Leaves
by Jowe Ailyn
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Poems written by the author from early adolescence to early adulthood, the time of one's lives when self-discovery is a discovery and heartbreak is a surprise and an unwanted guest.
A collection of poems about life written by the author from early adolescence to early adulthood, the time of one's lives when self-discovery is a discovery and heartbreak is a surprise and an unwanted guest.
From the book:
leaves
one leaf on the first day
fell with the words i wrote
i waved at you by the bay
but you sailed away like a boat.
second leaf fell on the ground
came the love letters unsent
and you're nowhere to be found
alone and away so i went.
for the third time a leaf fell
poems born within minutes
and so i had no one to tell
a case hidden and you're in it.
the leaves went with the wind
traveled far and lost in time
gone like you without a hint
for once i thought was mine.
love
i just felt in love and never defined it
an indescribable and alien feeling
it was an oasis of troubled waters
avalanche i can never escape from
but it was paradise to my eyes
graceful hurricane of lies
captured by my lens as truth
a nightmare that was a daydream
stab on the back that felt like hug
arrow shot deep to my heart
or shotgun that wounded it
in my sight it was beautiful
so unpredictable like magic
or was it all an illusion
in bed of thorns i thought were roses
i lay in your rogue realm inside the room
in calm waves and singing breeze
i thought i enjoyed with you
turned out to be tidal waves
of your raging tricks and mirage
a death day on Christmas
a white dwarf in the galaxy
all i envisioned as charm and beauty
and when i started to burn
from what has to be warm
left from what has to stay
lost from who i should be kept
took advantage of my vulnerability
i had a sudden change of view
i was in hell of what i thought was heaven
that was why i burned when you’re around
alive but you pushed me to the ground
like a paper heart you tore me
in each pace i stepped and moved away
and never knew how to move on
a path less taken i have taken
with all the promises i withdrawn
you went with the rhymes you stole
i ran last with the last word
fixing the hole from this whole
i want to end with rhyme and closure
in clear vision and straight path
making myself even ever better
surviving from the storm and wrath
young love comes with old problems
fresh wounds take time to scar
blow the candles for our wishes
we appreciate love so much after the war.
magician
Just like magic, our love sprouted without logical and elaborative reasons. It was unexplainable how time and place became factors of our growing love. We even connected though we were aware our cables are incompatible. It was lovely how everything just popped out of nothing like magic. Or maybe I just thought it was lovely.
Because of the tricks of your love, we were able to share memories together. Not just memories but things too. I once thought we were rays with the same endpoint but have different strays. At least we had a common endpoint. We denied we are parallel lines. And because you picture a different horizon from mine, I gave you a book to repaint your version of horizon, or maybe just make it more vividly colored. But you did not even attempt to sneak a glance at my palette.
So instead, I gave you a hundred poems and an essay, hoping my seasoned words would change the style of your desired dish, or maybe just the plating of it. And even you did not take the countless chances to taste it out of your undeniable gluttony.
Now just like magic again, our love died without explanations. We may have the time but we were in the wrong season. Our love may have grown in the same place but a dry one. I guess I may be the one who killed it because of the too much sunlight I brought. I just wanted us to shine together. And you were there; for once never brave enough to sprinkle water to it.
It was fine after all. I was fine after all. What was not fine is that how can you not even keep a leaf from an endangered dead plant?
The things I gave you were already given. Whether or not you use it, you should at least just keep it. But with what you have done, I guess I'll just call you a magician.
Just like how you started and ended things, you lost the books and the poems I gave you without a proper explanation. I was blinded by the magic you have inside. You have this extraordinary expertise of making a fool out of someone with your secret recipe of magic potion.
Well, I have no regrets. Because how can I uncover such kind of magic trick if I did not experience it from the magician himself?
ailyn
i am sure you have never met
a girl so thin but is so strong
her attitude you might not get
and not easy to get along.
loves to cut her hair as short as
it could be – v-cut or pixie –
likes hair clips, head bands or hair pins
has short hair but still she’s lovely.
says no to make up and lipsticks
not even to powders nor cream
may not be as pretty and as chic
but could be the girl of your dreams.
a budding poet and writer
loves to write poems about love
with words that can take you higher
to the sky up, up and above.
god forbid! she’s scared of insects
top spot are cockroaches, ants and bees
afraid of blood-sucking leeches
and just all the creepy crawlies.
she’s a fan of marvel comics
iron man, the hawkeye and thor
captain’s shield and black widow’s kicks
and the incredible hulk’s anger.
she’s not fond of drinking coffee
but drinks wine, whiskey, even beer
loves milk in the morning, not tea
would even give you a loud “cheers!”.
her authenticity is seen in her eyes
the most frank person you would meet
screams fairness, justice with no lies
a girl that is so hard to beat.
determined, focused, resilient
she is a female of power
indeed can’t be broken just bent
and she’s such a loving lover.
don’t judge a book by its title
not even a phone by its brand
she’s as fragile as the bubble
but as magical as the wand.
she just wanted to be better
in freedom, she had never been
but still there is joy within her
hidden by the name of ailyn.
may six
i saw you, you were in red
you were standing in a nice tree's shed
i was in pink, nervous and walking
and thought i saw you smiling.
that day when my eyes hit you
my feelings came back to true
the memories of our bounced again
all that happened before, what and when.
the thing that surprised me most
when you suddenly appeared like a ghost
and you asked me of my phone number.
i started feeling the love over and over
just a few hours, you texted me
you said you saw me and you were happy
and there goes your confessions
i was flattered by your revelations
you promised to love me no matter what
you promised to be with me with these and that
you assured a serious relationship
whatever happens, we will be clipped.
i fell in love by all you said
all my emotions fell and floated
it feels like i'm standing to no floors
knowing again that you're mine and i'm yours.
hallways
i walked through the dark halls
trying to look and stand tall
so confident when I’m alone
sliding in walls that feel like home
as i approach through the door
i held my head down the floor
the doorway creaks as i enter
everyone i see are all strangers
some look at me with a smile
others put their feet on the aisle
brats gazed at me like cops do
watching me from head to toe
every day for one minute i endure
for that moment
i want to lurk
or crawl maybe as i arrive
escape the noise of classroom beehive
when all is said and done
and the doors open to start the fun
mates go out and step on my foot
in hallways i can’t get a loop
when can this come to an end
when can my fear start to mend
let this anxiousness stop
and go with the vibe and flap
i walked through the halls again
chest out and books in my hands
but i noticed something is odd
gone are the darkness nor the bad
the door squeaks as i open it
the room feels warm and lit
i entered with confidence and poise
now i see not all of it are noise
i looked at those who grinned at me
and i felt so light and easy
my thoughts were once my only friend
i was desperate to let my fright mend
now i see i’m not in a busy beehive
but in a diverse garden full of life
changing my lens was kind of tough
the transition seemed pretty rough
but the price was the picturesque view
and reflections of my worth and value.
