Bawat isa sa atin ay may nakalaang oras .... Oras na nagbibilang ng mga sandali natin sa mundo ... Oras na patuloy na umiikot kasabay ng pag-ikot ng bawat kapalaran ng tao.
I spent all Sunday morning Shredding Polaroids from Last night, almost wanting To save some.
And the winds of the night that are ridden By the things that are old without age. Far beyond a mere man’s understanding, I have been to all places of dread.
That moment when I looked dozens of soldiers - just like me – running inside the building, And I froze. My legs didn’t move. My mind couldn’t make sense. I stayed back.
It is a feeling of possessiveness. The idea of having that person is totally joyful and you never care about what really is reality. Keeping that person within your reach is one thing that you first establish.
In the state of nothingness, where were you, and where was I ? There were no crying babies there, were they?
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..…
I’ve been into this battle for so long Until now I still don’t know if I’ll win or not But one thing is for sure At the end of this Tears will surely flow I wanted to fight for you
Mingaw sa Sigaw is a tagalog short poem written and shared by Arthur David San Juan for The Ugly Writers under the theme Stuck! for February. MINGAW SA SINGAW Ang sakit na ‘piniit Ng talulot ng impit Na…
Tomorrow is not promised and we don't what will happen and that makes life worth living for
The “One, Two, Three Deluxe Pay Toilets” which although cost more than most other pay toilets was distinguished by its cleanliness, attendants, extra soft wiping paper, newspapers and magazines in every stall, a small buffet supper, moisturizing cream, lounge slippers, and an ingenious system of pricing that pay toilet companies had until his time not thought of; discounting, depending on what your business was.
Pull out that photograph. Do you see the faded dots of tears all over your face? Can you count the number of dots or how many times each dot was remade on that photograph? Stop. Your train has arrived.