eda-cumbao
I learned about poems in a subject activity but I was never interested in it, thinking that poems were boring (I was just kid though) but a friend of mine, who was into writing poems, introduced me to the beauty of it. I never knew poems could be colorful and interesting -- especially when you write them. / / But even before I understood the world behind poems, I was already submerged in the world of paperbacks and hardcovers (or pocketbooks) with fantasy and adventure being my favorite genres. And even before books and poems, I was already into art -- specifically drawing. / / For some reason, I'm in love with words and stationary, besides books. Whenever I encounter a new word or a smooth-handled lead pencil, I feel a little bit of euphoria. And paper, do you love the feel of smooth paper under your fingertips? Doesn't it make you want to keep it? / / Well, in short, I'm interested in peoms, books, and art. It's nice to meet you.
It is she you greet in mornings bright
Lest to you hard luck has laid favor
She who brings forth a view of new light
And lets you carry an up tilt lip
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
It is she who is hidden within
And speaks through eyes of ocean water
For the plump, pink kissers sealed so thin
Sworn to keep all the painful matter
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC
To color a breeze
that brings bitter memories
a resounding blue.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
It is he who with you can withstand
All the fights and fears within your hand
He is not power, but he is your strength
Which in all beings varies in length
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
There, in the corner just hidden from sight,
'Tis a location only you can see.
Come, take a break; hold off your plight.
Why not let go for a bit--be cheerful, be free?
Take the chance and walk past the open door
with hope in one hand and freedom in the other.
What you see past it shall make you doubt,
but know that this world is one you never knew about.
There, under your feet shall lie a yellow brick path
with no house, no creature or a scarecrow in sight.
From point zero 'til the horizon shall be long green grass.
Golden road in front and behind with vast meadows left and right.
Hear the birds chiro and the insects cry, hidden in the grassy lush.
Feel the winds form breezes that caress the endless plains.
You shall see no raging storm or a prowling beast in the peaceful hush.
So in your heart, there shan't be ire or sadness that remains.
Before you realize, scenes of reality creep in from the door.
Though you run to escape their colors that devour, colors of real life.
It follows in a slow, unstoppable spill--with duty and hardship in store.
When you look forward, a linear passage cuts open as if by a knife.
Still, at the end is another way back out,
and there are only two choices you will see.
One is to go back and the other is cry and shout.
But there are two others, if you would come and look closely.
The third is to go back with a defiant will,
a choice to observe and form a hidden solution.
While the fourth is to forever gaze beyond the window sill.
To live in that hidden corner, mind and body in eternal separation.
Pick any one of the four if that's how many you see,
and when you have decided, you should take responsibility.
There is no rewind nor is there turning back
for reality is subtle in its confidence to show you what you lack.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
Just a day more
Just one more day.
Until the next moon appears in this dark hole
--in this black line.
Stay with me
and keep me safe.
All the monsters come out when I'm alone.
So now that you're here,
stay with me
and keep me safe.
Just one more day.
Until the next moon appears in this dark hole
--in this black line.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 3:41 AM UTC
It was he who cast the iron spell
That breaks only from a broken heart
If in his flowerbed trap you fell
Be prepared to set truths and lies apart
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
Stay still as a stone.
Do not move a muscle
Even if a crab's claw crawls up you.
You must. Stay. Still
and listen.
You have been wanting me, I know.
You have been wishing me,
needing me,
sleeping with me
-- Do not take me as if disgusted
-- I know you do.
But how can you have me
when you call in an angry voice?
when you try to touch me with sinful hands?
when you yearn for me through deaths and deceit?
You cannot cry, must never.
I will not love you, for I love flowers and pillows
not guns and dynamite,
I love the gentle and the kind
not the liars nor the swine,
I love forgiveness and humanity
not revenge, not cruelty,
For I am, and I truly am, peace.
You have been wanting me, I know.
You have wished me,
needed me,
slept with me
even with all your lies and all your sins
on the ground beneath you,
and the air around you
But I will not listen to your calls.
I will never let you touch me.
I will walk away from your yearning
lest you try to be what I love.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC