Alnaver Baltazar Poems

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1.
The Paradox Of Time

Time can build
Yet time can break.
Time can hurt
And yet,
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2.
The Paradox Of Love

Love is like the horizon
You know it has an east and a west,
…and yet
You can’t tell where it starts, nor
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3.
Can We Measure Love?

Can we measure love?
It could have been easier if there's only a way to do it.
…If there's only an instrument that can quantify it
…If only there's a mathematical equation that can solve it
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4.
As The Moon Cannot Talk

Have you heard it yet?
The moon cannot talk!

Just as flowers bloom and wilt
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5.
My Thoughts Of You

All day long…
I thought about you…
Even when I tried not to,
I still thought about you…
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6.
Pen

As I touch her once again
I felt how much she freezes inside
The coldness seems to destroy her,
Isolation took-off the light she once owned.
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7.
Moon On The Water

I want to see the face
of the moon on the water,
Against the shadow of its soul
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8.
Home

And the wind blew again, and
I felt a sudden feeling of nostalgia,
I felt alive inside, yet
I felt the pain in the same way,
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9.
Kadenang Bulaklak

Paano ba?

Paano ba ang lumaya?
Lumaya sa mga bagay na
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10.
Borrowed

Why is it that people would usually yearn for something that they think they need? Why is it that people think that finding what’s lacking would make them complete?

When I was a little child, my world was as small as my understanding. Everything seems to be as simple as my happiness. Freedom was as far as I can run. Forgiveness was certain as soon as I finished crying. Trust was given as soon as I laughed. And love was as gentle as my mother’s caring heart. But as I grew up… the world that I knew was far different. The complexity that the people created in the world is far beyond my understanding. Happiness is as fancy as diamonds yet, as superficial as its value. Freedom was just as far as what I know and as distant as the power I possessed. Forgiveness is certain as soon as revenge was done or
pain and hurt has been inflicted. Trust is as volatile as the wind. And love was as rough as the sea in the storm or as sour as the lemon. Everything seems to be nothing but superficial.
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