no one can ever possess.
connected through heart and soul—
shared flesh, blood, as a whole.distance from the grace they provide,
yet there are no emotions to hide.
became as one, will perish as one.
commit impossible things to be done.free from the metal chain,
ran away from all the endless pain.
but with the priceless exchange—
to not meet one another to avoid outrage."accept this letter and a dagger,
protect yourself from the danger.
my desire for you is undying,
take a ride with me, we'll be flying.
but we still have time to confess,
farewell, my princess."

Given Quest

18th of january, 2021
individual destinies: last entryanother mission, another challenge.
competition to crumple your brain
and empty your mind.
an illusion of the heavens—
full of dark pitch spheres
solar turned blue from the sky.
to carry the clouds upon you,
block the sunlight and blind you.for the rainfall to whisper,
the given quest to the chosen player.
a massacre to an innocent village,
to skin the silent and tease the disabled.the royal throne but for what cost?
faking identities for the emperor's satisfaction,
exchange of the player's dignity and respect.
the officials are starving for power,
mistaken the hunger to pass this extent.
a purge among the immortals.
let the guilt scream and be free,
feel the need to stop the time and think.jump into the net—
and watch the emperor watch you cry.
take time and space to analyze,
the blood of the innocent for the unnecessary.
the choice is on you, player.

Privileged Fortitude

20th of january, 2021
illusion of time: first entrydo you ever look in the mirror seeing a reflection of a child with an exquisite face?
great mind and showered with grace.
with fingers under the raindrops,
buying sweets from candy shops.listening to bedtime stories,
sleeping at 9 pm with ease.
ripping christmas gifts with a smile
playing games after awhile.who knew it will all pass in a blink of an eye?
did not even have time to say goodbye.
build a strong mind to face the reality,
to have privilege and fortitude to be free.in a second it will do go to dust—
the city building will be just rust.
we are nothing but a lost star in the universe.
just waiting for our body to disperse.from that day, the beauty will begone.
the ageing will go on—
because time is an illusion,
it is all a delusion.

Tasa ng Kape

23rd of january, 2021
illusion of time: second entrysa pag-alay ko ng aking oras.
tatanggap ako ng kahit ano mang pintas.
galing sayo, ikaw na aking sinta—
wala man tayong dalawa.araw-araw kitang patatawarin,
sa likod ng mga masasamang hangarin.
ako'y tatakbo't susugal.
para lang sa iyo, aking mahal.mabilis ang pag takbo ng orasan,
pagkakamali'y hindi maiwasan.
ilan taon ka na bang lumisan.
ayoko nang maulit ang masaktan.napapaisip kung kailan babalik
ang mga matamis mong mga hilik.
isa na rin ang mainam mong boses—
na nais kong pakinggan kahit ilang beses.

ang tasa na may mainit na kape,
na inihahanda natin tuwing gabi.
kasama ng ating pag tawa.
habang nasa ilalim ng mga tala.para bang napaka-tagal na
noong ika'y huling nakita.
malabo na bang maulit?
para matigil na ang mga hinanakit.handa kong isakripisyo ang lahat.
o tamaan man ako ng kidlat.
alay sa aking inaasam.
hindi ko mapigilan ang aking dinaramdam.kailan ba 'ko muling mananalo?
nag hihintay lamang para sa iyo.
hindi ko kailangan ng opinyon ng iba.
dahil mahal kita, aking sinta.sapat na sa aking puso,
na sayo'y di nagdurugo.
ngunit patuloy lamang akong aasa.
para sa iyong pag dating, ako'y maghahanda ng tasa.

Endless Maze

23rd of january, 2021
illusion of time: last entrygazing at the park,
looking for a different track.
i have returned here, again.
for the second time.
this feels like forever,
it goes on a loop with spikes.exact same situation,
but without moral support.
without the reckless efforts.
it is hard to embrace the lie.
this feels like impossible,
unable to go pass an iron wall.i have lost my breath.
no more capable of running,
miles and miles of laughing children
cannot deal with the stares of men.
this feels like an escape,
exhausting, lacking colors.

but the door has not yet closed,
and the villain has not yet arrived.
there is still time—
as long as we run without looking back.
to make the clouds cry,
and step on people's pride.
carry our legs with the respect,
the responsibilities we handle.
secure the exquisite gold, our soul.keep the spirit safe.
away from the human being of any race.
reach for the doorknob,
do not wait until it's time.
seek to claim your freedom,
acknowledge your rights.once you stepped on the corridor,
then it all starts.
it is it, the beginning of the end.
start with a smile and raised hands,
because it will all end soon.
there will always be an end to everything.

Larinne 's

This assemblage of poems contains a 9 different collections that includes three poems each collection. A total of 27 poems are inside four carrds which are, as said respectively: Fallen Calamity (windybureau) , Heaven's Guilt (filmlantern) and Bad Omen (wishwarlock).

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Fallen Angel

15th of June, 2020
draftedLet us play among the clouds
Just to hear you laugh aloud
Oh, fallen angel I'm so proudI want you to fly me high
We'll explore around the sky
Oh, darling I'll relyYour laugh is like a ray of light
It's shinning bright, it's shinning bright
Gold heart of mine is the best sight
Hmm, you're the fallen angel of the nightLet's touch the clouds, the moon and stars
You're the healer, the reliever of every pain and scars
Of all your flaws, I don't mind
So fly me higher and further until we reach a satelliteThere is no chance
No matter what pain, I'll hide inside
Oh just keep flying so high
Cause I will stay right by your sideYour eyes are like the universe
They're shinning bright, you're shinning brightLet's watch the stars while we converse
Hmm, hope you know that you mean so much to meㅤ
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