solitude

head wrapped with a red towel
hair soaked wet from shower
desired to freshen up once thinking

sat down in front of the computer
then trying to cross the legs
moving its finger with the keys

building words from fantasy
desired to cure the solitude
that's teasing since yesterday

the woman--confused

there's a woman confused about life

and it's love that made her bewildered,

stupefied hiding its secret unknowingly

the world has seen it as it is curved

in her face so full of apprehensions,

questions about the uncertainty

of this life she called confusion

cycle of life

do i have to write about the pain?
about that grievous trouble?
that tribulation, the misfortune?
were the road is leading me

no i will not, but i will about hope
for i will recover; that, i desire
there is no such thing as forever pain
for life is a cycle, it circles round

like a train, it may stop every station
and susceptibilities are in all sort
as we go along with our drive
here, in this cycle of life

the story about love

buot kong sulaton kadtong panagtagpo
sa duha ka gugma nga andam mudawat
sa kaparutan sa ilang kaugmaon
ug sa walay duha duha mapahiyumon

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I wish to write about the meeting
of two lovers who are willing to accept
the misfortune of their future
and without a doubt their smiling

hcalumarde:)

in the future

didto unya sa sunod natong panagkita
uban ko ikaw sa walay katapusang kalipay
atong saw-an ang katam-is
nga ikaw ug ako ang magdimdim

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there in our next meeting
i'll be with you in the never ending joy
and together we share the sweetness
that you and i will savor


hcalumarde:)

the happy ending

dili kini ang katapusan
dili kini ang panamilit
dinhi lang ako maghulat kanimo

pahiran ko ang akong mga luha
ug dili ko ikaw kamingawan
ako kanang ipasalig kanimo

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this is not the end
this is not the goodbye
here i'll wait for you

i'll wipe all my tears
and i will never miss you
that i can assure you


hcalumarde:)

i wish

the charm that i used to have
vacate and left my heart empty

now i'm inside this abyss
i couldn't decide

i'm in solitude,
i find myself deserted

i wish a gorge of love
flows over me

i'm hopeful
i'm not yet in despair

someday
i'll gain back my risibility

early morning blues

the morning has come
with no sun to avail
and the clouds are still sleepy
to unveil the new page of another day

agitated, in the sense of trepidation,
i have lots of apprehensions
i desired a fight
even without their recognition

i wish to calm down
be contented
and embrace happiness
before the day could end

phlegmatic

sleepy head
drowsy eyes
lethargic as i am
i feel lazy
i am phlegmatic

i wish i'm with him
to be stormed
as i put on the sash
the storm window
that can swing me away
with no annoyance
from my mind
i decline

with you

i will not promise
but i will write
as much as i can
here in my heart
you'll never be forgotten

since life is a work of art
i hereby sketch you
in words that i know

i will make you alive
that even in your absence
i'll still be standing here
to see and embrace
the past that i spent
with you

Journey with Lucy

in the darken room we hold
the imperceptible light of the candle

blackout must have taken away
the light that we borrowed to see

insufficient oxygen
for us to inhale

determination moved us
to travel along with the past

the ten-day journey
the recollection

the walk, the climb
the talk, the laughter

on foot we go
back to our memories

that has lead us to know
what has happened
and what is coming

this life may bring us
someday in the future

the journey with Lucy
thus taken only
in the classroom with me.

they didn't know it's real meaning

anger, fear, envy, jealousy

what more do they know of me?
what else do they want from me?

isn't it me who knows what is best?
isn't it me who can tell how i really feel?

yes, i feel disappointed, frustrated
i resented why they judge me more
and not knowing me instead

i could have been open to them
i could have told them
that i need understanding
than the judgments
they throw against me

how sure are they to know?
that i doubted and i regretted
from the fact that
they didn't know its real meaning

Lucy

Lucy the light , my light
you who belong to sky of diamonds
that made you as brilliant
as it is -- you are
who embrace the darkness
you encounter
and savor the pain you undergo
in your journey
they all made you stronger
and bring you to light
as i am now looking up to you
how can i be like you--strong, tough
and never fail to adjust
at whatever changes may come
wonderful Lucy like diamonds
polished by the past
and by the nature of time
that desired to tear you apart
but never succeeded
for you're unbreakable
i am dazzled

the seed

the seed will sprout
enough to carry a nest
of birds that may fly
beyond the clouds
while you and I
sit down at its foot
of the former
grain that we planted
our hairs maybe white
but our love is never fading

Should I?

should i say hold me?
should i ask you to love me?

what should be the right thing to say?

yes, i want you near me
for my life is hell
without you loving me

memories i dreamed about

i miss the times we've shared
the kisses, the hugs
and the teasing we've made
in the bed we call our own heaven

but now it's fading--
you hardly see me and my cravings
now i'm lost without the caresses
and the romances once told to be ours

hopeful we have the old pages again
and read the thrilling words
of "i love yous"
that makes me warmer
while we're on our way

but those...
will just be memories
i dreamed about

The wicked witch

The wicked witch has fallen
when he desired to catch the silver shoes
but never did he succeeded
when the girl turned toward her
and pour down the water
he never expected to be the answer.

Poor witch,
now he's just a memory.
He's just melted away with
his greed and avidity
for power to procure the girl
he longed to have as his possession.

Morning Blues

cool morning
cool thinking
collecting memories
from the dreams
i had in my sleep

cool beginning
a terror in the end
just like the rain
that falls simultaneously
with my tears

hardly recognized
deceived by the smile
my face is wearing.