Ang tanging bugso
Na nakapagpakalma
sa puso'y, ikaw.
Katahimikang
gumising sa damdamin,
ikaw lang, mahal.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
Here you are again,
Caught and hauntingly scarred by
defeaning silence.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
Today, you can't cry
So you've put mascara on.
That's the strategy.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 8:59 PM UTC
Words that still resound
at the back of my head are,
"You don't have the right."
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 8:24 AM UTC
Exhausted, she runs
chasing the sunset that awes
and renews her strength
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 6:05 AM UTC
Busy streets, Noisy sirens
People rushing, dreams dying
A life of passion and perfection,
where did it go?
Fallen into an endless pit,
The world has swallowed
a young man's hope. To survive,
he merely lives to live.
But in between the anxiety
and weariness, whispered a still
small voice saying, "Rest in Me,"
in the mundane and in the unexpected.
He knew then that it's in these short gasps,
and fleeting seconds of idleness
that he found rest, and that was enough
for him to press on and continue.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 10:12 PM UTC
It's a Sunday night
I watch the flickering lights
Shoo darkness away
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 6:16 AM UTC
And in the stillness
Of it all, suddenly, waves
Of thoughts come rushing
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 7:11 AM UTC
To maunder on this dusky, dubious trace
where one becomes lost and is never found
again; deafening his ears from the sound
that cries for help how to flee from this race
Unworthy and obtuse, last is my place
but no one heeds, as a snow falls on mound.
Now tell me how to stand tall on the ground
as I start quitting on this hurtful maze.
But then, my Father soon replied, "My child,
come to my arms, I bring you protection."
From that I ascertained a Father's love mild
who hears and accepts my imperfection,
who dedicates His life just for my earn.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 7:09 AM UTC