To Silent Dads
But my love, it runs depends, silently, you see.
I toil and strive, day in and day out.
Dalawang Daan
Dalawang Daan is a poem written by Mary-Ann Bellong and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Stuck with Memories for the month of October Dalawang Daan Dalawang daan Halagang aking hiniling Pambayad sa edukasyon Pandagdag ng…
Intoxicated by The Darkness
Intoxicated with the night air, you feel like you could do anything and you wouldn't be judged. So you do. You sit in the middle of the road, you do handstands, and you let loose. It feels like you've been embraced by a warm blanket that is cool to the touch.
Gypsy Cabin Blues
Holding tight to her green and arid sierra shawls,
she peers over a fresco valley set in leprechaun gold.
Like a megalithic Buddha she rests on a boulder's shoulder
beneath a thulian sky lit by a gingerline disco sun.
Old Songs
I wanted to see all your old photographs,
so I could see you in the freeze frame,
when you were just a child,
& they called you by a different name
Like That Light Morning
There's not much of that,
now, out here,
where every form of solitude is flawed,
Faithless.
I miss her
I miss her. Good old Facebook took me down memory lane today. It brought up a video a friend made of me from high school. It’s pretty embarrassing but for some reason, it made me incredibly emotional. I felt this…
Yellows and Rainbows
Maggie, the white cat Yawns softly Rests on my tummy And sleeps. I stroke her fur. Feeling yellows And rainbows In my ribcage. I smile. The yellows And rainbows. They were blurred images Of memories I haven’t visited In awhile.
Sunset at Punta Fuego
This was taken last year at Punta Fuego, Batangas Camera Used: Mobile Phone