Frigid, callous heart Sharp poisonous thorns planted Cackling, eye glinted The wicked nearly prevailed Relieved ‘tis but a bad dream © Anna Jailene Aguilar
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Coming together
Frantic heart beating I watch, anticipating You draw close… closer Then your breath warm on my neck Hands and lips yearning… desperate © Anna Jailene Aguilar
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In your arms
Foreign universe Your strong arms wrap around me A dream. Illusion Yet your touch, your eyes piercing Caressing. ‘Tis home © Anna Jailene Aguilar
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Blush
My olive skin Upon your touch may deceive But never shall it Betray me, or my feelings I blush; deep inside I crave © Anna Jailene Aguilar
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Hope
As spring fills the air Leaves turn green, hopeful promise Even gloom soon fades Nothing lasts eternally Save for love to God I pray © Anna Jailene Aguilar Save Save
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Inconsequential
I am a mere speck. Average. Insignificant on planet earth. To matter, oh, to matter! Arduous task I should give up. © Anna Jailene Aguilar
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Someday (a reprise | revised)
Someday When I feel I’m worthy I will tell you who I really am Express how I truly feel deep down Instead of hiding behind that phony smile When I feel confident I will undoubtedly have no qualms To convey to you what I deserve and want Not merely accepting that which I hate or dislike When I feel courageous …
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In sickness
In trance-like state Calling for help–utter pain Hours of trying ends Later cries and tears no more Hospital bed brought comfort © Anna Jailene Aguilar
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Grainy
This probably doesn’t make sense but I was being my silly self when I thought of the Haiku for yesterday’s Daily Post’s daily prompt. 🙂 Brainy not grainy What you should be, certainly Lest you be Sandy 🙂 © Anna Jailene Aguilar
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Wicked
“Why aren’t you obeying the laws of physics?” he demanded, finally addressing me. I realized a few blocks ago that he was following me but I played it cool. I stopped walking and turned to face him. “How do you know I don’t? And which laws?” “Oh,” he began, a wicked smile on his face, “we… I know.” “Who’s asking? …