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Butterfly Kisses

 

The sound of rain tapping hard on the roof and the howling wind against the window pane sound like a classical music to her nerves that stimulate all her dying senses. She looked up at him as he drifted off silently. How peaceful you are, she thought, like a sweet child unknown of the harsh blanket clouting your little playground. His shallow breathing formed a light moist against her forehead; sweet and tender with a tinge of grapes. She closed her eyes as she reminisced about how she loved it; nights spent in a cold and dark room as the two of them seek fire from each other’s touch. As though their skins are of great combination to ignite flames through a delicious friction only them could make. She gently skimmed his bare chest with her candle-like fingers, savored every inch of his flesh, every chest hair that seemed like unstrummed guitar strings. She left butterfly kisses on and felt the warmth of his soft lips. Continue reading “Butterfly Kisses”

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See You Again

I stare at the journal resting in my clammy and trembling hands, couldn’t summon to look in her pained eyes as guilt hits me with promises that never come to reality. Standing right now with her, at the cottage near the end of a beach boardwalk where together we smiled, laughed and shared our darkest secrets, she seems away from me—facing further in the sea. Then she turns—blank from the hints of her emotions. I pause for a moment, trying to gather words that could fit. I have no right to keep her long for nothing.
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Things I Learned and a Piece of Advice

I once had a conversation with someone who loves reading and has a great potential to creative writing, but the person was so reluctant into figuring out how to enrich that talent; the same thing I had felt years before I even go out and build a blog and start publishing stuff, because the idea of not being good enough frightens me. The thought of my works not being good enough for readers scares me. And no one, I’m pretty much sure of that, no one likes rejection. Whether it be for their opinion, idea or craft.

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Change

Old friends, acquaintances.
I wonder,
What happened
Between me and you?
I hope you do well
With the life of your own.

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Scars

 

Her fingers are like compasses that knew, without even looking, where to trace displeasing marks left four years ago. One by one, slowly, they touched the fragile dotted flesh on her elbow, down to her left foot, the three coin-like keloids at her back torso and that one patch of still aching flesh on her back head. As fingers trace them, her mind races back to that very day: a Chinese man holding a rose close up to his nose, a book she just bought and the white truck. Her reconciliation knew perfectly that it was a white truck, but everyone proves her otherwise. Those things flashed frantically in her mind, making collisions of unwanted images as her body flew and concur barbarically against the hard, heated asphalt like a pile of papers scatters everywhere by the howling November wind. Before she figured it all out; before she felt pain staggering her every inch and the thick liquid spilled on the ground, consciousness was taken away from her. But she didn’t fall out of it, surely, someone must have done it for her.

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Fly Me Away

 

O, fly me away,
Wing me through gentle touch—
Let me embrace deity
Amongst aloft clouds.
Beyond is to find solace
While winds blow me adept.

O, seize me higher!
Soar me with your ardent wings
Until grounds retract,
And touch me no more.


Danica Aquino

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Weary Knight

‘Hi’, you said
slyly yet unyielding voice
I have never heard.
Deterred,
couldn’t find my own words
but I smiled anyway.
Then suddenly,
it was eight years ago
when all was innocence
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Supermoon

Tonight I will sleep with the thought
that the moon hung low,
swell enough to illuminate
the dimmed sidewalk
we were strolling through;
a busy street
of a sunday eve,
laughing as we lost track.
Strangers brush past us—
oblivious of the blossom
enveloped within
the cocoon of our entwined hands.

And for a single moment
you allowed me to drink in the moonlight—
with your eyes
sharing the same glow as I,
which was nothing I’d ever seen before;
nothing compared to what I had.

No Longer Found

No thing
lasts a hundred,
a million, gazillion,
years of future,

even the tallest
of mountains, and
the deepest of
oceans, and
lovers they thought
eternally bound,

all but crumbles
into sad
oblivion,
’til even that
can no longer
be found.

Dalawang Pahina

Magkubli tayo sa kunwari at sa kung ano ang hindi kailan ma’y magiging tayo,
habang ninanasa ang mga pangakong sa panaginip lamang nabubuhay at totoo.

Sabay nating paglaruan ang mga salitang ni minsa’y hindi sinambit ng mga duwag na labi,
habang pinagmamasdan ang apoy na pumapaso sa’ting balat t’wing mapusok na haplos ang nagwawagi.

Mamuhay tayo ngayon na parang walang naganap na kahapon.
Kung sa ganoong paraan ka liligaya, ipagpapatuloy kong hilingin na sana’y hindi mawala ang ngiti sa’yong mga mata.

Magkubli tayo sa kunwari at sa kung ano ang hindi kailan ma’y magiging tayo,
habang ninanasa ang mga pangakong sa panaginip lamang nabubuhay at totoo.

Mananatili ako rito. Magkukubli. Magkukunwari.
Hanggang sa dumating ang araw na baka nais mo ring magtagpo tayo sa iisang dulo.

-d. rose / 2.12.17

Work of Art

Dearie,
I may be no artist
But let me draw you
With my own
Stroke of words
And color you
With the same passion
Running through my veins
Up unto my heart

In that way
I’d immortalise you
And the memories we’d never make
And keep the artwork
In my own
Secluded gallery
While you pass your years away
Living the life you always wanted
Living the life as if I’d never existed.

Ordinary Universe

​Her mind is
Nothing but a wonderful blessing
Always yearning
Always growing

And here I am
But a blunt feather
Blown away by her endless wind
I float along the hush of her whisper
Enchanted
Of how grand of an angel she is
Eternally too big
And too much
To fit in
Our ordinary universe.