Christian Crisostomo Poems

I was walking in a heavy downpour;
counting every raindropp that strikes my head
as if they're the memories between us
They're still breathing in every atom in me.
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MYSELF

I saw myself
lying in the green grass
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STRANGER

I saw her walking in the seashore.
Barefooted. Playing with the waves.
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I hate you;
I hate looking at your eyes,
I hate hearing your voice,
I hate the way you walk,
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Sonnet X
(Melancholy)

The lonely moon stared at me tonight;
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A butterfly that blooms every Thursday
seems like smiling at me
whenever the blue stars turned
their back on my shadow.
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I really hate myself for feeling this things:
I hate you as much as I love you,
I don't like you as much as I admire you.
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A few minutes before midnight
I bid you an uncertain good night
The coldness and darkness of the night
embraced my longing soul
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I don't love you as much as I love you;
I don't like you as much as I admire you;
I don't as I do.
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Silence filled my ears,
It is as though I lost my senses;
making me walking in nowhere
where one can find nothing
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