A child begging to be with his dad,
Ride a bike going to the north,
Where her cousins are there.
Sitting in the front,
She saw her dad's hands getting calluses
from an hour biking,
Still seeing her dad with happy smile,
and she don't know why,
Maybe because of the smooth road they're taking,
or the pastures they're passing by,
Trees swaying so as their hair
As they contradicts the direction of the windy day,
The ways are getting longer,
But she let her eyes to freeze on the right side,
it passes beautiful sceneries,
enough not to get boredom,
Getting to the place,
She sees her father, though tired from a long ride,
Lots of stories to talk to her grandmother,
While she plays with her cousin,
This child step
on becoming years older than before,
Realizing that memory as more than anything,
to be treasured
now she misses her dad
while she's away from them,
working for long hours
not getting enough pay,
planning to get farther to them
to earn more than enough
But whenever I gets back to that time
where I used to beg to be with my dad,
I now know why happy he is riding his bike,
I just like to be a child again and go back home now.
-A.M.
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 12:03 AM UTC
I am not organized as what you expect,
I am forgetful, I'm not good in directions,
I easily get scared, I am sensitive,
I am a slow learner depending on what you're telling me,
I make promises I unknowingly break,
I'm afraid of being left,
I am emotionally battered, abused,
I curse, I fall, I break, I get tired
-A.M.
May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 2:59 AM UTC
People whom I used to be my favorite
when I was a child,
They treat me to places I never requested but I loved,
I rant and got mad when things I wanted
doesn't come around
I miss the alphabet charts,
my mom taught me a lot,
She keeps so many foods in the fridge
told me she will give me one for the right answer,
beat my hands to make my cursive writings right.
I miss my elementary days,
way back to when the rain is still predictable
as well as my dad,
I know he's already on his way,
driving a bicycle cab
with a raincoat I don't like to wear in his hand
going to me,
I'm ashamed, my classmates might laugh at me.
As time flows in my life,
too much wisdom creates a vast space for sadness in my heart,
Maybe I didn't learn how to use it wisely,
Now I get lonely oftentimes
without knowing the roots why it's crawling up.
Now I know there are beatings that aren't meant to hurt,
I learned to dance the pen on a messed paper,
spilled every words in right position.
Now I know why I should wear that coat on,
Rains are beautiful yet we should not be fooled,
they sometimes become bullets
while coats are bullet proofs.
Now that I get older,
I regret I didn't look back well
to when I used to be a kid
just spinning myself in happiness
brought by the smallest things
I don't appreciate that much now.
-A.M.
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 1:35 AM UTC
In the dark,
In pain,
In sorrow,
I see you walking beside me,
Catching all my tears away,
Turning it into pearls,
Telling me my worth,
But having you is more worth than this.
In the rays of light,
In healing,
In happiness,
I can't see your sadness anymore,
As I look into your eyes,
I see brighter days with you,
Rainy weather may intrude,
But we will just dance in the midst of it.
-A.M.
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 2:44 AM UTC
Everyone tells me I have no luck in love,
cursed as well.
But you came as a blessing,
will be my heart blessed, too?
-A.M.
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 2:33 AM UTC
Head up high,
at the cold cerulean,
constellating my fervent prayers,
with no stars included,
sweetly encountered a canorous disenthrall
sang by the only dove
I saw at the sky.
-A.M.
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 12:23 AM UTC
Tonight,
I saw the moon,
At night,
I talked 'bout doom,
Alright,
Someday I'll be right
in his eyes.
Almost perfect,
but no,
I'll strive to be the light,
and to fight
for what I need to be
that you want me to be.
And tonight,
I stare at the moon,
At night,
I told the moon,
Please whisper to his ears,
"She loves you from me and back."
-A.M.
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 11:14 PM UTC
I pray for a lucid dream tonight,
In a sky colored carpet floor,
Seasoned with bluish tulips
on the ground,
In a pure white long dress,
decorated with pearls,
with happy people beside,
Seeing tall pine trees,
With a calming cloudy weather,
Bits of sunshine
that balances the mood of the setting,
Singing behind the white cottony curtain,
Someone's listening
and waiting for me,
Curtain opens,
Ended the song,
Take down the microphone,
I see someone from a bit distance,
A sudden music played,
That made everyones happy tears fell
and touched,
I walk towards where the man is,
Blurred, but as I go forth to him,
Little by little,
He is getting clearer
From afar, I know
That it is you,
Waiting,
At the end
Of the altar.
-A.M.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 4:22 AM UTC
Sugar turns into salt
whenever you sprinkles it
to my heart
Words became knife
whenever it is written
by your mind
-A.M.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 3:30 AM UTC
Under the sky is a girl
Looking at the stars,
Gazing at their beauty
as she opened her window,
And when she sat on the bed
She felt worried and confused,
About what tomorrow may bring
Lullabies of crickets,
Deafening the silence
Of the night that howls for that time
Chirping of birds
While the trees are swaying,
How will she dance thru the wind?
Darkened room,
Colder night,
No blanket, just what she wore
Typing every words
That fills up her mind,
Until when will be
the last drop of her tears?
Her sweetest smile,
Is her biggest cheer,
Look into her eye,
Hears the loudest cry
But she will just turn it
into a poem,
and tone it for a song.
-A.M.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 12:01 AM UTC