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and of all love poems, this one reigned that piece of burnt page
For you, I’ll Bleed my Knees - Pamela Herrera
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With your fingertips, I found the glory of
being naked and wanted
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On bended knees, you slung the moon
placed it on the plate and told me in your softest voice
“the sky is better off dark, but my life…it’s nothing without you”
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Through climates, my knee caps became calloused
but my heart, never
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You made me coil in pain,
you rolled me and hid me when you didn’t need my arms
still, I’d rather hold you than wrap my skin on
my folded legs, shivering cold
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the floor may not deserve me
but you do…
and for you, I won’t mind stepping
low and bleed my limb.
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Alone, I found within me my home
but now,
the only door is in your heart,
perhaps I have evacuated my whole self
and found the stairs in your lips.
remember, the first time I let my fabric fall
down on your toes after we kissed?
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I left me.
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ako ba ito? hahaha! hindi ata ako ito. yung anino ko =)
Posted by pambie at October 7, 2008, 10:18 pm@officem8: o gwapa gwapa na kag mabbot kag hambol. 
gusto mo parte sa isa ka komentor sa blog nga ginpatay ka blog owner nga poem? 
i am EMO and i do it sooo well 
@pambz: ewan, di ko ka ano-ano yan. nakita ko lang yang litrato sa isang websayt na ahem 
hahaha! ahem ahem. asan ang ahem na website na yan? hehehe =)
mishu kuting
Posted by pambie at October 8, 2008, 4:58 pmamisshutoo makopa
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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.
sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.
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and this. a proof that:
how you see LIFE is how
you actually see YOUR self.
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maddening spurt:
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac-
gorgeous pic bro. miga mo? wow. great interpretation too. mapa binuang, romansa, binastos kag EMOOOO
Posted by officem8 at October 7, 2008, 8:08 am