November 2011
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sunset
“I know it went too fast.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I know I love you,” I uttered trying not to be distraught by her eyes flashing amusement.
“Don’t make me laugh,” she replied with a dead tone.
I swear she blew me away with those stares lasting eternity. I wanted to grab her waist and cage her in my arms. But I was feeling so limp that the weight of my own argument was in...
October 2011
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I could still remember how she smiles luminously with her mellow lips. It was like I could tell from her dreamy eyes her invitation for a kiss. But it didn’t matter, because I knew I was reading her wrong; or I was lacking in courage. She is the most beautiful unscented flower I ever found, yet, her vibrant fragrance was a temptation; a desire that made my shallow mind unsound. I could still...
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spaces and dots
For a long time,
I’ve been trapped in a rounded cell
Where stillness is bearable.
Breathing spaces,
Inhaling emptiness.
There was home, solitude.
All the moulded thoughts
From yesterdays’ broken silverwares
Were feeding my core.
Did I move?
I found you there.
Six days of havoc
Against the spaces of my helm
Then, I surrendered.
Did I see it coming?
I could,
Yet, least I didn’t...
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thirty four minutes
of soundless confession
and i love you
like the moon
to the sleeping night
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to wilt
I whispered,
“please don’t leave me,”
and she stared at me.
Thoughts crashing
Over memories.
Restless.
I shouted,
“I beg your forgiveness,”
then, she started weeping.
Present defying
old yesterdays.
Helpless.
I waited for dusk
to rectify dawn.
But tonight,
every flower
will tarnish their own scents.
May 2011
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gasps and sweats
stabbing hearts;
moonlight showering love
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dry concoction
Old nights
Of drinking thoughts alone;
Submerging own soul
Deep down into alcoholic miseries
From the bottle of promises
You abandoned, sober.
This dark sky is too frail
To risk breathing,
With trivial scorching ashes
Lit by a dying cigarette
I am sharing a kiss with,
When smoking memories
Is nothing better than vomiting sadness,
Then, leaving the hangover of pain.
—...
“Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss...”
– Eleanor Roosevelt (via aprayerfortheblind)
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love, sex and lies
I could become a part of you,
if you’re goin’ to let me in.
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i lost my broken watch;
woe’s too late,
bid the date today!
— diakomakata
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yesterday —
a lane of love and shits,
which way to go back?
— diakomakata
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let me wake up
tomorrow in your bed,
with your scent
— diakomakata
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Fool’s Compass
Let me slash phrases into thin air
To extract the moist from doubt and silence.
I am heartless to bend any existence,
And therefore, do not deserve your praises.
Contour my deformity towards life;
Mate with my defaults, give birth to your lies.
Bolting the zephyr I ravaged from the forgotten,
I seek for the missing bridge to my haunts.
Mock my soul.
Inspire me, be mine.
—...
April 2011
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Rain Is Over
These eyes are still covered by mists;
A beautiful dream
Captivating every inch of my fantasy.
Am I awake or asleep?
I saw it coming;
My fall, yet, I embraced it.
Is it the rain or the dream?
The rain was mine,
The dream will just stay as a dream.
You’ll be there,
Afar from every rain that will pour on me;
And I can do nothing
But be in love, hopelessly, with you.
—...
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let my spring begin
with your absence to bloom
if i can shed more tears
then, i will
— diakomakata
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crap is the howl
cracking into bedroom wall
wasted are my nights
of livid self debate
i have been standing still
for the longest time
should be tired by now
not even the strength
to hang myself up
i swear you would love to see me
you could kill me just like that
— diakomakata
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‘Tis the night
of memorizing the face of misery,
when it stares
at my pale iris of despair;
ripping off my core
with the ambiguity of its gospel.
Its kiss preying
on my beseech for dying.
— diakomakata
March 2011
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i had sex, again,
with my loneliness.
‘twas endulging
yet empty.
space, a lot of space…
— diakomakata
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I am back from nowhere;
and still, here I am in nowhere.
Most of the time, I wander the place I created with my bitterness. It’s been awhile now, and I’m still trying to put my sanity back inside my crippled mind. But, do I really need my sanity back?
— diakomakata
December 2010
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Dilapidated imagination
Shooting stars into pillows and quilt;
Orgasm creating milky way.
Inhaling your absence is heaven and hell.
— diakomakata
November 2010
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I read your lips
Muttering not a word but saliva,
Which I browse through slivers.
But just because I lick it
Doesn’t mean I am yours
Nor induces you being mine.
At the end of the night,
We ought to seep and drink
Fluid of promises…
— diakomakata
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You weep like a child who lost the patience for lullaby;
Cry out akin to the grief of a mother deserting her offspring.
Now, watch me wither through this stationary halt,
Compromised by the solitude outside your universe.
Am I in fault or fate is furious?
— diakomakata
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Blink once
And keep your mouth lock.
Mirror the agony, as yours alone,
In your carpeted floor chiselled by tears.
Then, die.
— diakomakata
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My angel,
Smooth this broken being;
Listen as I confide my dreams.
Please, caress my waning heart
Through this cold charring night.
— diakomakata
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Fill My Cup
Half awake
From a failed romance
With my chaotic bed.
And here goes
My tangled body
Flirting with my pasty brain.
Who cares
To where I am heading?
Wait, did someone
Just traverse a greeting to me?
My day started after all.
“Good morning,” I sighed.
Hasten, my overused sanity.
Quench my thirst
For the velvety aroma
Of my coffee weaver.
There she is, as always,
Wearing that humble...
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My Triangle
I can hear you whisper.
Your delicate tone spreading its wings,
Giving birth to a sound of bliss.
How soulful it is to listen.
I can almost taste your luscious desire
From your trembling plea to exist.
Go on, sing your love song.
I am letting myself be engulfed
By your sultry accent lifting my being.
As your innocent lips soar,
Murmuring to the serene sky
Its grace and dreamy thoughts,...
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Autumn After Fall
It was raining.
I sang my grief;
whispered melancholy to mud of sand.
Broken sky of madness and hatred
dazzled the angst of my torrent.
Like an endless dream,
storm pierced through conviction and promises.
Unlike a deceitful nightmare,
breeze never touched longing and forgiveness.
Pain. Love. Shattered.
Dried leaves are falling.
Old twigs are futile.
It is raining; tears are pouring....
