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wordsandfeels
wordsandfeels
Santa. Rosa Laguna Writer/Blogger/Techie/Graphic Designer/Alagad ng Pag-ibig
White as snow her presence is, tho she’s not fragile nor brittle Hail she could cast wrapped in her words inflict wound it may but what lands and hits the head is a lesson that only her magic could ever spell.
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
Snow White
From where I stand I see nobody but these papers forged by death itself I quiver in terror silence filled the room, I am deafened I hold onto what is made by death I walk, breath and stare at myself thru the eyes of what sees everything I sighed... Voices in my head everywhere thief of my slumber every night sleepless I become, awake in the dark to stare at nothingness, a habit it become Faith matters no more satiated by despair my desire is the rim awaits me I see hope in the irony I gambled despite perilousness salvation I begged for, save me I ought something happened not devoured by forlornness A fool I am to believe deceived by the majority the rim awaits me I hold, I think not, I wear…period
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
End
As the hours of A.M. consumed the world, I lie awake I stare vacuously at the space of darkness, empty, silent what do I see? Nothing in the realm of reality but in my universe, abundant fragments…remnants My thoughts bullied me, escape I cannot arduousness filled my timeline, it haunts me it lurks, it never goes away, it keeps coming back I stand, replenish myself, nothing changed Wide as the light from the heavens my eyes are I come to face a new day—defeated, devastated failure to drown myself in slumber what was already gone accompanied me
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
Unwise Clock
How tired I am of this unbearable distance between us how I long for the toll of the recess bell Have you forgotten me? Grown mindless of me? Tell me I'm not writing to an abyss or that is what will become of my heart
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
Juvenile Heart
8:07 a.m. The sun was glaring at me, I couldn't help but to embrace it by waking up I slept early last night, like around nine in the evening, I assumed I’d wake before the sun rises it doesn't matter now actually since it did not happen. 10:14 a.m. I just found myself sitting in front of the computer, scrolling down and down in my timeline. nothing piqued my interest except for one thing, a quotation from an old person I grabbed the photo, posted it on my blog and added a bit of dramatic caption. 11:30 a.m. I ate lunch—food left by mom since I’m all alone, again I’m the man of the house I wanted to smoke *** then I recalled I don’t have a lighter My phone lit up, got an instant message…it’s from her. 1:52 p.m I’ve been chatting with her for like two hours now, we never seem to get bored of each other she hates it whenever her dad ask her to do something for him, you know, chores and stuff. it interrupts our conversation, she doesn't like that, I too. 5:38 p.m. Not sure if we’ll see each other this week, she said she’ll try tomorrow’s the most possible day since she’s going to enrol but I don’t want to force it; I don’t want her thinking that I’m desperate for a companion. 7:25 p.m. She said she’ll be back after 30 minutes, so I decided to watch some short, funny videos on Youtube while watching, I couldn't help but to think, to think of multiple scenarios simultaneously I lost track of time, I only snapped when I heard the chat sound—she’s back. 9:44 p.m. I told her I got to hit the hay, have a big thing coming up tomorrow (this isn't true) she doesn't want me to leave, although she bid good night honestly, I don’t want to go to bed yet, however I don’t want to talk to her anymore 9:50 p.m. I’m still awake, but I’m not looking at my mobile phone, resisting temptation she wanted to talk to me more, but why do I refuse? I feel stupid asking the questions I already know the answers to. …I like her, I like her, I like her… 10:21 p.m. My mind is filled with countless imaginations that are never going to happen I’m over-thinking again, no…I don’t have insomnia … (I just fell asleep)
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
Tick-tock
8:07 a.m. The sun was glaring at me, I couldn't help but to embrace it by waking up I slept early last night, like around nine in the evening, I assumed I’d wake before the sun rises it doesn't matter now actually since it did not happen. 10:14 a.m. I just found myself sitting in front of the computer, scrolling down and down in my timeline. nothing piqued my interest except for one thing, a quotation from an old person I grabbed the photo, posted it on my blog and added a bit of dramatic caption. 11:30 a.m. I ate lunch—food left by mom since I’m all alone, again I’m the man of the house I wanted to smoke *** then I recalled I don’t have a lighter My phone lit up, got an instant message…it’s from her. 1:52 p.m I’ve been chatting with her for like two hours now, we never seem to get bored of each other she hates it whenever her dad ask her to do something for him, you know, chores and stuff. it interrupts our conversation, she doesn't like that, I too. 5:38 p.m. Not sure if we’ll see each other this week, she said she’ll try tomorrow’s the most possible day since she’s going to enrol but I don’t want to force it; I don’t want her thinking that I’m desperate for a companion. 7:25 p.m. She said she’ll be back after 30 minutes, so I decided to watch some short, funny videos on Youtube while watching, I couldn't help but to think, to think of multiple scenarios simultaneously I lost track of time, I only snapped when I heard the chat sound—she’s back. 9:44 p.m. I told her I got to hit the hay, have a big thing coming up tomorrow (this isn't true) she doesn't want me to leave, although she bid good night honestly, I don’t want to go to bed yet, however I don’t want to talk to her anymore 9:50 p.m. I’m still awake, but I’m not looking at my mobile phone, resisting temptation she wanted to talk to me more, but why do I refuse? I feel stupid asking the questions I already know the answers to. …I like her, I like her, I like her… 10:21 p.m. My mind is filled with countless imaginations that are never going to happen I’m over-thinking again, no…I don’t have insomnia … (I just fell asleep)
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A strum of sweet hello at nightfall courtship done in ol’ fashion way serenading se maiden just outside of her shell How I long for her to peek, to sneak out of the window, she unravels herself allowing me seize her enchanted smile As I sing her the melody of my undeterred heart she goes down, same ground as I she takes slow steps, drawing closer and closer Mellifluous this moment maybe hopeless romantic they call me unrequited this love you don’t see
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
Serenade
Scourge consumed my wake in the growing path I fed fear with awe; my hope grew unbecomingly The face I unravelled the world with—in half them to love me wholly is wishful thinking; chaotic rather An old, dreadful time of which I lived in reminiscing nullifies bliss Faith anew is pain in another round I, alone, revolve in bane; no more radiant To unveil partially—my life is enough like the moon, I hide myself in half Memories of affliction scarred; lament under the dark heaven
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
Luna
Serendipity took over the calendar’s date radiance of the moonlight ever so vivid wind sways ritzily around the grass land Evinced se blissful beam with her every utter I’m all ears, I heed her mellifluous voice jests shared; laughter outpouring As the night goes deeper, our hearts follow abysmally sinking down…down…and down mundane feelings evanesce How we long not for the toll of parting but, the sand of time has emptied to close the curtains we must As we walk to the path of the end farewell words we speak; empty they are not but filled with yearn to see each other once more Her arms wrapped around me passionately...intimately I am in rupture From the other world the white maiden is her charm so endearing, so alluring for us to had met, fate must have closed its eyes
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
Kismet