Fingernails grow fast and clear Eye-catching pieces for a chandelier Put some rings or a golden pierce The ceiling is sure to be a centerpiece See the chains of the rib bone clock Hear it crack with every hit of the rock That leaves a space for the next flock As thunders ring the final… Continue reading Eclipse, Eclipse
Category: Poetry
Malayo ang tingin Abot hanggang langit Binabagtas pala Alaalang kapos Napupudpod na nga Suwelas ng suot Na tanging sapatos Pero tuloy pa rin Malayo ang tingin Abot hanggang langit
Isang daan ang tinatahak, Pantay ang tingin ngunit sa huli Didiretso, kakaliwa, kakanan Halimuyak ng karanasan ang binabagtas
Affliction
Love Poem (1)
How I wish, somehow, someone writes a poem while thinking of me How I wish that the next song to play is mine to keep Selfish All pretty things happen in fairy tales And today's not that time to write myself one Pity Yeah, quite pathetic at first But helpful, refreshing at some intervals Still, how… Continue reading Love Poem (1)
Life Library
Do you have the list? Red, black, and blue inks all over. A book that's full of all their names. Who? Those people who came, left, loved you. Oh, there's no list. Do you simply remember everyone? Even the minute line across their faces, The path of each tear drop or The smile that faded… Continue reading Life Library
Leaving No Trace
Is it even possible to leave without any trace? Maybe it is the time to say goodbye Soften the blow of an unexpected break Lessen the touch, even a simple nod Keep the smile but it may deeply scar the heart Still, maybe with this, leaving is possible Erase the moments slowly from the routine Say… Continue reading Leaving No Trace
Isang Hibla
Saranggola, nag-aabang sa hangin Ihip, hinga nang malalim Pinipilit isabit sa lubid Buhay na unti-unting napapatid Ibubuhol na lamang sa iba Para maipagpatuloy ang diwa Ihip, hinga, halinghing ng pangungulila Alaala ng kalayaan, ng kabataan Ngunit ngayon ay isang hibla na lamang Pinipilit isinasabit sa lubid Buhay na unti-unting napapatid
Daily Clutch
Memories flash for the person leaving the room on the East Wing Clutching the ends of the last string connecting A to B Of spaces and stories, of friends, lovers, and miseries Looking for the perfect rhyme, opening the door to a great line Praying for the light to come and stop the flight Of… Continue reading Daily Clutch
Let it Be
I'm trying, writing Writing yet dying Every word that comes out Slashes my throat, Heart beats, beasts Dark stories, Endless memories
