mother,
i am starving.
the chicken you've carved
is half eaten by your husband,
five-sixth's by my half brother, and
one thirty-second's each for my brother and my sister.
you have eaten the rest.
can i please have something to eat mother?
extend to me the food you've prepared with your hands because
mother, i am starved.
Oct 18, 2024
Oct 18, 2024 at 8:55 PM UTC
I had a dream
that someday
my screams
will sway
the people’s choice
but not by the waves
of my voice
but of my turns of phrases
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 4:27 AM UTC
My aunt would turn on her phone
And play some songs
Air Supply
as lullabies
And others that would cradle me to sleep
The music from the phone eased the yearn for my mother's comforting songs
Still now, music remains to grow strong
in my heart
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 2:29 AM UTC
Why are our endings
So sporadic?
A minute we’re our universe.
A minute we
reach out and care
so seldom.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 4:28 AM UTC
When I was a mere child
I would wake up as soon as the
Sun broke out in rays
A radio would be placed on a table in our little porch
And its songs always brought me joy
Oh, what nostalgia
The Carpenters would sing their
comforting music
Bread would sing their heartfelt songs
Whenever Perhaps Love would come, I would close my eyes and wander about my future life
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 10:57 PM UTC
is majestic
it’s as majestic as
their craft
it’s one stroke that says
a million words
it’s a beat that makes
a million people dance
it’s one color that says
a million emotions
it’s a single thought
that comes upon a masterpiece
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 4:15 AM UTC
I'm thinking of a song
of the blue bird's lullabies when he sings to his babies
as the soft wind accompanies softly
With sparkling stream gushing,
A meadow of poppies swaying
The tree's branches raise its arms and waves
One cradles the birds
Darker is the sky becoming,
a new shade of indigo
The leaves flutter one last time as
the little chicks fly away to the dreams above their heads
Their hearts are filled with a comfortable warmth
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
some have moments that linger
just a little longer
some have shorter
Most
have thorns
but one way or another
it'll just end
although,
it doesn't matter
how or where
It ends
it matters what happens
after
And what happens after
Will be better
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC
it is best when it is dark
that way,
we can gaze at the twinkling stars
in these times,
we can see beauty
that once wore a blanket
obliged by the Sun
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
There comes one day,
when the world is
in the midst of a ****** battle
or when there is a serene scene,
we will pass.
like leaves in autumn
we'll fall, inevitably
like the scars in your heart
we will fade
And in our grave
will be snow
that will turn to tears
and water the flowers
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 10:00 PM UTC