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    Author: Trojan G.

    𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓹𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓼



    Poetry

    Glitters

     

     

    I sat on the sofa, anticipating of you again,

    I don’t know how to say sorry for the pain you gain.

    If no glitters are gold, why when I’m with you, I felt I’m gold?

    My feelings can’t be sold; It is a thing I have you to tell.

     

    I go back to the comfort room, thinking that there’s a comforting broom.

    I talk to you about all the things I hate; it all ended me being in my room.

    If no glitters are gold, why I felt like gold lost when I’m with you?

    I stood on the neighborhood’s stoop, waiting that memory to re-loop.

     

    I heard rumors become your life; I thought you weren’t that kind of hype.

    I talked to you and hoped us be fixed so.

    You talked to me; leave me, bro.

     

    If no glitters were gold, would memories be glitter?

        A gl...

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    Talking with my Silhouette

     

     

    "How was your day," my silence asked me,

    I knew he was there to see me.

    He kept asking the same thing,

    Even though he knows everything.

     

    "Your day was fucking precious, isn't it?"

    He holds my hand softly, we sat.

    Under the moonlight, there we appear,

    Dancin' to our fullest; appearin' in blares.

     

    Pen for a pen and a word for the wisest,

    Lean for the ten, a bored person brought best.

    Sin and sin put the world to the least,

    My silhouette talked like he got the best inside.

     

    "You need to recharge," said my silhouette.

    Recharge was a badge that my life can't let.

    But, bastard me always start a duel,

    Because their pressures are the fuel.

     

    Temptations were the start, lavish was damn nex...

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    Daffodils in the Wild Bayou

     

     

     

    I was born and raised where daffodils were wildflowers.

    I was born to a land where different sorts you weaker.

    Pianos were hobby and living is for money,

    Recreation was this, life creation doesn't rest.

     

    Birds can't set free,

    Say what eyes see.

     

    Feet should step properly; mistakes won't be forgiven easily.

    Daffodils in the wild bayou, accidentally grown by you,

    Daffodils on every

    mind's show, supposedly grown but meant to.

     

    Mixed, not match, to a world of valuing wild opinions.

    Sovereignty won't be left as an option but a decision.

          Heart for a great choice, hear it from the horse.

          Men are for men; men are for women.

     

    Feet stomped quietly to avoid chaos...

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    Cartoonized Reality

     

     

    Chasing reality was as hard as being in fantasies.

    Realities hurt and you're awake,

    Fantasies great, but in link be gone so quick.

     

    I live in a modernized world with cartoonized reality.

    I live in the over-reactive void with seeming ductility.

    Now I polarized what I’ve realized,

    Traumatized before realized.

     

    It’s how everything happens,

    Consequences we’re like experience shapin’.

    Drift in the reality and lift minds in tranquility,

    That’s how the world in cartoons,

    This is what reality in cartoons.

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    I I live in the Philippines, a Happy Place, but why Am I still Sad?

     

    I’ve walked to the garden of my veins, my heart.
    I’ve talked to the burdens of my veins, their hurt.
    I took a stop from my life, why am I out of context?
    I walked to the façade of my life, my heart.
    I’ve talked to the sadness of my life, I’m hurt.
    I stop awhile and ask myself, “why am I out of context?”

    Yelling is what I hear, chaos is what life’s bear.
    Don’t tell all your fear, kindness out of fear is rare.
    Black; white, the basic of my life,
    Black; white, color me and make me hype.

    I live in the ‘Pearl of Orient’
    But why people are pearl to be tormented?
    I live in the ‘West of Pacific’
    But why water on my top peaked?

    I live in the country of happiness,
    But I dive into the vastness of my sadness.
    Tinnitus isn’t the same as sadness turning all silen...

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    My Usual Ending

     

     

    Cosmos were as vast as my mind.

    Works of Literature were as smart as me.

    I don’t know how they say I’m useless,

    Yet, I don’t know why I’m restless.

     

    Try to rewrite the story of my life with my heavenly words,

    I try to relax my nerves with their deadly fjords.

    Their hell, and I knew it.

    They’re peculiar, and I’m one of them.

     

    Black is my anthem, Ms. Lana del Rey,

    I’ll make all golds in the hold, Mr. Frost, don’t worry.

    I’ll cut the limits set,

    And unto my raging pow...

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    Déjà vu

     

     

     

    I wake up again with you on my side bearing as pain.

    Why all of the time you said you love me, it’s not what I see?

    Why every time you lie to me, I felt I was here already?

     

    I fix the bed while you’re there; I had to wake you and kiss you rarely.

    The ticks of love have been there; I need to take you and kiss you purely but forcedly.

    Why every time I love you, I felt I was dead here already?

     

    I stir my coffee and yours, now you walk out of our home’s door,

    I think every time I say I love you, I make myself down.

    I think every time we make love; I ride myself way down.

     

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