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Seasons of love It was still summer when our hearts were still burning hot from the intimacy we felt for each other. Everything was fine; everything was surreal. Each time I held your hand in under the scorching heat of the season, I can feel the warmness of your love, the radiance of your beauty illuminated by the sun’s rays. Oh, I was so deep in love with you, Jane. *Continuously, it all bloomed. But I knew there was something wrong.* When spring came, Jane, I was left…
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Call me. Call me when it's half past midnight, It's our time; let me hold you tight. Late-night walks, Late-night affection, Late-night talks, Time slowed to perfection, Oh, I wish it would never disappear. For me to feel and hear; The silence of the cold atmosphere, I treasure every moment that we'll spend, Wishing that it will never end, Before the rising sun is here to remind us, "To treasure every memory in darkness without sight So you can remember when it vanishes into…
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Confession **Taste of Blasphemy [1]** **Confession;** "Holy Spirit, enlighten us" They say. Going to such heights if one loses his/her way. In the journey of finding themselves, They scrutinize books in ancient shelves. Midway into the path of salvation, Praising the church; No degradation, Secrets are to be ignored, As it is the will of the lord. "Oh, father, I confess thy sins." They plead. In a cage where hypocrisies bleed, An appointed holy one heeds your sin, In…
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Secrets Taste of Blasphemy [2] The believer closed his eyes, Comfort is where he resides, Draining his soul slowly, Taken away from reality, Woken up in a field, Hearing cries that doesn't seem to end. The child fighting the urge to yield, He asked, "What happened?" "Open your eyes," The child sobbed. "Heal yourself from the cataract of lies. Collect your soul and come forth to me As I am your sweet remedy." The believer opened his eyes, Only to see an image of him dies.…
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Silence It's already late at night, and I'm laying here alone in my full bed, accompanied by the raging thunder and heavy rainfall outside. I did not have the chance to peacefully sleep, pondering over what would be the outcome of tomorrow. As my thoughts went deep, not realizing that I've already fallen into a deep slumber. I noticed that it's already morning. I can say it's already going to be a beautiful day, as my girlfriend greets me with a cheerful smile and a lovely…
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Healing **Taste of Blasphemy [3]** Dazed and groggy from the bed, Memories still haunt with dread. Cleansed from dirty water of the nation, Reversed baptism, “Is this salvation?” The clean clothes he used to wear, Now filled with filth and grime. Eventually seeing himself as a seer, He announced, "Liberty is a crime." The shelves that he once studied, Was an algorithm for slavery. A conclusion that his holiness sullied. The burden of the truth he must carry. A start of…
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A Birthday Poem. Hush those tears goodbye, And render this as a sweet lullaby— Wipe every drop of tear, Know that there is nothing to fear. In this cycle of life we live and leave, Love comes forms that*'*s difficult to perceive, Cling on to your faith and to the almighty, Don't beg for love as it's pathetic and greedy. But worry not as days pass by, The faith you have; blossoms and never dies. Keep being true and truer to yourself, As patient as you are, love finds you…
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State of Emergency (ACT II) Smoke and rubble, Asphyxiate me– trouble, Wailing cries of men, Seeking help, and its half past 10. The fear in the eyes of women, Prayers they hope, that reaches heaven. The infant in the arms of a mother, Lucky to have a temporary shelter, In the hopes of the surviving few, The test of humanity was never this new. Intelligent creatures that roam the city, Fighting each other for survival and safety, Blood for life hoping it can end their strife,…
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Inheritance **"Inheritance"** It was Christmas season, and Alex Orto just finished his shift at work; he was already excited to go home and read his books, which he ordered online. He was always fond of them since he was a kid; knowing things around him and understanding the world and different perspectives still fascinated him. "Christmas season couldn’t get any duller," He murmured, adjusting his glasses as soon as he arrived in his apartment from work. “Same shit,…
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Aftermath The start and end of youth we don't notice it; in just a couple of blinks in our eyes, With you, staring down at me in your front porch while I’m soaked in the heavy rain, I offered my hand, To you, my precious dear with tears falling down your eyes trying to kill the pain, With every excruciating words to have felt in your heart with malice from the ones you love, I am here, take my hand. Let’s take a walk to the paradise we ought to love. Away from this miserable…
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12 **12.** -- Entry no. 1: Adam's first diary. It's the cold night of winter of 1996 and, I'm here embracing solitude inside my tiny bedroom. I'm writing these down to commemorate the death of my mother and father. Being the only heir to our business empire, I'm under a lot of pressure to do what I am supposed to do. It's hard to balance your wants and needs with your own parents' demand for what they planned you to be. So today, this very evening, I've decided that I shall…
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Guns **When technology surpasses human moralities, we're not advancing; we're regressing.** **Homicide, Murder, Massacre, War.** **So why do these kinds of tragedies happen, and what do they connect with firearms?** Let's take a brief look at why we invented guns: The history of firearms goes back to when we invented them after discovering gunpowder, affecting society and the field of warfare itself. We can't deny that the only use for a gun is to kill**.** Its invention…
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Playing God The young man whose heart was so cold longing for the heat of the year has come stale. The boy never encountered another rose liked flowers inside him, like the butterflies that flew over his gardens died, and the flowers that have withered and gray. It was three years past when the relationship between Brad's girlfriend and him ended. No one knows who was in the wrong nor who's to blame for the fall of their relationship. There's one they're sure of: It was all…