We Are Queer Geese
Our honks and hiss transform
Rebellious riots into pride parades,
Peer-pressure shame into defiant love,
Fragile weakness into gorgeous strength.
Far Away
If you see me on my knees,
Will I still feel your kiss?
I wish you're only a call away
Maybe not today but someday
Looking Down On Me
Maybe the moon is looking down at me
Convincing to be radiant as I can be
Asking me to never take a rest
And keep on doing my best
Raindrops
Raindrops is a poem written by John Marc Cruz and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Terrible Ideas for the month of July. Raindrops Stuck, In the middle road. Sky’s discharging its emotion. And maybe I…
Time Doesn’t Heal
They say Time heals all
But that’s never true,
Time disrupts it further
Taking me away from you…
Hometown
I left my heart
where other roads lead to majestic caves
where I first heard of shamans and unicorns
yet I've never seen one; only felt them
frying the egg yolks of yesterday
You told me to grow a backbone when you were the one using your pain to shatter me
Instead of breaking the cycle that wounded you,
00:00 Hours
I made it at 00:00.
Since there are no deafening sounds from monsters trying to destroy me. There is no light bulb forcing me to write about you. Lastly, I made it since my soul endures the pain without you.
Death has always been interesting
Bare fingers stretch the feeling-bands, the poet poseur, Bakes his poems on a fire, he says, that blanches his heart:
A fire that blanches his heart, makes breathing hard and feeds his art.
Songs of the dead
Their wise songs have gone, dashed against cliffs. Wiping off dewdrops from grass lips, the day stretches till its grayness splits. A bird sings from a branch. Both are plastic.
IF Only
If only we can be true to ourselves And say what is in our hearts Then maybe we could say That we are truly happy and free If only we can be strong and brave In wearing our hearts in…
LET GO
When joy comes in your life Let it rest in your hand Like a dainty butterfly But hold it not As one day it will pass When sorrow comes a-visiting Receive it with open heart Look at it with…