A broken melody
Holds a key
Deep within the chords
Of a rundown piano,
Where I used to play
A song of relief,
Remembering.
While browsing the pieces
Of my song book
I write.
Turning the pages,
Scribbling a note,
So I could bring back
A song,
That once played
The keys to my heart
With a resounding tone
As I recall every song
I have played
with my piano,
So blissfully,
So wistfully,
That I almost forgot
What it really means,
To be alive...
While performing,
While listening,
A broken melody.
















Devious Comments
Comments
Feeling everything, joy and suffering, and being able to express yourself is being alive...
Can't think of anything to say at the moment!
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To DO is to BE.
- Socrates
To BE is to DO.
- Plato
DOBEDOBEDO.
- Sinatra
~bahayngfilipino :devPinay-Pinoy:
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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ever wonder about PERFECTION?
if there is a perfect man,
women would love God less...
because they would love the man more...
yeah..., to be alive means to bleed and feel the pain of reality. it makes you feel that you are more human...
i really love your poetry!
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proud member of *LongDistanceLove
--
To DO is to BE.
- Socrates
To BE is to DO.
- Plato
DOBEDOBEDO.
- Sinatra
~bahayngfilipino :devPinay-Pinoy:
--
Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
Also, pianists are said to be good with their hands. LOL! XD
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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