They were always made to become shadows to be discarded by the string pullers
Daan-daang silid ang napuntahan, Walang tinagalan; lahat pinagsarhan. Nakakapagod 'no?
Back in time apart from the hate A black man's pride fought like lions With a pack of wolf's in sheeps coat
My mind feels like a bustling street market. People are walking past each other. Their footsteps unrhythmically beat the ground.
It probably seemed like a good idea at the time. Even today, when most of our history as a nation was much closer to oppressor than downtrodden, it makes us blush with unvarnished pride.
Saksi ang kanilang mata marinig ng dalawa nilang tenga ang matamis na pwedeng maganap habang binabasa ng bibig na naka-buka ang bawat pangyayari sa liham kung gaano mo ako mapapasaya
Her Strong Heart is a poem written by Khazran Khan and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Entropy: Overcoming Destruction for the month of July Her Strong Heart Today let me narrate a tale, A tale…
We buried our dreams beneath a wreath of daisies freed from their chains to mark the grave temporarily.
May mga pagkakatong nanaisin kong huminto muna saglit. Pwede bang panandaliang pumikit Nakakapagod na 'rin ang mag-isip Kailan ba babalik sa dati ang paligid?
Today, I am letting you go as I free myself from the phantom bond that binds us.
I could feel a glare directed at me. I smiled then I snapped my fingers three times while chanting some words. The room suddenly became vibrant and I was staring at only one person now.
It was a little more work. Actually, it was a lot more work. Really, I had to do all the work. Since I haven’t gone to the gym since the coronavirus started maybe a little more work is a good idea. I have a doctor’s appointment on Monday morning, and this will give me a little ammunition.