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Tommorow When I Wake Up #Poetry

Tomorrow when I wake upI’ll start my day with a smileI’ll do the thingsI wanted to do for a while I’ll disclaim my phoneand talk to my mother insteadI’ll tell her my dreamsand let go of my biggest regrets I’ll forgive everyonewhoever hurt meI’ll ask God for forgivenessI’ll beg on my knees I’ll work on my goalsand set my doubt asideI’ll fight for my peopleAnd … Continue reading Tommorow When I Wake Up #Poetry

Its all over #Poetry

Heaven fell from the tired sky Angels found bars and delighted in warm whiskey dreams…  Dancing sugarcane symphony  I crossed the street and met myself in yesterday’s clothes… Empty box of cigarettes  looking so lonely on summer hot cement. A dirty page can tell a clean story  A clean page can say nothing at you… I’ve seen your preach pigeon feed how they dance blindly … Continue reading Its all over #Poetry

Trigonometry

Your love is algebraI can’t find the formulaIf I could find the right calculator,I could define your euphoria. Your love is geometryI can’t find the anglesIf I could prove your theories,It wouldn’t be a shambles. Your love is trigonometryI can’t figure it outIf I spent an entire notebook, perhapsI’d still have doubts. Your love is a mysteryJust as the greatest mathAlthough worth much,Seems irrelevant to … Continue reading Trigonometry

The Vow

For all of those days when I felt empty inside.I often blamed myself for something I can’t control.I hate the scars from my past.I hate the flaws that already there since the day I was born.I hate my imperfections for I know I always less than anyone. Then, you came.Break into walls that I’ve built.Saved me from my darkest thoughts.Treated me like I wasn’t damaged … Continue reading The Vow

Farmer (Thank him once)

With axe and sickle in his handHe serves the best way he canHeavily burdened with debtsHardly anything to look forwardOut of hunger he himself growlStill never fails to fill our food bowlMourn continues, No solution in sightUntil another one commits suicide Sitting in comforts, not realising even onceWhy can’t we, be a help even an ounce?We are fortunate enough to add them a mirthA morsel … Continue reading Farmer (Thank him once)