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 Dec 2015 Dead lover
Maxwell
Lakasan mo naman ang iyong loob
Ang isip, 'wag hayaang makulob
ng kalungkutan at kaba
Labanan mo, lumaban ka.

Alam kong gabi-gabi ang iyong pag-iyak
pero sa dulo, ikaw rin ang magagalak.
Alam kong pagod ka na,
pero ngayon ka pa ba susuko?

Laban lang, sugod lang.
Wala sa nakaraan ang inaasam
Kaya 'wag kang aatras.
Kaya mo yan, kaya ko 'to.
Hindi ka pa ba sanay?
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
sltd
Accept of what is
Let go of what was
I take deep breaths

And plan a ******

To **** the bird that flew

Over the crow's nest


On a summer night

I feel the warmth

Of the day not yet done

The sound of laughter

Is all around me

This is cool- I say


I find myself lying on a surgery table

Holding an apple in my hand

I throw it against the floor

And landing there

It bursts into a million

Children of my mind

Spreading into every

Country on the planet

I am the new master

As my children grow and grow

Still in rags I speak

And throw my thoughts into a bin

Their work is finished you see


Still the sound of laughter

Carries on around me

Living is easy

With your head

In the clouds


I saw- and still I hear

The giggles and noises

Of delightful romances being

Born

These should be mine

But they are not mine

Such things are little more than

Mist or whispers

Promises not yet realised

My children sympathise

And bringing me a woman

To sit with me in the tall grass

Together we shall

Plan a life instead
From The Folk Hero ****** (2001) the first poetry collection by Vincent S. Coster. It is a largely psychedelic poem in the surreal mode. It is about the nature of writing poetry and the desire to write despite writer's block, which had taken hold of the poet as he sat in bed one night.
They ask too late,
how to fix me,
as if they don't know,
a broken vase,
no matter the mending,
will always remain...broken.
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
Amy Slocombe
Leave me alone
I dont need your help

Leave me alone
I like it by myself

Curled up in darkness
Smiling at my demons

Dont leave me alone
Theyre trying to **** me

Dont leave me alone
They are taking my hand

They push it towards a new weapon

The blade isnt enough
They yell as i cry

I wish you wouldnt have left me
I say as i die
I'm afraid I'll always be the nails buried deep in my palms, the excuses behind why I let him hurt me, and the reason she tried to end her life.

This is anything but strength,
and I am constantly showering my hurt over everyone like debris over a war zone,

and I can't help but to feel so toxic.
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
andrew juma
She loved the place ,
She approached the dais,
Went on her knees,
the Lord to appease,

Old angels graffiti on walls,
Burning Candles ,
Sweet smelling incense,
Mama prayed,

She wanted success,
She prayed for peace,
We were such a mess,
But she lit up on her face,

Days on end,
Incantations would never end,
Hailing God,
Our lives to amend

Mama please...
How long?
'A day will come...
we will be alright'
She prayed for long,

Images staring in benevolence,
Faces with same old expressions ;
mosaic long beards
candles burning yellow

No miraculous quails
she prayed for days
"Arent you tired of this?"
But she lit up on her face...

Like she knew something i didn't
Maybe she had made a covenant
She was just exuberant

she spent each day like lent,
We didnt afford rent,
we were worth few cents,
So friends just went-

away from a lonely believer,
With a God of many followers,
None wanted borrowers,
Mysery for us,

From 9th to 1st,
None would fast,
But she loved and cared for us,
Every night she would say
'A day will come,'

Days and years went by,
Many struggles we lived by,
devil courting day by day,
Offering alot for souls to buy,

      'Stick to your faith'
        'Tell  the truth'
         'place God fast'
          She taught,

Underneath the trees,
As i watched the skys,
In those drought days,
I spotted  feathery clouds,

Light showers,
To storms and hails ,
Of everything she had prayed for,
Came down,

He answered,
The prayers of Mama
Mama's prayers got us going.She never quit.
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