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How did you plant memories of you so fast? That I didn't notice myself memorizing the corners of your eyes that remained closed especially when you smiled. Your skin that glowed under the sun -- the shade of crimson on your face brought a rush of blood to my head. Your voice was deep like the ocean we almost kissed that day and your hand was warm like the can of beer left under your bed. Was it a whisper or your lips brushing against my ear? And when we embraced and waved our hands before the sun kissed the morning skies, I didn't realize that you were planting memories, that in my mind and future poems, will always stay crystal clear.

Sometimes, we wish to fall through a rabbit hole. Taste the cake of Wonderland and enjoy a tea party with mad and riddling souls. Or fly like Wendy and Peter Pan --- Defy gravity and Hook as we embrace the promise of not growing old in Neverland. Or maybe, just maybe, be taken away by a tornado. Enjoy every step at the Yellow Brick Road with a dog, Lion, Tin Woodman and Scarecrow. But most of the time, we just want to unlock a door that will forbid us from turning back.

I always believe that God sends angels in our lives. They echo our laughters and multiply our smiles. Their shoulders are like a waveless ocean -- calm and unceasingly catches every raindrop from our burdened clouds. Do you remember the time you found me lying flat on a cold ground? That was the exact moment you told me I can also have my own wings. You planted seeds of rainbows and helped me bloom even in winter. There are days when my prayers are filled with hopes of being with you forever. But more often than not, I thank Him for the moments you spend with me even when I don't deserve you. I thank Him for the times you believed in me when

Ice cold -- I can feel the breath of Christmas entering through the window. It makes me feel excited about the coming holidays. The lights. The soothing sound of choirs. The comforting taste of cake. The gifts and the smiles drawing on every stranger's face. Still, there's something about the breath of Christmas that makes me sick. It fastens my soul onto my bed, leaving me powerless. It's as if I'm paralyzed while a part of my brain responsible for ineluctible emotions has been spared. I overthink, overthink as I inhale the breath of Christmas. And most of the time, I end up remembering the coldness of the circle where we used to wander. T

Hey, Did you intentionally leave the door open? It seems like you're not listening to me -- I'm shouting but you choose not to hear me. Your mouth, slightly open as if words are trying to escape. But I can't guess and I got tired of figuring things out. That door, every window and even the smallest hole -- I unlocked and unsealed them for you because you desired freedom and the space within me suffocated you. But you're still here, standing in front of me. My hand tightly holds the knob as my eyes examine your empty stares while my ears listen to your insincere tales. You stand in front of me and I can clearly see that the vacancy I left on

I have always admired your light. You are one of the few souls in this world who prove that beautiful things can scathe. The thorns of roses, the shattering sound of broken promises and the sun rays flashing right in front of my face -- blinding my eyes and searing my skin. You are like the sun that summons life and death. I am like the moon, embraced by darkness. Only a few would choose to remain lidless to gaze at my light. They slumber with a hope of being aroused by your warmth. I wish I were one of the clouds that linger after a storm so I could be saved by your light and the joy in my heart will be turned into an arc of colors. But we'r

I've heard many stories about one-sided sorrow. Most lovers rarely acknowledge the gardener's effort to cultivate flowers. Just like the crusade of those who drub their real feelings because some people remain unmoved even by strong emotions. Some wishes are taken for granted for the stars couldn't decide -- the other person craves for connection while the other longs for freedom. There are people who choose to paint their relationships with warmth and vividness. Some stayed on black and white -- a safe ground of concealment where expressions of love are limited to "hello and goodnight." You filled my long-term memory with our mundane conve