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  • feuillesfall 54w

    when will you ever stop
    looking at yourself in the
    mirror to see all the things
    that you are not?

    when will you ever look
    at your scars and marks
    and see beauty in them
    instead of pointing them out?

    when will you ever see things
    that other people see in you?
    your beam, your smile,
    and all of that you emit: light

    you point every flaw in you
    but you never saw the real you
    ©feuillesfall

  • feuillesfall 59w

    A hypocrite I am
    for loathing lying, and lies
    and then lies about loving
    the life I am living

    A hypocrite I am
    for the optimism I'm showing
    and then cries about life,
    its strife and tragedies

    A hypocrite I am
    for trying so hard to save others
    when I cannot even lift myself
    from the pit I am digging

    hypocricy,
    ©feuillesfall

  • feuillesfall 59w

    I have heard hundreds of elegies,
    I stepped foot on countless cemeteries,
    For the dead, I wrote pieces of poetry
    So, I died each time they took a piece of me

    On the contrary, I also write for the living
    To appreciate their whole being
    But whenever I dedicate a piece of my soul
    They leave me crippled so I would crawl

    But then again, I would rise up
    and reach for my pen, and it uncaps
    and the ink bleeds, a garden it feeds
    grief finds me then so I could write a new piece

    the poems I buried in the sand,
    ©feuillesfall

    Read more of my writings at writewithartemis.wordpress.com. Happy reading!

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    For the dead, I wrote pieces of poetry. I died each time they took a piece of me.
    ©feuillesfall

  • feuillesfall 67w

    I have heard hundreds of elegies,
    I stepped foot on countless cemeteries,
    For the dead, I wrote pieces of poetry
    So, I died each time they took a piece of me

    On the contrary, I also write for the living
    To appreciate their whole being
    But whenever I dedicate a piece of my soul
    They leave me crippled so I would crawl

    But then again, I would rise up
    and reach for my pen, and it uncaps
    and the ink bleeds, a garden it feeds
    grief finds me then so I could write a new piece

    - A, ©feuillesfall
    Photo by Marcantoine from Pexels


    #void #darkness #lessons #love #life #experiences #heartbreak #canvas #painting #filipino #filipinowriter #prose @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @writersbay @odysseus

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  • feuillesfall 83w

           The storm maybe has left, but the wind is its aftermath, it blows in any possible direction there is, moving at the fastest perceivable speed. It is wintry, the chills run up my spine as I let it embrace me and penetrate my skin. No piece of clothing could make me feel warm as I keep remembering the bareness, and the coldness of the past.

           I wanted to know why I cannot leave the things that remind me of you, why I cannot leave my own memories behind, now I knew that it was because I still hold onto your words, as your words still linger in the depths of my mind. Your words were the sweetest, you made me feel loved and valued just by talking, but I never did know better than I do today.

           Your words were poison, you left me holding onto it even if the one who uttered all those already left. Your words were poison, as they were the only ones left of you but they  eat me up as I try to reminisce and relive our memories. The poison has brought coldness, it brought the winds to me, and your words, your promises, had lost their way in the tracks of winds.
    ©feuillesfall

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    This is included in the book I have written and published online on another writing platform called Wattpad.

    #wind #winds #promises #writersnetwork #writersbay #filipino #filipinowriter #filipinopoet @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @writersbay

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    Lost in the track of winds,
    ©feuillesfall

  • feuillesfall 83w

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  • feuillesfall 84w

    petrichor,
    ©feuillesfall

    the smell of rain—
    brings a scintilla of my memory
    and things I tried so hard to bury;
    to no avail, here I am reminiscing
    every pain, and in them I am reliving

  • feuillesfall 84w

    I became an outcast,
    In the society I once belong
    Memories didn't last
    For what I remembered is wrong
    That I remembered,
    I am one of them
    That I was brilliant
    But there are things I can't
    I can't do but I should,
    Then I think and ponder
    But I am always wrong
    So my thoughts were void
    Void, sans perception
    That was their critic
    I was judged but
    I idolize them for being perfect!

    ©feuillesfall

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    #outcast #alone #lonely #mirakee #writersnetwork #filipinowriter #filipinopoet #filipino @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @writersbay

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    outcast,
    ©feuillesfall

  • feuillesfall 84w

    the ode of pain
    dwells in the forest
    where it echoes,
    and I cannot protest
    I love hearing it,
    Even if it drowns me
    in a deep reverie,
    snap myself out of it
    ㅡis something I cannot do
    ©feuillesfall

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    echoes
    ©feuillesfall

  • feuillesfall 85w

    To all your struggles,

    To the growing pains penetrating your skin, I hope they will leave you. No, not leave you unhurt. I hope that after all the pain, they will leave a mark. A scar that will remind you of the lesson of not getting burnt. Chasing fire may burn us, and that's just what you did. But chasing is part of life; and you will never know how much it hurts getting burned if you never set yourself on fire.

    To all the varying weights and loads you are carrying, I hope they will leave you. No, not leave you not exhausted. I hope that after all those sighs and wiping, they will leave you some sweats. Those will remind you of the tiredness you had along the way. The journey is hard, we all know that and getting tired is part of it. Rest if you may, but never give up.

    You see, life is not always about the butterflies and tranquility. Life is about surviving. Life is about thriving to get to your destination. But know that death is not our destination, alright? Death is just an aftermath, where we will lay our heads to rest. Life is about trying and failing but never giving up. You are one of the most courageous. Gorgeous, too, for all your flaws and scars. One of the strongest, if I may say, keep trying. Rest, then keep going.

    Love,
    A

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    To all your struggles,
    ©feuillesfall