By The Poetess
KAGABI LAMANG.. May lugod nating tiningala pulutong ng buwan at estrelyang nakipagtaguan na animo’y paslit at sa tirintas nila ipinila, matikas na Kastilyong bantayog ng ating labis na pagsinta – ayaw kong wakasan sandaling iyon. KANINA LAMANG… Kay tamis mong [...]Read More
Isa, dalawa , tatlo Halika at tayo’y magtago Tagutaguan maliwanag ang buwan Sabi ko diba magtago tayo ng panandalian Pero bat nung hinanap kita wala ka na Wala ka na at iniwan mo akong mag isa Mag isang naghahanap kahit [...]Read More
I know you’re sad. All of a sudden you found yourself in an unfair situation — collecting all the broken pieces of your soul. I don’t know what is the reason for your unhappiness. Perhaps, people failed you, rejected you, [...]Read More
Our love was strong enough, But we decided not to fight for it; When it was leaving, We only held it loose, When it had left, We just let it go — Like we never had anything in common, Nothing [...]Read More
Chase me into the midnight sun and spoil me with your soft touch Let’s share a blanket under the heat of your presence inside this room. By Valerie Estrella Deeply [...]Read More
You are my favorite what ifs but maybes don’t guarantee a lifetime of feelings – nor does reality I am getting over the butterflies you’ve given me. In all of a sudden those fireworks are now ashes – flying away from me. And you are now a dust in the wind – An unrecognizable part […]
Second chance – they say it’s sweeter. But won’t it repeat the past? With the same people involved. Same attitude. We love redundancy except that we fall short with our inadequacy. We aren’t much yet for ourselves. How can we share it to others? Yet, here we are. Rewinding the same mistakes.
Make me fall in love with you in moderation because I can’t stop to want you more and more. I am recklessly loving you. Unstoppable heartbeats. Longings. Sleepless nights. Love makings. Those only happened in our minds. The alcohol of love is sinking into our beings. Make me sober in loving you. So I can never […]
You are carved in a stone for me to revisit you. A past that must’ve been my today but didn’t make it. Lost love – That’s what you are. Someone who’s remembered by chance. You’re ignored, but never forgotten. *** If you liked this one, please check out more of my work under Poem by […]
Only Trust the Ugly Writers
I can tell you that I only trust the ugly writers. Deep down, those are the ones who have earned their wrath. All the rest of them, the pretty boy and girl authors, screw them. Or, better yet, don't screw them. Get them all hot and bothered. Tell them you're hungry, the buffet table is looking pretty inviting, and leave them there, lathered up, grinning, in a hot cloud of their own fabulous bone structure.
- Steve Almond