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Category: Poems
Shenanigans…
I mean a dream so mean.
It tears me up when after laughter comes tears.
I wish I was a bear that can bear cold nights.
Unfortunately, I cannot turn left and left what’s already there in front.
Once close, now close.
Desert the desert island of ambiguity made from different results.
Record the tragic love affair in the world record book.
As the pencil has a sharp point when they used to point at your mistakes in columns.
Like a rose made of plastic, I quickly rose from the fall.
They’re wrapped in an aluminum foil, but I always able to foil them all.
The drama you made me play at the play will be my strength.
So, bow your head in shame as you gave a bow to your king.
Shenanigans lie down deeper like statistics sometimes lie.
Scale a mountain top when you weigh on a scale.
Suit yourself in a gray suit.
The price is not fair when we go to the fair.
TO THE ONE I USED TO CALL DAD
I.
Call it fake.
But I would like to call it, authentic.
Call it insensitive.
But I would like to call it, warmth.
Call it childish.
But I would like to call it, learned.
Call it unappreciative.
But I would like to call it, grateful.
Call it hate.
But I would like to call it, care.
Call it goodbye.
But I would like to call it, hi!
Call it “you-get-used-to”.
But I would like to call it, sober.
Call it numb.
But I would like to call it, pain.
Call it change.
But I would like to call it, bliss.
Call it end.
But I would like to call it, restart.
II.
I like the feeling of finding something real.
No pretenses. Just truth be told.
One tap. One hit. One look.
I could feel the warmth of the fireplace.
The innocence of youth in wrong chess moves
The sanity of the decision in court and never in question.
Didn’t realize, we’re golden.
I would have let it show; let you know.
Being mad is my way of bursting my intent emotion.
A sign that I care about to someone in a classic whisper of the air.
Good conversation blocking an interference.
Yet tongue tied up ended up with the first word uttered when you called.
You get used to it, as you said.
You don’t know how to listen when you are sober!
And now, you are beautifully numb.
But the eyes tell the otherwise.
No two are the same in identical clothes.
Fuck fake smiles! Pure happiness should be at the core.
“The end” is a wrong choice of words to speak out loud.
I call this a break – a hibernation. A restart.
III.
It’s adorable that you think you know,
But you don’t.
The voices we heard that we’re ignoring.
To tell the truth. To tell short notice.
You know what I mean
You know what I believe in.
What’s the purpose? What’s the gain?
Words I repeatedly asked to you.
No definite answer. Silence…
Just a snob thought again.
I could never judge you.
You know I don’t.
I could never hate you.
You know I won’t.
Bring me back to the days when we were one block away.
That moment when the light is red before the go.
More than words I would like to say
Words ain’t enough to play.
To the one I used to call dad,
It was me saving you.
Where Do Miracles Hide?
Mary points the way.
Knock on the door once close
Enfolded with the chain of doom
Only the right key can open.
The luxury of time ain’t here to play
Drugged by the pills on a daily dose
Lie in the bed of a white room
where justice is served often.
Word of mouth is following the ray.
Knees bend begging for a loose
Tears fall asking for a wonder to loom
Summoning the Saints for the plea to co-pen.
Where do miracles hide?
Nothingness suddenly appears to preside.
Are miracles a holy grail that is hard to find?
Or was it a product of an imaginative mind?
Two Lonely Hearts Beat in the Dark
Two lonely hearts beat in the dark,
one is walking on tightrope
the other is chained in the prison cell
wondering when will this thing end.
Two lonely hearts beat in the dark,
one is turning psycho
the other’s still living in shadow
waiting for a miracle snatched by vain.
Who are you today? Tomorrow?
Two lonely hearts beat in the dark
playing the role of the strangers
on the road once forgotten.
Where did the love go?
Two lonely hearts beat in the dark
contemplating about shattered promises
being uttered when they were sober.
Hurry up! Hurry up!
Ride some horses instead of turtles.
Two lonely hearts beat in the dark
wishing for the time to go slow.
Speak up! Speak up!
Word of mouth is missing in action
Two lonely hearts beat in the dark
get down to the nitty-gritty of the problem.
Feel the dark entity everywhere
Ghastly ghost from the past
becomes a customary tradition when
two lonely hearts beat in the dark.
Hear the whisper of silence
Smell the bouquet of deceits
What will happen after, when
two lonely hearts beat in the dark.
When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?
Written by: Genesis Gregorious Genelza, Billie Eilish O’Connell & Finneas O’Connell
Rapid eye movement sleep
Let’s not part ways and say, “Goodnight and Go”.
What happens when we sleep?
When we all fall asleep, where do we go?
Counting sheep through the night
Ignite the fire of the losing side.
A bad guy acting like a Knight.
Sleep within sleep in side by side.
We are only good at being bad.
They should see us in a crown!
Wait for the plastic faces turned into sad.
Critics frown on the idea of going down.
Are we the product of a problem we could not alter?
That is why our rendezvous’ quite blurry and fuzzy.
But I’m counting 1,2,3 for it doesn’t matter.
As long as I see you in whole not in mazy.
I don’t want to wake up in this beautiful nightmare.
3-dimensional space as they call it, “The Further”.
I’ll be calm and collected in this dream we share.
As we bury the hatchet when we bury a friend right there.
I just hope I could draw a map that will lead to you
Wear your cologne, so that I could go straight in a perfect time.
Do not let me let you go when my heart’s not blue but hue.
Hold me tight, you’re my strange addiction like a dime.
In this place, life is an endless story.
Captivated by the view, you and I both created
The place has no name to say in a hurry
Paper town as it is, so as our names stamped and cemented.
REM sleep; dream vividly.
Two hearts become 1 in intensity
Goodbye for now as lights down low slowly
In sleep, we’ll meet again in the loop of serenity.
*The poem was born out of love and obsession to the album of Billie Eilish entitled,
“When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?”
Ode to my Bolay-ogs, Ode to my Panuhax
For my students…
This is always, always gonna be you.
Oh, how fascinating the view of the Garden of Eden!
Screaming colors splattering in cue all of a sudden.
Thou shall not fade thy radiant living color
A moth to a candle: refrain from deep dolor.
Every time I feel like I ain’t really worthy
Of thine adoration; like a bamboo in sturdy.
Scriptures in synagogue foretell the otherwise
But the mien of thine will hail in twice.
The moment I knew how lovely thou art to me.
That’s the rhythm my heart sync in gloomy.
The language of men turned wordlessly idle.
Needle in the haystack became my scapegoat riddle.
Yet everything shall end in goodbyes
A smile written in our faces will always be our vice
Hold on to the learnings, hold on to the memories
’til we crossed paths again, then we’ll tell our stories.
Impalpable
At the top of my lungs, I scream
In my darkest hours, you are my sunbeam
Into the River Lethe, you become my memory
For you simply debunk that life is too short for a long story.
Around the world in 80 days, seemed not enough to explore you,
Against all odds, I swear it on the River Styx to stick with you in a shade of hue.
Until the world ends, forever ain’t the word to immortalize you while we’re going down in history.
*Preposition Poem – The poem is a seven line poem, each line begins with a preposition. Authors write about themselves, their feelings and emotions.
But Let Me Tell You: Traitors Never Win!
Snakes on the floor,
on the shiny sparkly floor,
trying hard to slither right through you.
But let me tell you,
I already knew what they do not know.
Slick stories soon forgotten
on a graveyard of lost things.
So, no need a shovel to dig a grave
Crocodile on the river mouth –
A pathway where a river flows into the sea,
Hungry for a piece of meat.
But let me tell you,
killing a crocodile is a sign of luck.
Worries are over and so as danger.
Do not trust crocodiles,
If you crossed one: be wary.
Vultures start circling in the air,
Like you are the subject of gossip and slander.
They might be in control of the weather,
But let me tell you,
They only try to take advantage on what’s readily available.
Prepare on what’s coming
The storm provides, yet do not be a prey to the death eaters:
Use all your senses to the opportunities they hardly navigate.
Poison ivy creeping along the ground,
Ingratitude like a parasite
Itching on your skin if it touches you
But let me tell you,
The only way to defeat poison ivy is to dry them out,
Never handle them especially by the root or stem
They are rashes: avoid them
Before it’s too late.
Do not blend,
You will turn out to be like them.
Bend like you’re unbreakable.
But let me tell you,
Traitors never win!
Let the turncoats switch sides.
Think things through; shifting allegiance like Judas
does not ring a bell to one’s pure heart.
For Everyone Who’s Ever Loved Someone They Weren’t Supposed To…
This one’s for you.
It’s okay not to be okay.
Go ahead, cry and eat some cake.
Never mind the bitter taste.
Just be like, drinking alone in the moonlight
Or let it run like a river.
Sing your favorite heartbreak tune – our national anthem,
Go dancing crazy like Taylor’s or like no one’s watching.
You don’t need a man;
You don’t need a woman
To satisfy you.
Go ahead, do it solo: try a different panache.
Set free from the remnants left on the kitchen floor
The tears in the rain will dry soon
The scars will become your stars
Mark my word: You will be better than fine.
And if they come back like you’re the last option,
Raise one finger in the air,
Give a blank stare,
Walk proudly: they deserve it!
For everyone who’s ever loved someone they weren’t supposed to
I know, it is hard at first
but the pain imprinted on your skin like a tattoo
will be your art, somehow, someday soon.
II
Do not pick up the breadcrumbs unintentionally drop on the road
They’re leftovers; no longer edible.
Chin up! Do not slouch.
Smile, you’re the winner; they’re the loser.
Hear them whine,
That’s the job of a swine.
Let them mourn for their lost,
While you are sitting on a throne made of dime.
If your love was not reciprocated,
Flip your hair, don’t give a sigh.
Show some tranquility,
and never turn back.
Be like a soldier
Trained to fight by night
Throw the grenade
To shut them up in throwing some shade.
Be like a kite
Look how high you can fly
But always remember to not lose grip on the string in your hands
As you look back when you fall.
For everyone who’s ever loved someone they weren’t supposed to:
You are not alone.
Let’s circumnavigate Bermuda Triangle
Not to be puzzled, but to celebrate the mystery of life.
Heads up!
Be gay!
Together, let’s get out from the blue bed of lies.
It’s time to stop the rain from falling.
The Written Enochian Code of an Imperfect Angel 