Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rookie (April 28,1992 / Philippines)

In Writing - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

A sanguine death.
That’s what I feel.
Yes, the intoxication
Of any promise of
Life is gratifying

But you see,
Young, agile reader.
What I love the most
Is not a woman,
Not a god
Nor a thing -

It is the slow
Trembling of
Happiness meshed with
Angst
Whenever I sit
In front of a typewriter
And enter
A mad surge of
Words that could
Burn for an eternity.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 28, 2011


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