monica kaluag


Infatyouthation - Poem by monica kaluag

Cascading like tendrils of a vine
Beautiful yet tangled with the rest
Where to take a sip of something divine
Is the obstacle of the repressed

It's longing for the taste beyond critique
Where nobody's opinion matters
It's the taste of poison past your cheek
That swoons you for the worse or for the better

It takes patience yet more prudence
It takes a more sips than an indulgent bite
It's the flickering spark that lives through any tense
It's the river's rapid that leads to plight

Twisting, turning, tangled tendrils
Lost in a pretty distant picture
Trying to look past the thrill
And finding what lasts forever


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  • (12/20/2009 5:29:00 PM)


    Very interesting and well express piece (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 18, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, December 18, 2009


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