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Daffodil Decarie
Daffodil Decarie
(February 28,1980 / Philippines)
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In countless ways, a born absent minded, a human being. Have stumbled upon many peculiar experiences and humble awareness. She is pleased to intuitively feel that 'Life is a set of sequential fair-expressions of symbolism and personification of what's within'. She is enclined to believe that if she is not looking for a creator she must atleast understand why she's created. Her family has conducted a tremendous amount of thought studies/experiments on her personality(ies) , and often times they are led to believe that the only way she can make a good sense of the world she lives in, is thru metaphor, personification and abstaction of most concepts, ideas, and realities that she (will) come ... more »
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Daffodil Decarie Poems
My Personal Winter
'No I don't'
No- I don't lie to you at all.
(that's what he told me, before he left)... more »
Scarlet Wheels
Haunted in my sleep
I hear voices of tired luggages–
Scarlet wheels, terror in my spine
I know when you step in... more »
# 'Affection Vs. Seduction'
It was 3 a.m I remember... more »
Muffins
I dreamed of muffins last night
and your fingers softly tender my skin.
This morning, a love you share warm my oven... more »
# 'Fair Trial'
Once, two rats were talking.
'Try this, ' said the first.
'It is of xanthous essence with bewildering taste
Humans call it swiss cheese.'... more »
Felicitious Life
As if you have to stand amid
A myriad of storm waves–
As if you have to pause the air-
And bellow invisibly clear.... more »
Ah, Nothing But Pain
Wide, boggled pair of brown eyes,
Stressed, no hand to stretch–
No lending hand to find, bittered–
Staring at the sky, almost weeping,... more »
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Muffins
I dreamed of muffins last night
and your fingers softly tender my skin.
This morning, a love you share warm my oven
and baked breakfast muffins.
I hang my mouth open- you pour smoothies and
berries that shake your legs nerve endings.
Selfishly I let you disarm me, let you
partake this maple syrup that drips under
the blanket.
I look at your eyes and my faith shroud my
belief that life is indeed better than this–
Everday you make me love the absence of our
existence– our souls serene voices.
Before this day will end, I will ask ...
