Sabi nila,kapag nahanap mo na daw ang tunay na pag-ibig ay nahanap mo na rin ang iyong langit dito sa lupa. Kaya't naniniwala akong langit din ang maghahatid sa'yo patungo sa akin. Pero naiinip na akong maghintay,at nanghihinayang sa bawat sandaling lumilipas na hindi ko man lang magawang hawakan ang iyong mga kamay sa mga panahong kailangan mo ng karamay.Na hindi ko man lang magawang damayan ka kung dumadanas ka ng lumbay.Alam kong katulad ko,pakiramdam mo minsan ay binitawan ka na din ng mundo.Kaya't patawarin mo ako kung sa mga pagkakataong nararanasan mo yan ay wala ako d'yan para ikaw ay aking ma-salo. Kung totoong ang pag-ibig at ang langit ay may malalim na kaugnayan sa isa-t isa,malakas ang kutob ko na tayo din ay iginuhit na katulad nila. Minsan na din akong nagtanong,saang sulok ng langit ka kaya naroroon? Malapit ka kaya sa araw? O marahil nasa tabi ka lang ng buwan,na sa tuwing sasapit ang dilim ako ay binabantayan.Kaya pala kahit saan ako magpunta ako'y lagi niyang sinusundan. Pero maaari din na ika'y kapiling ng mga bituin na kay daming nais mag angkin. Kay palad kong pagdating ng araw ikaw ay napa sa-akin. Kaya habang wala ka pa,ako muna ay magiging kaisa ng mga mabubuting kawal ng ating bayan. Makikidigma kung kinakailangan,ipaglalaban kung ano ang makat'wiran. Upang sa iyong pagdating ay malaya nating tatamasahin ang payapang buhay. Kaya habang wala ka pa ako'y taos puso kung manalangin sa ating may likha. Na paghariin niya nawa ang kabutihan sa aking puso bilang isang tao at higit sa lahat ay bilang kanyang anak , upang sa sandaling tayo'y pagtagpuin ako rin sa iyo ay magiging isang mabuting kabiyak. Hindi pa man tayo nagtatagpo,nais kung malaman mo na laman kang palagi ng aking panalangin. At habambuhay kong itatangi ang iyong pag-ibig na siyang dahilan kung bakit maka ilang ulit kong nanaising mabuhay. Nais kong ipagsigawan sa mundo na iniibig kitang wagas,ngunit mas mamatamisin kong hintayin ka at kapag naglapat na ang ating mga dibdib,ibubulong ko sa'yo na ikaw ang aking daigdig. Maghihintay lang ako,habang wala ka pa.




© 2018 Glen Castillo
All Rights Reserved.

Once on high grounds
not caring about a thing
now, I crave to be found
and care too much about everything
Once young and blind
now, I want to shine
but, I'm lost in my thoughts
I'm trying to escape
I can hear them calling
so I keep falling

Roses are red
Violets are blue
My heart is black
Because of you
You mest with
My heart and now
My head
I wonder if you
Will do anymore
damage
I guess we
Will have to wait
Until the
Very
End!

He sat on the couch
while she lay in bed
She stays up all night
while he dreams in his head.

She fights for him
while he works for her
He's confused why
She can't take it anymore.

She can't tell him why
because she has to protect
what she has left
and all she has left,

is the part that he made for her.
So instead of telling him what's going on
or that he could be in danger because of knowing her
he just thinks it's from the fever.

And she'll keep laying in bed
thinking of what's next,
while he sits on the couch,
loving her instead.

when
the
curtains
fall down
upon
the stage
time waste no time
because
deep down inside
is
where
the
hurt and pain resides
then
we
cry out
all
the
hurt and pain
until
the
clouds have no more rain

I don't ask for more,
I'm just asking for what I deserve.
Don't I deserve happiness?
Don't I deserve to be loved?
Don't I deserve to be understood?
I'm not flawless,
I'm a ****** head,
Because I know I'll get what I deserve,
And what I want.
But why I'm the only one,
Wondering if I'm not good enough?
Why me?
Why I'm never the one?

Time is a tedious force.

It is stubborn, practical and maddeningly precise.

It is unapologetic, and is not hindered by courtesy or spite.

It is free of want and of need.

It is fearless and has no rivalries.

It cannot be stopped.

It will not be rushed.

It will take every bit of it's self back from every last one of us.

It will succeed, whether we do or not.

There is no escaping it.

We waste it.

Take it for granted,

And deny it.

It is God himself.

Immovable-

Valentine's cards
Delivered on snow

Sparkles and hearts and sparkled red hearts
Have been painted with  ink
                                              that actually glows
Delivery van slowly departs
Escorted  above by families of crows
My  very own Valentine's cards
Delivered on icy snow
My heart is broken in 2 parts
Because you're a no show

The human is a desirous being;
There is always a mountain to scale
sprawling lands to be blazed
powerful wilds to be tamed
The **** for discovery does not fail

Yet what the human seeks is never found
The adrenaline does not last, and takes more each time to return

Why?
because what human seeks is purpose

That pure innocent smile,
Your childish face and that side profile,
Your silky hair and that perfect hairstyle,
Would never forget you.
**** I miss you!

The touch of your smooth skin,
That beautiful little chin,
Your blushy cheeks and that grin,
Still I adore you.
**** I miss you!

Those big dope eyes,
That ****** nose ,
Those size 7 feet and pinky toes.
Your medications and Ayurvedic dose.
Wish again to feel you.
**** I miss you!

Baby I still remember,
that freezy December,
The day we fell off the scooter,
Your ****** buggy computer.
Our first date and the perfect kiss,
That raining night we spent in balcony
When you burnt the toast and macrony,
That birthday card you made me,
Helping in projects and assignments,
You taking care when I got sick,
I recall all those perfect memories of you,
still there's a place for you,
**** I miss you!

I wish you would have waited,
I would have come back,
But I can't blame you,
It was me who needed the space,
The fault is my OWN!
So I am the one left ALONE! :'(

The bird sang hollow tunes
Of freedom and adventure
It wanted to fly and soar
High above the entire world
It’s voice warbled of wonders
And told stories of the seas
Because the bird didn’t know
Didn’t learn until too late
The consequences that came
When you clipped your wings
It shed its feathers one by one
Until it could finally fit the mold
It was now the perfect specimen
Of a bird tethered to the ground
The bird was a naive victim
Was of an age too young to know
That the green of the land
Was so much sweeter to see
Than that which lined the pockets
Of America’s corporate machine

You may not have all of me,
for all I cannot give.

But you can have the part
of me only you know
was hid.

You reached inside my
darkness and gave me back
my light.

You gave to me so easily
and held me through the
night.

You washed away the
doubts I had with every
gentle kiss.

And brought the kind of
passion I never knew I
missed.

You may not have all of me
for all of me I cannot give.

But you can have the part
of me that no one ever did.                                            Jon York   2019

Today I read the news on a captive,
He is sure he'll die, but I fight for him to live
Upon his captivity corruption thrives
Of love he has so much to give
We must for the redemption of his life strive

If I gave you my soul,
would you read each page.
Scribble notes of interest
and know me.
Would you take the time,
to help tape the seams.
Would you mend,
the fragility of my soul.
It tears and rips,
easily, emotionally.

Happy, ****, warm or cold
I can't change the story that has
already been told.

I offered my heart
Little by little
Piece by piece
You took it all
After you left
And now I must live heartless

I reminisce in your memory,
and I bathe in your melancholy,
fireworks battle above
with destructive love and beauty,
but I do not watch them...











because I like watching you instead.

Rain on me,
For I have been longing to be free.
Lost in my world, needlessly.

Rain on me,
For I am too tired and I need sleep.
This world is a herd and I cannot be its sheep.

Rain on me,
And show me the way.
This place is empty and I cannot stay.

Rain on me,
It has been too long.
I am sick and tired of pretending to be strong.

Rain on me,
I want to see the lightning pierce the sky.
As the thunder roars and the clouds fly.

Rain on me,
Let the winds take my mind to another land.
No one needs to know and no one needs to understand.







Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

Love (down)

I love you
And you will never hear me say
That I don't
I know
We are meant to be
I can't believe that you think
You're not beautiful
I'm sorry but
You are mine
You can never say that
I'm lying

Evol (up)

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

Why would I bring to you dead flowers, when I can put you among living ones.

"How are you?"

"I’m fine."

fine, fine like mother’s china,
breaking with a touch.
fine, fine like a fair maiden,
for whom only tragedy awaits.
fine, like the thread of life,
flimsy and anxious.
I’m fine,
thanks.

You opened me
tore me
broke me
all in one glance

You caught me
took me
kept me
in that glance

I couldn't see
couldn't feel
couldn't move
all in one glance

I stayed and
hoped and
prayed
in your glance

You changed me
along with
everything i knew
in that glance

I don’t care how
or care what you do
to make it happen;
I just told you
make me shine
so slather me in turpentine.

I want the sun to shrink
and the world turn dark,
when she’ll no longer rise
after she rests her eyes
upon my fiery spark.

I want the moon to swoon
and raise the tides
when he looks for the sun,
but instead
it’s my beauty that he finds.

I want the stars to bow down
and shower me in gold
when I shine brighter
and reach higher
than the stars of old.

I want storms to make
the world stir
when I walk upon
their earth,
no matter what it’ll take.

I don’t care
if it kills me;
just answer my plea.
I just want, so badly,
to shine,
so slather me in turpentine.

The universe loves a bad joke.

please excuse my miscommunication
I didn't need it growing up
all I needed was the consistent dedication
to escape from where I was

please look past my fragile heart
it grew in place of the stone
I don't care about my emotionless art
by to lose the few hits solid bone

reprieve the foundation I can never find
stability was never my forté
I seek instead for a solid state of mind
or at least that's what I claim

forgive me for my transgressions
they were not meant in vain
I don't live up well to expectations
I only thinly mask their blame

We are in a state of war, my friend

The trees are turning red

My mind are soldiers preparing for death

Their families, distraught, words left unsaid.

I'm in a state of war, my friend

I cannot keep on fighting till the end

The creatures in my head play jumbled words;

Not a soldier in my genes,

It's my reflection commanding enemies

Prepare for death;

I have given up my home,

Unto heaven, my martyred self.

soft melodies on the radio;
she’s got the rooftop down
brighton wind tangling her hair
fawn eyes wide with hunger

to see the way the sunlight kisses
the peach fuzz over her porcelain curves,
the thick brown lashes
over her tired-hooded-brooding lids

i will miss her small apartment,
the orange glow and that
lingering taste of cinnamon–
turmeric stains on her blouse

and i will follow her into the sea, knee deep
she will talk about the crash of the waves
too hard, too loud;
silent wind inside her insides