I value silence,
as I long to value you.
I stand at the cross-way,
as long as my heels fall crude.
I stand in awe of virtue
and the nonchalant glance, oh self-aware.
I graze the reins of my misstep
only to falter with a croak unaware.
I dismay the tranquil uproar
of a deaf mind and a loud whisper;
only to fall back to an earthy rug
and watch you leave asunder.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC
"I have lost you."
The day it took for me to say,
"Nothing more in this life mattered most."
in effect I have realized what's important until
we can no longer continue as we are,
this is not true.
I have relegated in my self-deprecation,
only
How I miss you.
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 6:53 AM UTC
Is it really true?
My feelings for you became
a nostalgic rant.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
A lengthy poem has smaller hits
but the author can push through the gist
of inerrant musings of the soul
until he bleeds pus in the sole.
Never meant to cause any disturbance
unless my words bother you like flatulence.
to gain a thought is to make a mind queasy
albeit structuring words to poems is not that easy.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
There are more things, love.
that are more dread-forth than your
philosophical.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 5:49 AM UTC
A-abangan ang bukang liwayway dulot ng pag-ibig Mo,
Pupunuin ng liwanag ang takipsilim ng kabuohan ko.
Iparanas Mo sa aking muli ang Iyong dakilang gilas,
Bagaman taimtim, ang koro ng aking papuri ay wagas.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
A poem for you
Yields greater than what i spoke,
But your eyes said more.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC
I held my breath - nothing left.
Then shook her warm hand
that forever had began.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 3:23 AM UTC
It’s silly for me to trade
My worth for something made
Up just for a keepsake…
A keepsake paper trade route I adjourned
To pacify a need I had begun to forlorn.
Fashioned by the angst of my discretion.
Lo and behold! Here I stand my heart I made open
Know this, I never put up nor faltered a thought
Then again true colors sprung up revealed a dismay.
What I had longed for, I quivered…
Apparent of what I foreclosed…
For I will not resolve to disclose any matter.
Should I have to, I am welcome.
I am a lion, that’s what I am.
Yes, I may have faltered but never will I am.
I can only take the blame for the actions I had begun
And the hurt, I take it, from which had sprung.
But never will I lift a finger, once I know I am betrayed.
For I know the worth of a friend,
I was blinded by my self-dismay.
Settle your thoughts, my dear, for such resolution;
For I have placed God to be my absolution.
Distance plays disregard to known other virtue.
See me as I am and you’ll see me I’m true.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
Of things that could turn,
Over green fields I have learned;
Autumn broke a stir.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC