broken melancholy…

Broken Pleas

stripped of her naiveness, innocence, wiles, dreams
left stark naked for everyone to behold and fear
unkown to those who once thought knew her
now stranger to the man once beloved her
dead as she can be though still breathing
sensually proud, ah, blissful insanity
forever marred, eternally scarred
restless mind forever wanders
retribution her only final cure
what Beauty is left to see
Lo, a melancholy soul
Only, it’s ME…

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~ by Mayang on July 28, 2006.

13 Responses to “broken melancholy…”

  1. (where do you get ur pictures? hehe)

    like the post. very…. poetic yet again! hehe. and i also like the inverted-triangle layout… hehe

    btw, new layout. hehe

  2. Once again I love the poem, I love the picture! The woman on the picture looks like you! Pati rin yung dating poem with a picture which looks like you. Baka naman ikaw talaga yan! πŸ™‚

  3. what’s blissful insanity?

  4. maganda..

    malungkot..

    malalim..

    πŸ™‚

  5. @ardee -> (where do you get ur pictures? hehe)
    if i told i’d have to kill yah! haha thanks! πŸ˜‰

    @Jigs -> thank you once again Jigs! nope the woman on this pic isn’t me, wish i was! hehe same for the previous post you said the woman on the pic looks like me too. mas maganda ako sa kanila! haha joke! πŸ˜€

    @pilimon -> salamat! sa pgbisita mo ulit! πŸ˜€

  6. hey its such a sad poem, i like your blog its very nice πŸ™‚ you have a very beautiful talent and i’m happy you are nice enough to share it to us πŸ™‚

  7. Its strange what you can relate to at 6 in the morning on random searchings of the internet.

    A quick Google brought me to this piece of art, and while I plan on viewing more, I may very well be stained by this poems beauty. Ive a feeling this one will be my favorite, for both the irony of my condition, and the first impressions of its reading.

    These feelings cross genders and cultures, they are felt by all. Some people believe poems must have illusive meanings, but Ive always liked the works that are beyond the artist, crossing the bounds of personal experience, into the human condition.

    In short, its a nice poem, and I look forward to reading more.

  8. The pic’s so pretty..hee hee ^^ thats a good poem too..!
    ❀

  9. Broken…

    Thats wath we feel after taste a cold dead heart tired to resist the feelings of frustration, to resist the power of love beyond over own itself; to contain it and relase it. Freedom; internal and sensitive desintegration of the feelings one by one beign swallowed by the meloncolie of our lonely street, of our own demons of desire, of the unattainable unsatisfied perfection of the mind who try over and over again why we can’t just remain above our body… Because today, like every day… I feel broken.

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  12. Pillow

    There’s nothing I can’t find under there.
    Voices in the trees, the missing pages
    of the sea.

    Everything but sleep.

    And night is a river bridging
    the speaking and listening banks,

    a fortress, undefended and inviolate.

    There’s nothing that won’t fit under it:
    fountains clogged with mud and leaves,
    the houses of my childhood.

    And night begins when my mother’s fingers
    let go of the thread
    they’ve been tying and untying
    to touch toward our fraying story’s hem.

    Night is the shadow of my father’s hands
    setting the clock for resurrection.

    Or is it the clock unraveled, the numbers flown?

    Ther’s nothing that hasn’t found home there:
    discarded wings, lost shoes, a broken alphabet.
    Everything but sleep. And night begins

    with the first beheading
    of the jasmine, its captive fragrance
    rid at last of burial clothes.

    Li young Lee

    peace.

  13. ede q bng makuha fs mo?? πŸ™‚

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