Pam (Kon)
Amateur Writer
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Young Child's Teddy
—You were 5 back then, as the sun began to shine in the delightful morning, you always had me wrapped between your arms. We amuse ourselves beneath the sunlight, with the beam in your eyes and alluring grin on your face.
Hope torn apart, and light lose its gleam.
The time came,
as you placed me at the corner of a gloomy quarter. I turned solid stone — numb, then you turned back on me while leaving in silence, pain swallowed me. Face was covered with shedded tears, and head bowed in sorrow.
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Have you ever been neglected, just like an abandoned Teddy?
-Pam
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Prisoner of Love
—What started as childhood friends ended up as a cage of love. It was just the two of us and our silly games. Time passed then we became high school sweethearts. I fell in love, you confessed.
That's how our story ignited.
By college we were sweet lovers. We had each other for inspiration and motivation. Through ups and downs. We were chained to the memories that we both made.
Unknowingly, you were slowly slipping away from me.
You decided to break the ties that kept us together. I thought we're each others end game, turns out that we already reached our end. And now you're free from the dungeon our story has made.—
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Covert Love
—“ I hope there is a chance for me to tell how much I admire you. “
“ I’ll keep waiting for the day you’ll tell me you love me too. “—
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Wondrous Dream
—“ I used to daydream the warmth of your palm as it brush against mine but now having you in my grasp seems surreal. ”
“ You’ve waited for me as I brace myself, and now, I hope this fortuitous fondness will long last forever. “—
A World on Pause
-Pam
As the time goes by in this world full of threats,
Humanity suffers in fear of death,
We smile for people with the grin in our eyes,
yet wariness cant be detach in people’s eyesight,
Young lady in agony and despair,
Remain your sanity, have spirit and be aware,
At this hour of insulation,
All of men and women must show a critical prevention,
Wash your hands for all of the worries to be gone,
Use alcohol for protection of what may come,
Wear mask to cover what's behind,
Stand by till the day of revelation of the humankind,
As we fold our hands hoping for a cure,
A chance to learn at this pandemic we have to endure,
Hear me out adolescent lady,
Be clever, attentive, and disciplined as you have to be.
She
-Pam
Words are hefty, At times,
it could be misty,
Yet she still listens to it,
For it makes her heart skip a beat,
Whenever she's in agony,
She'd look for it,
She, who's a fool,
Was she?
Now that the voices were gone,
She was enthralled,
Her soul has wrenched apart,
As those words are no longer available.
Muse of Memories
-Pam
You're like a blanket,
so pleasant as it covers my desolated body. Your presence is quite well to reduce my sadness during cold nights. You warmed my heart as I rest myself, escaping from the painful occurrences. With your arms that keeps on barring me from drowning. You're my armor in every battles I take and a shelter that secures me from the rainfall. You are discovering every tear that tears from my eyes. You restored the courage to my lost soul, Darling, you are the escape I desire in times of despair.
-Pam
Why is it preferable to choose a faithless dude
than choosing a devoted gentleman?
Adoring a man with an expensive auto than a guy
with a guitar and an alluring voice?
A debauchery bastard with nasty verbalism than
a fellow who had dreadful aspirations tn constructing poems?
and chasing a man who doesn't even wish for you
than a man who cherishes you more than himself?
Why do you need to close your eyes rather than looking above,
underneath the night sky?
—My point is, why would let a chance slip at the grasp of your hands instead of conquering the opportunity?
-Pam
Meet tn the ocean of sorrow,
where a forsaken maiden,
who was deceived by devotion,
who you left, with those flowery
words you ' ve stated,
along with those abandoned
remmtscences,
that can 't forsooth to neglect.
Meet tn the ocean of sorrow,
where a forgotten dantsel,
whds trying to escape,
from the pledges that' s tearing her down.
whös attempting to prevail from
the gloomy occurrences,
yet she was still sinking for
she's fragile and wasted.
Whereupon, I found myself
lookin' at the mirror,
and captured that,
the maiden in the ocean of
sorrow,
—was me.
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Photo from The Magnates- The Official Student Publication of College of Business Administration and Accountancy of MSU GenSan
About Pam
I’m passionate about creating poetry, stories, and other literary works. I love bringing fresh ideas to each piece I craft. I work on a commission basis and hope you find joy in exploring my creations.
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Photo taken by Yana Luriebel