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I Hope I'm Wrong

by Abba Marie Moreno

 

The morning is calm,

The sun is shining,

I am at peace, at ease,

My idle mind goes into thinking.

 

Why is it,

when my mind is blank,

I think of you?

 

When the day is long,

And the night is unforgiving,

You don’t even cross my mind.

 

But when the day is fine

And the night is inviting,

Thoughts of you come flooding inside.

 

Is he well today?

Is he smiling at this second?

Is he studying or playing?

Is he thinking about me too?

 

I doubt it.

 

But it feels good to believe,

That Neruda might be right.

 

Tell me,

Why do you intrude my thoughts?
(Or it may be the other way around.)

Maybe I still like you,

The thoughts are inviting.

 

But then, it could be,

That you’re just a wonderful memory—

To revisit,

Only to revisit. 

Vodka by Abba Marie Moreno

Vodka

By: Abba Marie Moreno

Our first encounter

is to be always remembered.

A distinct burning red of a sensation,

of a new-born desire,

of a ferocious feeling fire,

of a repressed desire succumbing to this fire, 

down my throat. 

Who knew it tasted this good?

(Another bottle down.)

Alas, satisfaction,

as everything else, 

is never free.

The Love, it burns,

Far deeper than your 

ice can see.

Or should I say Lust?

Well, Love and Lust,

differ only by just,

an eternity. 

It’s easy,

to mistake one for the other.

Ah, Love, 

Am I still sober?

Ah Lust, 

Should we have another,

shot?

Dichotomous Key

The image of those flowers I love,

The thought of the sweet scent I long for,

They taunt, torment, 

They tease me. 

I do not know your name.

And with such trivial matters,

I concern myself.

For I am tired--

Of this--

For now.

Your color sings sweetly to me,

Your scent paints my day golden,

You soothe the pain--the reality--

Even for a fleeting second.

Where are you?

I do not know your name. 

I do not know your name.

I do not know your name.

I not know your name.

I not know name.

I not name.

I name.

I.

I name.

I will name.

I will name you. 

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(1) Thevetia peruviana - Lucky  Nut

^Okay, that is not your name, but well, I just had to take not of this 

tree. :))

I think I'm mad.

I'm annoyed by a tree--whose name I still do not know yet.

More than ten yearsssssssssssssssssss.

I think I'm bipolar.

I cried for a bit a while ago.

Then I vomitted my dinner out. 

And i just wrote a poem.

And i have not done a single thing to be done for class tomorrow.

I'm tired.

Maybe that's just it.

I just am.

And well, nobody really knows how tired I am.

I left the lab at 7pm. And I'm really exhausted.

Had to commute. Only to do work, and to scavenge sleep,

and wake up again, before the sun even peeks in.

And whom do I get to talk to about this?

Well, duh, no one.

Idk, it's not that i dont want to talk to anyone about it.

Maybe because, everyone's just going through with the same thing.

I'm a bit whiny then. 

It's hard--extremely difficult.

Been at my limits for more than a week now. 

Is this a nervous breakdown?

Let's get back to the tree.

(Relieve me of my pains!)

I hate things i do not understand.

(Well, i can hate people for the same reason too.)

I guess I've suddenly grown to hate the tree because up until now--even 

when I've flown some height--I still don't know its name.

It's taunting me. 

It's slapping my limits onto my face. 

And it's driving me crazy--

I've yet to do anything yet for class.

Don't get me wrong, I love class and I love this work.

It's just the indifference of other people.

(Here I go again with my expectations)

I mean, seriously, if i die or suddenly go missing,

I'm positively sure, no one would look for me in the first five hours.

First of all, most people wont even have the reason to look for me and

I get the feeling that everyone else (those "close" to me) thinks I can always get back up, that i'd never screw up, and prolly, I'll just return to them, like I always do. 

Idk. Maybe I just feel so alone.

So tired. So exhausted. At my limits.

The people i love are far away. 

Help me--

Find the name of my favorite tree.