The Poetry Marathon

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Oh my God, my mother exclaimed, she’s so ugly.

Yes, I was the most unpleasant to look at,

with big pouting lips, oval face and dirty blonde hair, with big short legs and arms.. Not a cutie chunky monkey.

The children at the park avoided me and gave me a hard look,

My brain could read their long gazed,”poor ugly baby” from another planet.

One day, I came across a book in the library, entitled “ugly duckling”

My heart started pumping real hard, while I slowly open the page to see who could that be..

Thinking, they must have created an ugly story about me.

To my surprised, I felt relief, to see an ugly duck and the miserable life,she went through.

As a teenager, some changes going on in my puberty and that made me even scary.

A girl with a good heart came close and told me: she likes my red pouting lips and my cheekbones, are well proportion for an oval face.

Then, I began to like my self.

The girl sincere word of admiration, helped me build my confidence.

Looking at the mirror, was the image of an ugly duckling, transformed into a beautiful swan lake.

My black coal skin turned smoky bronze, that compliment my dirty blonde hair.

The black coal beauty, passed through a lot of turbulence in life, from

A dark hard molten lava rock that went  through a lot of pressure,

And turned into a gorgeous and brilliant diamond.

This parable tells us that beauty is more than a skin deep.

A beauty from the inside tells all.

You accept me for being me, the greatest gift, only you can give.

i can be myself, with no other pretense and you never complain.

when I feel like crying or don’t laugh at your joke and when I am upset, you give me some space.

sometimes, when I am  tired and no energy to make love, you held me tight to sleep, all through out the night.

i want to spend the rest of my life with you because, you’re the best friend, I’m proud to have.

as time goes by, we became stronger and richer, wiser and closer, when there’s a rocky road to cross a mile.

we share our dreams, our losses and our fears and together, we stand victor.

we find comfort with each other, sharing family events, funny or touching, interesting or not, we still get along well.

together we stand stronger, we survived our ups and down, in all kinds  of weather we face.

our triumphs and losses are easy to bear because, you’re always there.

we smile and shrug our shoulders with our imperfections and faults because, we’re just human being.

we tried to be sensitive to each other’s need and do my best of what you expect of me,

but, you’ll always tell me, “I don’t mind” and “it’s ok”. You’re so thoughtful and you expect much less.

i love your being funny and candid, it brighten up my day and you  never even forget to buy me roses.

remember when I was sick,, you felt my pain and cry with me.

you even cheer me up, by encouraging me to do karaoke with you. I didn’t know, that music is good therapy, though.

and, we sung together, even I’m out of tune..

maybe because, I’m sick and can’t carry myself well, but your trust, made the difference.

you know what, I feel so relax and comfortable when I’m with you like.. a good old shirt you wear in bed.

thank you for all the love.. Honey boo boo.

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Peace of mind

Reached our soul

Touch our hearts

Heal our scar

Men unite

Appalachian Trails

Just follow where the path lead

Up and down the hill

It was summer when our hearts met,

We curved a heart of a promised love, as we sat beneath the shade of a century old maple tree.

Our dreams were planned for the next level of our life together but,

The autumn wind blew the love away and forever gone among the clouds of tears.

We kissed goodbye,under the warm sunshine with disturbing chilly wind.

The summer is gone and I welcome the Fall season with a heavy heart,

A s he hailed the train and begun to moved…

My broken heart was in despair.

The cold front artic wind touched my spine, cold and shivering over the lost love.

I glanced over the horizon and saw the canopy of trees that graced the road, turned leaves into orange and red.

That gave me hope..

When life begins to fade, a new life begins to flourish and thrive.

A birth to a new beginning in Spring, when the dying love I had, started blooming..

the second time around,

This time with a happy ending.

A failed love I had last summer, was lost in the cold wind of Autumn.

And buried under the frigid snow of cold depression.

Until the desperate love of my life, decided to show up..

At the wrong time, blowing snowflakes in Spring.

I can’t recall the painfull tale, the scar was deeply embedded and left a story to tell.

My emotional pain, was horizontally wrapped my whole being and for every untold story,

I held back my tears.

My body shakes in fear, the brutal shallow hole made by sharp object, tranquillized my lips.

The rough sweeping stroke, we’re like edges of  blades and the soft skin, begun to bleed in mercy.

Burning flesh, for every scourging I received, fourty times fourty slashes to be exact, it went through the skin.

Deeper and deeper, the battered body will no longer heal.

Overwhemingly, I suffered humiliation in front of people who condemn me to death.

Tormented and broken, I endured the agony of what was like a martyrdom,

Every veins in my body, bleeding uncontrollably and I was left,

Naked and deliriously running a fever, in a dark cold room.

My trembling body drained its strength and so worn out.

Tears in my eyes ran dry and cuddled me gently to sleep.

I screamed in my dreams, begging for freedom until,

My voice hushed in silent,

My verdict was final and I am finished.

In the dark alley before darkness, he stormed

A smoking hot bullet release…a kiss of death.

Jack the Ripper, in a black cape, he roamed,

Ready to devour every prey that stray,

When darkness engulf the empty street.

His Demon’s quick move, was always a bull’s eyes

and taking every opportunity to crossfire.

He’s always on call before darkness, in a creepy passage, he rolls.

Under covered in the dark shadow of evil spirit, he’ll reaped

And snap life really quick.

Frigthening scream echoed, while his devil’s eyes in fiery red, squirt bullets and

Vibrate… In a dead silent of the night,

Deafening sounds of ambulance, rescuing victims from gunfire.

In a stretcher, innocent prey fighting for life and in a split seconds,

A short but, sharp sound of last breath, declaring, life must end.

In tight fist, a lowly tears flowing in mourning, proclaiming,

A violent wrath of revenge to snap another life.

Stop, not the last recourse,

Retaliation has to Stop.

Senseless violence must end and let the law of Justice reign,

A loud shout, “Enough,Enough”, rules to cease fire must remain and

Gun battle must end.

The world has stop

For every bullet drop.

Endless cry of a broken spirit echoes,

Until it scream no more.

Desperate tears dried out and

It flows no more.

Anger reverberate, in a series of echoes in the wilderness and

Stopping no more.

Guns and bullets.. roses no more.

Revenge, shaken the peace of the earth and

The cruelty of the world arise.

Blood of innocent victims, marked the cold pavement,

With red blood letters of hopelessness.

Guns and bullets, roses no more.

Violence erupted, towards the road to

Vengeance with no retreat,

Guns and bullets, roses no more.

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