And I can't get over you. I cannot just erase you in my mind. I cannot just unlove the spirit that lives in your chest, and just like how you vanished, I cannot convince myself that you were just a mirage from a lucid dream.
now we're talking in the most subtle of ways we're waiting for when we'll be together for a night
Resorting to solitudinous to find solidarity. To find that time doesn't wait for anyone. And certainly not me.
My last memory Is of a dandelion blown away squirrels running up a tree And ducks racing in a big pond
Isang araw nakilala kita. Hindi na ako sanay pero ako’y buong pusong nagpakilala. Hindi pa ako handa pero ako’y nagpakita. Tapos kinilala ka pa. Nagbabakasakali lang naman.
Now that she is halfway here, the distance decreases and, the giant saucer of the horizon doesn’t reach in, but flips itself knowingly.
Speak people, speak. Raise your voice to the highest peak. Wake up dear fools, our Government will not mourn for us But we’ll lament to know, they were the ones pulling the trigger toward us.
Bawat patak ng pagmamahal sa puso ko, na hinding hindi na makakarating sayo.
Hindi na ako ang babaeng kakapit sa mga pangakong itaga man sa bato / dahil kung tutuusin ang sarap ipukpok ng batong yan sa ulo mo. Hindi na! Kasi tanggap ko na! Tanggap ko na wala ka na. At hindi na ko muling babalik pa.
Her heart is fragile, not because it is soft, nor weak but because it has known so much pain and is ready to dive into anything that looks like love.
Ang Bahaghari is a spoken word poetry entry written and shared by Jelyn V. Chavez to The Ugly Writers with the theme Pandemic for the month of April. Ang Bahaghari Sakuna, kaguluhan,kagutuman at sakit gawa ng isang epidemya..…
Tila kay gandang isulat ng iyong kwento na kung saan ay sisimulan ito sa panimulang, "Isang araw, sa lugar na nabubuhay ang mga nag-iibigan ay naroon ang ikaw at siya."