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Shield - Poems

Updated on July 7, 2017

Hello, dear Friends.

It's hard to have good internet connection around here these days like it was before. Please forgive me if I can't visit you as soon and as often as I want to. I miss you all!

I still writing though, even not as much as before. It is hard to not to. Sometimes, if I refused to put my thought into paper, it haunted me to bed and gave me restless sleep. Did anyone ever feel like this?

I wrote these pieces to be added inside the book which I'm trying to write right at this moment (while I have no time to write a book. Hhhhh...). This book telling story about a girl whose despised everything about love and emotional attachment but deep down inside she just desperately afraid to be in love and get hurt. These are the pieces she added inside her self report. And that's why I called this hub as "Shield". Since the poems actually a shield of her true feeling. A lies. A depand mechanism. A denial.

Well, nothing I love more than to know you enjoy these.

Thank you for reading and please forgive me for very long reply later. I don't want to be late in giving reply but between bad internet connection and life, I am helpless to do differently. I'm so sorry.

Freya Cesare


Forbidden Love

“I am yours, and you are mine.

I am you, and we are one.”

They cried

While I pried


I started to laugh

Gone all logic they used to love

Vaporized all anger they once adore

Don’t ever tell me I never gave you any warn

Since love was not the only thing I told you to wants

“I am yours, and you are mine.

You are me, and will always be.”

Enjoy, my friends

Please don’t give yourselves any shames

This choice of yours

Will never become ours

Don’t ever come to me and cry

I don’t have enough shoulders or sanity to even try

Since you and she will only

Relieving another painful history


Result of Infatuation

To bow down under the spell of infatuation love without logic

it's like surrender under childish relic

will doom one to the pain

if lover's embrace failed to become one's gain

Serenity no longer

doom inside hunger

anger, a loyal company

following by envy

then series of obsessions

become the only posesion

© 2012 Freya Cesare


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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    Gypsy Rose Lee: thank you very much. Have a nice day. :)

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    Always Exploring: Hello, Ruby. Thank you. Hope everything great with you there. ^_^

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    Writer20, it's happened sometimes with all of us. But I'm sure it will come back soon. Don't push too hard or it will become no longer fun. Muse hate pushy mind. Unless in my case though. hehehe. Thank you.

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    Myownlife: thank you. Indonesia have really bad internet connection which also expensive. But yes, I guess everybody have that problem. ^_^

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    Gypsy Rose Lee 5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

    This is wonderful poetry. Love the pics.

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    Ruby Jean Fuller 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

    Hello Freya, Missed you. Sorry you are having internet problems. Enjoyed your poetry. Take care. Be well. Write when you can..Cheers

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    Joyce Haragsim 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

    Great wonderful poem. Yes, I regret not beginning able to write very often. I used to write children's stories fast but nothing comes to me now, I wonder were my writers brain went and never came back.

    Voted up and beautiful, Joyce.

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    myownlife 5 years ago from london

    Internet connection is not only the problem you belong but all, I enjoyed your beautiful poem.