Essay About Erika P.                                                        Professor Joey Clutarioabe And Fresh Smell Of Pine Tree

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Macario, Erika P.                                                        Professor Joey ClutarioABE 3-2                                                                June 30, 2015What would I doIf people judging me the way I doIt affects my personalityThat sometimes I need to change reality.Reality that killing me softlyThat’s why I feel lonelyI don’t want this absurdityBecause I need to be happy.Macario, Erika P.        Professor Joey ClutarioABE 3-2        June 30, 2015Hot boiling water to cold-surfaced mugLike a big hug to a Baguio’s fogAromatic coffee with a fresh smell of pine tree Will jog you into a morning memoryBrown colored waterMakes your heart beat fasterCreamy-bitter tasteEvery drop you wouldn’t waste.Coffee in the midnightOffering a hot fightFresh smell of pine treesFrom a Baguio’s feastEcstasy for a pressured brainEverything was contained.PILLOW                                The inviting scent of pillow leads me to heIt appeared to me as fluffy clouds just above meReminding me the taste of my childhood cotton candyI heard the silent burst of air whispering to my earsAs it embrace all my worries and fearsCANDLEI smell the aromatic scent of a burning wax.Everytime I look at it, it gives me the way to do it againI hear crashing of bones when I open the lightYou fill the hot air as I hold itStays like jelly when it’s meltedELECTRIC FANYou will never wanted to get wounded by its sharpy edges of fansEven the eyes cannot catch the speed of its turnsGiving concentration to its product of airMouth watery smell of adabo coming from the pantry.