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"As a child I have always loved reading poems. Now an adult, found a haven for writing such too. Especially in the form of elegy. One of my poetic genres in poetry."
Lester has a Bachelor's degree - BS in Office Management. Into the field of Administrative Support. Fond of freestyle swimming, reading current event digests, and listening to various artists/podcasts.
To leave his own quotable quote in this Wonderful World one day:
"The real meaning of life is to simply give it meaning." – Mark Lester De Leon
An ENFJ who lives everyday base from his existentialist perspectives. He is currently based in Malolos City.
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Late Night PoetsH o r r e n d o u s
Lately I'm amazed by how scary it is to exist
That almost everyday we have to work for us to feed
Not so long ago when childhood self was forgotten
Now it boils down to things still left unaccomplished
Publishing a book at least in my middle thirties
Us swimming in Lanikai or seeing the Hollywood Sign
Or be lawfully wedded at the New York Bethel Church
If the person of my dreams is alive
Only I can wish to the glares and gleamers of that afternoon sun
And how beautifully lonely it is to imagine nights likes this
To say that your not dead; or not even imaginary
When we make love on that floorboard
All my dysphoria exposed, unraveled, and unfold
Now facing every crisp and hazy mornings on my own
Luckily there is music to kill infinite time
Unfinished novel pages; aging song lyrics to work out
And monthly visits to this townhouse where Plowy grew
To survive while enjoying writing like how Henry David Thoreau did
Who only lived 48 years but still is alive
On his writings, just like how you are to me.
It is horrifyingly horrendous to live without you
But I'll stay alive like how the night wind howls
Whispering I'm just here above, looking after you
Until we meet again my dearly beloved.
That almost everyday we have to work for us to feed
Not so long ago when childhood self was forgotten
Now it boils down to things still left unaccomplished
Publishing a book at least in my middle thirties
Us swimming in Lanikai or seeing the Hollywood Sign
Or be lawfully wedded at the New York Bethel Church
If the person of my dreams is alive
Only I can wish to the glares and gleamers of that afternoon sun
And how beautifully lonely it is to imagine nights likes this
To say that your not dead; or not even imaginary
When we make love on that floorboard
All my dysphoria exposed, unraveled, and unfold
Now facing every crisp and hazy mornings on my own
Luckily there is music to kill infinite time
Unfinished novel pages; aging song lyrics to work out
And monthly visits to this townhouse where Plowy grew
To survive while enjoying writing like how Henry David Thoreau did
Who only lived 48 years but still is alive
On his writings, just like how you are to me.
It is horrifyingly horrendous to live without you
But I'll stay alive like how the night wind howls
Whispering I'm just here above, looking after you
Until we meet again my dearly beloved.
In Loving Memory of Martine Del Castillo
I will wait for you in our next life.
© , Lester GutierogriefhopelovereminiscentI will wait for you in our next life.
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Dear Martine
I wanted to end this loneliness
By taking my own life
Oh why, why, why, I have to live without you
When you are everything to me
Its not normal to imagine myself
Soaked in the bathtub on my own blood
Pale red because they have been so lonely
Flowing in my veins, screaming your name
Every day that God has made
Can't let go of the beautiful thought
That there's more to life than now
Like why I keep breathing my own air
When you have no choice but to live
Inspite of the fast-paced routine
Your goals has given you
Martine... please just take me with you
By taking my own life
Oh why, why, why, I have to live without you
When you are everything to me
Its not normal to imagine myself
Soaked in the bathtub on my own blood
Pale red because they have been so lonely
Flowing in my veins, screaming your name
Every day that God has made
Can't let go of the beautiful thought
That there's more to life than now
Like why I keep breathing my own air
When you have no choice but to live
Inspite of the fast-paced routine
Your goals has given you
Martine... please just take me with you
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Cold Life
Baby it's cold outside
26°C at a tropical country
With cross roads I have to walk barefeet
As they shattered my glass heart
Now I'm cold-blooded
Focus on filthy rich and famous?
No more defiance nor vengeance.
Still they'll do anything for status
26°C at a tropical country
With cross roads I have to walk barefeet
As they shattered my glass heart
Now I'm cold-blooded
Focus on filthy rich and famous?
No more defiance nor vengeance.
Still they'll do anything for status
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Everlasting,
Saw you in my peripheral vision
And I cannot fake it, yes
You made me embrace my feminism
Unforgettable, that's what you are.
And I cannot fake it, yes
You made me embrace my feminism
Unforgettable, that's what you are.
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