Nowhere Can The Golden Light Stay
As night birds call softly to the sky
cicadas and crickets noisily singing
as the golden hour slowly drifts by.
Unexpected Life
Unexpected Life is an essay written by CesarR Banaag Jr and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Catharsis: Healing Through Narrative for the month of June Unexpected Life This is something I didn’t expect, Suddenly everything…
WAMPIPTE
“Piliin mo ang mga bagay na makapagpapasaya sa’yo. Life is too short para ma-stress kaya ENJOY LIFE!”
Mare Tama Na – Martina
Sa tanghalia'y hapag ko ang bigat ng konsensiyang pasan-pasan ng dib-dib kong naninikip.
Kailan sila titigil? Hindi ko batid.
Paulit-ulit, nakakasira, nakakapundi.
Sana
Pinili ko sana ang makinig sa iyo.
Pinigilan ko sana ang galit sa puso ko.
The Redemption
I live in darkness,
the shame of those early years.
Poets Out Of Service
Who tosses loose coins in their car ashtray anymore?
iPhones, smartphones, life is a video camera
ready to shoot, destroy, and expose.
No one reads poets anymore.
Poets Die
In fall, poets stretch arms out
their spines the centerpiece
on crosses on scarecrows,
they only frighten themselves.
A Single Note From My Heart
Minsan, tanggap mo nalang na lagi kang failure. Pero bakit? Bakit palagi nalang? Bakit ang iba ang saya-saya kasi nakuha na nila yung happiness nila sa buhay? Bakit yung iba, simple ang buhay pero napakasaya? Bakit ako? Nabibili ko na ang nais ko.
Sweet Heart
He’d seen it glint earlier
when a shaft of light hit
the open box.
As He Smokes
He tries to assure himself that he's not but he can't, all evening he cries himself to sleep asking why was he too much of a good thing and too terrible for a bad thing
You Have To Look
Perspective is everything. How many times do we ignore reality because it makes us uncomfortable? Sometimes we need to listen to the noise, and sometimes we need to see the obvious.
Mom’s Luggage
Unfortunately, a flood of water seeping in the basement of her old rambler home ruined the luggage set and they had to be thrown in the trash. She was sorry to see them go.
Puppeteers & Bunnies
Dress up your needs by all means in any style you like but remember not because you refuse to be a bunny you can’t eventually mutate into a puppeteer. We are not guitar heroes to play notes as they are thrown at us from others’ music sheets.
Fallen Leaf
If only thy could have seen,
Tears behind my smile,
And agony behind my veil.