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Krysha Oct 2020
Labimpito ako nang unang matutunan
ang kaliitan ng pag-ibig.
Madalas hindi ito bulalakaw sa dibdib,
bumubulusok at rumaragasa.
Hindi paputok o dinamitang pailaw
sa dilim ng kagabihan ng pusong isa.
Hindi isang maringal na pagtatapat
ng katipan. Hindi isang pangako ng
isang libong bukas sa oras ng ngayon.
Hindi mga bibig na tumatapos ng
pangungusap ng isa.
Hindi mga katawan na lumulutang.
Labimpito ako nang magkaroon
ng aso sa bahay.
Labimpito rin nang magsimulang
maglagay ng tisyu
tuwing naggugupit ng mga kuko
dahil sa takot na masaludsod ang tuta
kapag hinayaang tumalsik ang mga putol
na kuko sa kung saang sulok ng silid.
Minsa'y pag-ibig ay tahimik sa gilid.
Krysha Dec 2019
It was the arrangement of the stars
As i was brought in here
Sun in pisces
Oh, was it my fault 
I saw it end before it even began
i was saving two ends from tying knot
From damaged knits and sorrow
I felt it like you sense a coming
Tragedy or a storm
On a bright day in warm arms
I felt it in rushing heartbeats 
And in withdrawing tongues
That self-realization is on your front door
And later that night your
Atoms will soon be weary of mine
Must i be mad and blame 
That cosmic movement for
This piscean intuition
Must i be mad for i had not
Felt love as it was
For this heart was already in 
The crashing end, ready to free you
When you so willingly still 
wanted to be held
Had i not, Youd be the one 
to let loose while i was still in 
the comfort of your arms 
and id be the one to beg
Love me and my misery, again
But i dont intend to shame myself
On a bright day in warm arms
I saved two hearts from crashing
i wish that youre still in the same place that i am. Yung lugar na nanghihinayang, lugar na namimiss ka pa rin. Sana bumalik sa dati. Sana ako parin.
Krysha Sep 2018
We are nothing but
A passing thought in the mind
of the universe
like a child’s dream at night
that comes only to die at dawn
My teacher in Creative Writing asked us to write a tanka and i feel like sharing it, so here it is. :)
Krysha Jan 2018
Its feeling the undying urge in your system
And be unable to do anything
Know nothing about taming
Ignoring the awakening
Disregarding the thrills and the tingling
How do you cling to springtime dreams
If it now feels like delusional thinking

It's the sense of being lost
In the cabins of the found
the scent of uncertainty
in the lodges of the doubters
the aroma of confusion
In the quarters of the sure
How do we grow to like something
And grow later in life to hate it
Krysha Jun 2017
How can we dream by staying awake?
How can we get lost without being lost?
How can we keep a secret without keeping it?
How do we keep a dream burning?

All get lost but only some get to wander
We cannot keep a secret by telling someone
Just like how we cannot keep a dream burning
by being a living waterfall
"Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered and somewhere along the way the reality of life gets in the way and you're hit by the realization you cant be all you wanted to be, you just might have need to settle for a little bit less" this is a line from the book love, Rosie and it's just a perfect quote like it's an explanation for my poem. There are dreams that are meant to stay as dreams and nothing else.
Krysha Apr 2017
Towering buildings, 2-seater cars, Fancy things
A day in the city, a day in the real jungle
Uneasiness' drawn by my face
Where's my game-face on?
Krysha Feb 2017
People, most of the times ask me why I always write about the stars and moon and other related creations.  I too do not know why. Maybe because there’s something in their luminance that makes me feel nostalgic. Or simply because of the way they shine out there, giving a little light in our world and in the world beyond ours. Or maybe because it reminded me so much of something or someone. You’re the head turner kind of person, the kind who cannot go to school without his homework being done. The kind who’s great at everything. The kind who I never noticed thinking they’d stay. And then one day you stopped caring and I started noticing. I looked for you everywhere and finally found you in the pedestrian lane waiting for the red light to turn green, waiting for the things stopping you from doing everything you love to let go of you. Waiting for it to give you a go sign. There I saw at the rainy night of October how your eyes twinkle. I smiled at you and the stoplight turned green and you started walking towards my direction. You stopped right in front of me and smiled back. Then started walking again meter by meter until it became kilometer and I lost sight of you. I almost mistaken your eyes as stars. But even the stars are such an insult for those eyes. Darling, I’m sorry for not appreciating your brightness in the daylight. Now I know, you are the reason why I always write about them, the stars, the moon and the sun. They could never sum up to your brightness but they’re the least thing that could be compared to you. Teachers always tell us not to look at the sun directly because it can blind us. That was what happened I became blind to everything you do for me for you were too close, too shiny, too bright and too much so when you started drifting away that’s when I knew. Darling it’s so much more beautiful to look at you from afar even if it pains me to see you shine for someone else.

*(K.Cross)
When you asked me why I never said yes here's why youre just too much, i couldnt handle
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