Liv Mealone

Liv Mealone Poems

I was dreaming you were singing me a song tonight
It says "You can no longer pretend that we're just friends
When I have already been inside of you."
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If I am the night
You are a beautiful dream that leaves me wanting for more
If I am the plain old blue sky
You were the orange, cotton soft cirrus of my sunset.
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The Hopeful One:

This life is a book with tattered pages
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(the following verses were written for my heartsister D. love you, sis)

Let God hold your hand
When conflicting possibilities stare you down
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5.

As a baby

Fear was none...
... maybe crying when I'm hungry or wet or not cuddled or not sensing the familiar scent of my mom's bosom...
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dati ay isang saglit ng kahapon
dagling nilimot, sa ala-ala ibinaon

dati ay hangin na takot nang umihip
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MEMORY LANES

If indeed memory lanes exist
And I take you down to mine, don't resist
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Father, You heal a broken heart
Father, You dry incessant tears
Father, You comfort a weeping soul
Father, You forgive a sinner’s heart.
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9.

In the waters of fantasy the shadows march
As the dark waves of dreams keep twirling in an arch
The rivers of joy had long been dried up
Peals of sorrow struck like a loud thunder clap.
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I remember when I asked you
What were your plans for tomorrow
You said, let’s talk about today
Because now is all that matters.
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Heavens eyes has bestowed a smile upon us
More so that He took your hand to reach me out
Alas, miles and oceans come between us, but LOVE
As strong as the waves permeates our hearts
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Midnight walks silently as the moon flies
Yarn of grayish clouds clothe the gloomy skies

Beautiful heavens rose as the night abates
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Deep within your soul you know
My heart will always be with you
As you soar with the wind or fall with the rain
As you march among the stars or walk among the plain
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(The unconquered beauty of the north)


Hidden among the hills and mountain ranges of the beautiful north
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T otal darkness, formless void, to splendor when HE said:
“Let there be light! ”
H ands, never a need, for by HIS words
The earth came forth.
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a roof
with the strength to hold up the weight
of the burden
a wall
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Crossroads, the strain in the mind it springs
To go left or right, forward or back, or perhaps to stay
Opposite arrows at a fork in the road
Trails and footprints in the heart, to ignore or discern
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People come and go, in and out of our lives
Some ruthlessly hurt us and that gives us the drive to strive
Some push us up and we are able toclimb higher
Some pull us down and we are able to navigate a change of course.
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my quiet visitor
June 25,2010
Last night in the middle of a downpour
A visitor knocked on my backdoor
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Liv Mealone Biography

Liv Mealone is an insomniac who draws inspiration from real life experiences of her own and of other people who are closely associated with her. She writes her verses during the wee hours of the morning while trying to tire her eyes out so she could sleep. She loves God, she loves life, and she loves love. She is inspired by sorrow more than joy, by wrath more than warmth, by romance more than love. But a mixture of all pairs is the best inspiration of all!)

The Best Poem Of Liv Mealone

Inside Of Me

I was dreaming you were singing me a song tonight
It says "You can no longer pretend that we're just friends
When I have already been inside of you."

Suddenly, I woke up knowing nothing but sweet desire
Please come and quench this all-encompassing hunger
Make love to this heart of mine that you've set on fire.

In many ways, indeed, you've already been inside of me
You've explored by soul, gently pried me open,
And then piece by piece, you put me back together again.

You have touched the nakedness of my mind, seen me defenseless
You took my heart captive in the palm of your hands.

Tell me how can I ever move on, and put you out of my mind
If the truth is that when I close my eyes, it's you I see

When I ascend to the heavens I bite my tongue
Because for sure I would fortuitously cry out your name.

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