Manila Skyline

Manila Skyline β­πŸ’›

the Manila skyline is covered with a blazing orange sunset, they say it’s pink, does it really matter?
not for me whose only memory of the sunset is you, you on that fateful afternoon
baby, the sunset is all that i ever had of you
it is what reminds me of you, of your eyes burning with love, burning with passion,
burning with desire
and as the sunset slowly emerged with the night sky
baby we knew, we fell hardly, hardly in love
and along the busy street of Recto
across the Mendiola intersection
where humans were worst traffic than the moving vehicles
we navigated our way in silence, in deep harrowing silence

the sun went down, the traffic was cleared
and so was our chance, our only chance at love
and like that fateful afternoon,
everytime we say adieu
baby i am broken in pieces,
in a million pieces and a million more
the kind of brokenness that is inexplicable
my mind is completely blank
my heart is totally shattered
my soul is absolutely beaten

one fateful afternoon, one sunset
(doesn’t matter whether orange or pink)
one lost love, two broken hearts
two lost souls forever
and here i am trying to make sense of everything
through rhythm and rhyme
through words and syllables
through lines and verses

and, as my words don’t even make sense
or my syllables can’t find their rhythm
nor my verses barely create a thought
i think of you, of you and of our love
on that fateful afternoon, as the sun set,
that afternoon, the Manila skyline turned into
a raging orange sky, there was me
there was you, there was love

Manila skyline, in perfect orange hue
that’s how i loved you.

  • Poetry by Mich

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I Look For You

I Look For You

in a land where magic happens
where supernatural forces 
make impossible things possible,
such as making people disappear
or controlling events in nature
i look for you…

in a land where fairy tales are true
where “once upon a time” is now
where princesses, talking animals,
evil queens, witches, and goblins
live in perfect harmony
i look for you

in a land where the past and future collide
where technology meets nature at its finest
where humans and androids are buddies
where homes are flying up in the sky
and the land below is nothing but
a reflection of a blissful life
i look for you

i look for you anywhere everywhere all the time

For Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/10/04/what-do-you-see-102-october-4-2021/

Blue

Blue

blue is the sunshine since you’ve been gone
and it sure feels cold even with the hot blazing sun
i keep second guessing, how long ’till my body temperature drops
and my heart stops working normally
for baby, without you is colder than the coldest cold
and missing you is bluer than the bluest blue

blue is the horizon since i saw you last
and it sure feels lonely and alone for even the birds begun to sing in a melancholic chorus tone
i keep thinking, how long ’till sorrow takes over
and misery slowly, quietly move closer to me
for baby, without you is colder than the coldest cold
and missing you is bluer than the bluest blue

blue is the moon since we kissed goodbye
and it sure feels like oblivion even with night’s
starry sky
i keep anticipating, how long ’till my mind lost control
of my sanity, my balance, my prudence
for baby, without you is colder than than coldest cold
and missing you is bluer than the bluest blue

blue is my life without your kiss
blue is my feeling without your touch
blue, is all that i am without you by my side

For Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/09/27/what-do-you-see-101-september-27-2021/

Baby, I Need You

I have been MIA for a little while, I miss y’all.. and so today’s poem is in honor and in celebration of “everything” and “everyone” we’ve all missed so badlly.
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Baby, I Need You
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baby i need you like the rhythm needs a rhyme
together, they make the perfect partners in melody crime
baby i need you as the singer needs a song together, they make the absolute musical deal
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baby i need you like the pen needs the paper together, they make the flawless keeper of secrets
baby i need you as the line needs a word or two together, they make a faultless verse
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baby i need you like the plot needs a twist together, they make an ideal denouement
baby i need you as the writer needs inspiration, together, they make an excellent
storyteller
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baby i need you in many ways you may not even be aware of, but most of all
baby i, need you as the poet needs a muse
together, we make the quintessential epic poetry duo, an absolute literary genius
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“everybody needs someone, and i need you”Β 
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I Will Love You Forever, Too

Happy Wednesday my dearest friends and poets.
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Today, the physical copy of my 5th poetry book “I Will Love You Forever, Too” arrived.
This book contains the beautifully crafted foreword of @jeam.precieux, @drkeypoints
and @arvientures92, and special thank you to my creative consultant, and my editor @coronaditya
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To all my Filipino readers who ordered for the physical copy of the book, it will be on your way soon…
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I am, and will forever be grateful to you all for making it No. 1 NEW RELEASE IN THE CATEGORY, POETRY ON LOVE, both in Amazon and Kobo in less than 24 hours of its release, and it stayed on the Amazon TOP 100 BESTSELLING BOOK FOR MORE THAN A MONTH
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WITH A GRATEFUL HEART, I SEND MY LOVE TO YOU ALL.πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•
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Dreams do come true. Believe. Work hard. Be good. Be Kind. It will happen when you deserve it. TRUST ME. Mine happened just as i thought it won’t.
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I never gave up. I never stopped believeing in dreams.
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I never stopped being kind and generous (even when people around me were/are not), because my papa once said “your dreams will come true when you least expect it and when you don’t allow outside forces to ruin the good that you have in your heart; God will see that and eventually HE will give you your heart’s greatest desire”.
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So, dream on my fellow poets πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•
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Mom

Mom

it was not so long ago, when you were holding my little hand, guiding every step of my way
every moment, was a moment to remember
a moment so fun, so dear
i learned to navigate the world through your gentle hands, through your brilliant mind,
through your compassionate heart
ours was a “love – hate” affair but never was there a time that you surrender

how long has it been?
i can’t remember, i really can’t
my ageing mind won’t wanna work backwards
won’t even wanna work on dates, and i think
it doesn’t matter, for now, i am in charge
of tiny little hands too, the ones whose lives
depend on how i will guide them through thierΒ  ways, and i can’t help but be grateful, for the mother that you were to me when i was little

i am the mother that i am now because of you

I Didn’t Know

Happiest and grandest Sunday dear friends and poets.
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Today’s poem is the complete/full text of my trilogy poem series.
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I Didn’t Know
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Beauty
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i didn’t know leaves could dance gracefully as the wind blows upon the signal of the monsoon rain while it pitter-patters on the roof
i didn’t know loud rumbling thunder could sound like a love song; so gentle and so sweet
i didn’t know a tremendous flash of lightning could look like fireworks at night, flashing spectacular lights in jubilant celebration
i didn’t see the beauty in them until the day i found you
i didn’t know beauty as much as I knew it when i had you
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Butterflies
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i didn’t know butterflies ever lived inside me waiting to fly, waiting to soar
until the day i saw you, i felt fluttering sensations
as if a million little butterflies were screaming, wanting to be freed
every single cell in my body was churning, cramping, feeling anxious, shaking, shivering, twitching by just the sight of you,
i didn’t know butterflies could live in my stomach until i saw you
i didn’t know butterflies could go crazy, as crazy as they became when i had you
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Burned
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i didn’t know love could be magical and enchanting and bewitching, until the day you took my hand by the door, gently
caressing my hair, your eyes
with a loving steady gaze, and then slowly you moved closer to me, i felt the warmth of your body, the tenderness of your lips, the fire in your heart giving me burning sensations
then i was burned, burned down to ashes by your touch, by your embrace, by your kiss
i didn’t know i could get burned by love until
i was burned, burned by your love

Burned

Happy Saturday dear friends and poets.
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Today’s poem is the final installment of my trilogy poetry series called “I Didn’t Know”
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This is my first venture on series poetry. Series poetry feature recurring characters and/or settings, often with a common tone as well. Serial poetry therefore takes an initial idea and expands on it over time, rather like episodes in a television show.
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Burned

i didn’t know love could be magical and enchanting and bewitching, until the day you took my hand by the door, gently
caressing my hair, your eyes
with a loving steady gaze, and then slowly you moved closer to me, i felt the warmth of your body, the tenderness of your lips, the fire in your heart giving me burning sensations
then i was burned, burned down to ashes by your touch, by your embrace, by your kiss
i didn’t know i could get burned by love until
i was burned, burned by your love

Butterflies

Happy Friday dear friends and poets.
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Today’s poem is the 2nd part of my series poem called “I Didn’t Know”.
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This is my first venture on series poetry. Series poetry feature recurring characters and/or settings, often with a common tone as well. Serial poetry therefore takes an initial idea and expands on it over time, rather like episodes in a television show.
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Butterflies
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i didn’t know butterflies ever lived inside me waiting to fly, waiting to soar
until the day i saw you, i felt fluttering sensations
as if a million little butterflies were screaming, wanting to be freed
every single cell in my body was churning, cramping, feeling anxious, shaking, shivering, twitching by just the sight of you,
i didn’t know butterflies could live in my stomach until i saw you
i didn’t know butterflies could go crazy, as crazy as they became when i had you
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