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 Jan 2019 Toothless Nono
naught
Yata
 Jan 2019 Toothless Nono
naught
hindi ko naman
yata ikamamatay
kung hindi ko mahawakan
ang iyong kamay.
Oh yes, where to start….
          
                 A Kiss behind the ear
             trailing across the jaw
                  a light sweep of lips across lips
                       a catch of breath…

                               moving down….

Fingers tracing every move….
    soft wet kisses to the neck
           ….are you feeling the groove?

                 Slowly lips move from neck to chest
                             as they lovingly adore
              fingers lightly travel down
                                           eager to explore…

      Wet trailing kisses to the navel
               fingers circling around chest
      bringing forth trembling lightheaded sensations
                    lips against skin, pressed…..

                              Moving ever so slow….

                                        finger traces
                                           circling tongue
                                              lips adoring
                                                 wet embraces
                                             intensity flowing
                                          curling toes
                                        twitching muscles
                                      heart pounding
                                        breathless
     ­                                     out of body
                                            a second of clarity
                                              Sweet Release….

                  
                                   Good morning baby, shall we go on……..
~
© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
A little different for me, but it was fun :)
 Jan 2018 Toothless Nono
fufu
sometimes i wonder,
do you find solace in the
arms of another?
:(
daming alam//

habang sinusulat, nakaupo sa sofa sa sala, nag iisip.
bakit ganun?
sya pa rin?
ewan, palitan natin.

bakit nga ako nagsusulat?

san ba to nag simula?

siya kasi //

siya nanaman.

makwento ko lang sa inyo ang pinagdaanan ko noong isang taon at pitong buwang nakalipas.

ayos lang naman sana ako.

masyadong makulit, mapagbiro, maingay.
pero seryoso. //
di man halata pero, oo... kahit papaano.

siya naman,

masyadong madilim, yung tipong pag sa anime,
siya yung si senpai na di ka mapapansin kasi tahimik lang siya at gusto nya palaging mag isa...

pero gusto lang nya sana ng tamang taong makakasama.

doon ako pumasok sa buhay nya, dun ko ginulo ang mundong hindi ko sinasadyang wasakin.

kung dati rati'y screamo at ******* lang na musika ang bumabalot sa kanya,
nadagdagan yun ng matinding impact ng bunganga ko at malakas na halakhak.

kung dati rati'y mas matipid pa sya sa intsik ngumiti,
nakikita mo na syang humahalakhak na parang walang bukas...

****, that smile.

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED.

di nagtagal, di na pinatagal at nagtagal naging tayo.

Ang saya, ang lungkot, nagagalit ako, ikaw,
naaawa, nasurpresa, nasaktan, bumalik sa dating tayo...

strangers.

na parang di lang nating namalayang naging tayo pala?

//

tama na.

malulungkot nanaman tayo nang wala sa oras.

wala nang oras para malungkot.

dahil kahit anong pilit mo, di na mababalik yung oras.

kung saan, naglalakad lang tayo sa daan, tawa nang tawa,

napapaluha na sa....

*CTRL + A + Delete
this is the second tagalog entry i have. this is for him. please know that i still think about you. </3
(i)
You and I we sit here
Facing each other,
Looking deep within,
I can see my eyes, my nose, my knitted brows,
You say you see my soul. I don’t believe you.
Losing touch with reality, to keep holding on to you,
I look into your eyes, and you say,
“What did you expect? It’s the mirror, I’m just you.”

(ii)
I had always thought of reasons,
Reasons why irrationality should not be reveled.
Why I need the mirror, inside and outside,
Why I need my silence, inside and outside,
Why I need your company, inside and outside.
But at the end, what’s left of mine with me,
If not the revelry of my insanity.

(iii)
In company of me, I am kept,
Losing touch with my skin,
The need of outward existence slowly dimming away.
I see me, not my face, not my eyes,
Not the color of my skin,
I see what is yet shapeless,
A spirit barely contained,
Fired up in the company of Solitude,  
Dripping away into oblivion, slowly.
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