Gazing on King Henry's corpse did we stand, Not a solider stood saluting, as his farewell shot, Satisfied faces stood there, no rose in the hand.
"Please do come to my home," Whispered the lonely spider To anyone who came by.
They paint magenta over black skies or pale blue over white clouds. Some painters dab their brushes in magenta skies others in clouds.
Believe in the miracles you can make. Don’t believe what they tell you.
Sana sa susunod ay ako nalang, ako nalang iyong magugustuhan mo. Ako na’lang iyong hanggang sa dulo ay makakasama mo. Hindi lang mula sa pagkamusmos kundi hanggang sa ikaw ay maging Lolo. Ako na’lang iyong pipiliin ng iyong puso. Ako lang ang siyang laging nasa tabi mo hanggang sa magwakas ating mundo.
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 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…
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
You told me of your dreams And I told you everything About joy and hurt and love gone dim You only smiled and pulled me near I still love that you were the one Who could chase away my fear
because when it comes to the sun to see its blaze its entrancing beauty its captivating form its comforting warmth its... it hell, it's all so worth it
An unkindness in the lure a conspiracy craving more I cannot adapt, I’m sure! in this insanity I adore the murder of the flock the hands of the ticking clock I cannot tell if this is reality or if it’s not
I still walk down lonely corridors hoping to find you on my next turn. You are never there waiting for me. I hear you whispering my name more often than I care to admit.