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Metamorph
#2 Oh how fast you changed!You told me once that you cared for me.The last thing you said about me is‘I will be here’ but where are you? Vanished without a trace,no explanation, no riddles to be solved either. You’re afraid of commitment,that even so, weaving words full of false hopes and promisesis what you…
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‘In My Dream, Oh, God Where Are You?’
Dreams are not reality and this notion was written in this poem
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Setting A Blaze
The fire across the ocean goes over the skies. The memories of us, burning like a debris, swimming on the smoke, and losing you is what I think I do not deserve. I heard your laments of me not to leave, but the cries poured over from your eyes like a waterfall blood. I am…
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Way Back From The Rabbit Hole
I. When I was a kid, they tell me always to dream big. And so, I chased the stars for them. I dreamed big for them. I know at my heart, it was not calloused back then, and I always say yes. This ‘lil boy did not realized that he was burning himself down. II.…
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DECODE
Lost in these memories, Lost in these previous pages. When I am alone, I keep pondering like a stone from the grave, what have I done? I say. Felt like I cannot break away, Who knows? No one but me. There was once a happy kiddo enjoying all the happiness in the world, when suddenly,…
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Fire After the Cold
EDITORIAL: It was on September 10 when it happened on one speaking conference at Utah Valley University, in Orem Utah. Everything went so fast and the very founder of Turning Point USA went lying down after a shot. According to authorities and reports that were published on several online news outlets, the shooter was identified…
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A Mixtape of Love and Life: A Poetry Collection by Harly Melgarejo —- pt. 1
A collection of my written poems, part one.
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Running from My Shadow
There could be high and lows.Everyday is a beating, taking low blows over the liver, until I gasped for breath. Chasin’ my tail is my expertise, spinning thoughts inside my head,the deeds of yesterday, half- hunted me, almost half-assed dead. Dancing with the wounds, a threnody to make thereafter.Running from my shadow, yet still chasing…
Unspoken Words
A collection of unsaid realities, unknown to anyone.
Unspoken Words 