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Aug 2022 · 292
wilted in time
Moonchild Aug 2022
as I stared blankly at the wall,
and a constant void against the surface stared back at me
i knew
an hourly gloom can not be forestalled
with the clock constantly ticking
like a bomb about to explode,
with my body frozen
in a once warm place i used to call home;
what could have went wrong?

perhaps,
the time was not for ours to behold
whether each hearts do really belong
to one another;
mouth filled with thoughts
that are tightly sealed
and shoulders carrying hundred folds
like two hostages dying to make a move
with words left untold
what else could save us—
and our love that has barely bloomed?
May 2022 · 175
fearfully healed
Moonchild May 2022
who wouldn't wish for a love to be kept for a lifetime?
after being wounded so long—
with pain perpetuated, that it took shattered pieces of one's self
but then,
i hope it was an illusion of my vulnerability,
to watch an endless rays of undeniable possibilities
played in a diffident mind.

i hate how there are open doors
to new beginnings,
of how a jump to the edge makes me lose you
but, after all, i pray to see you after timeless decades,
as the picture of your face in mind is carved perfectly,
and undying words tattoed on my flimsy dermis.

if you ever change your mind,
and wake up one day—deciding to rebirth
a soul not meant for mine,
then maybe for one last time
begin the love all over again
until we're both ready to bid farewell to the love we once have gained.
will i ever be fearfully healed?
Apr 2022 · 266
shower on a sunday
Moonchild Apr 2022
The water trickled on my whole body, and I'd faced the shower bursting into a sigh of relief. I slowly closed my eyes, and knew that a reverie would be in existence. The random waves of internal screaming, hurting, and laughing made its way to the daunted mind.

Fleeting as it may seem, the tears went down so swiftly yet caressingly onto my cheeks, racing together with the tiniest droplets. My spine was chilled with the fear of merely drowning, but being in touch with both despair and freedom. How would one be filled with physical confidence, yet with a mindset jailed into endless comparisons and weary?

I sometimes wonder, "isn't it too draining to please the crowd with your mask on and true self off?". Maybe, just maybe, the answer to a disturbingly, clamorous mind is ending it all with the shower on.

I felt as if I was on a seemingly calm rainfall on a sunday evening—that time when I've almost lost myself.
Apr 2022 · 194
paragon
Moonchild Apr 2022
fickle and indecisive,
poetic yet so frantic;
you appear to me as an art gallery that's free,
but one that exhibits a thousand surreal,
and abstract paintings of thee.

sturdy and timid,
amorous yet adorably bashful and vivid;
you appear to me as an underrated sculpture standing along the hallway,
barely admired by the crowd, but loved and remarked in the heart by your one and only.

if only i could lend these eyes,
for you to believe that in every pessimism
that devoured your mind—
equates to an adoring state of mine
i'd eternally see an ephemeral paragon in you, in times of hardship and ease
Moonchild Nov 2021
with body laid down, heart reminiscing
on the rooftop floor
gazing at the stars we used to wish upon
i guess the cold breeze wins today
as it remind me of the flashing memories
and triggered tears

you used to be lying down beside me
to watch the universe speak and the world rotate
and had let love resuscitate our broken souls
yet here i am, with a different chapter i did not foresee
seeking for a love alike the past
and hoped that these magical moments we had will rot

maybe in another parallel universe
we'll have it right once more
but when heaven does not want us
then i'll see you happy from afar
letting go of a bond granted by the stars.
one of the magical moments you can have with your special someone is stargazing together as you exchange stories about life aspects. however, this could be a painful memory when things come to an end.
Nov 2021 · 408
a requiem to the first love
Moonchild Nov 2021
i ventured past the memory lane
and filled the broken soul with delight
it's foolish how first love mended me
in a way not one possibly can
how every reminisce is enthralling to embrace like a glistened storyframe
one that tickles hope of another reason to live;
it's foolish how firsts remain striking
the times that were everglowing, enchanting
there's no need for weariness, when somebody accepted me for who I am
sweared to stay forever–in victories and downfalls.

frightening how a perfectly written story by a god turns stormed and wicked
how my ceaseless heart slowly is tormented
when i thought the first would keep its words
silly of me to assume
but all goes into hues of blues
and when i thought he's the sunlight
to my ****, cold melancholic night

he left on a windy day alike a flowing kite
with no proper goodbyes
and shattered his promises one by one
like a rushing ambulance, crashing dreams in a scene of dawn and fires
at that point, i knew that the garden we've grown are closely wilting
going back at one, a stranger, whom i treated like an art
carefully realizing— no apologies can now return an exhausted heart
no prayers could turn back the twisted time
and no wishes from the stars could heal the scars and damaged mind

hurting thyself, is it a mere nightmare?
my body felt a sensation of falling
not in love, but defying gravity slowly from a skyscraper
at the broad daylight, my old self died
and eternally—a part of me has bid rage and farewell
like a child departing from her long-time bestfriend

in a dilemma, everything has been changing as fast as the thunderbolt
i ventured past the memory lane
and filled the broken soul with regret
it's foolish how first love broke me
in a way not one possibly can
how every reminisce battled me at night
and turned me frail
tomorrow, i knew, there were no reasons to live furthermore

it's foolish how I thought the first would be last,
with all timelines, phases, and secrets shared from past;
however, here's to our history, and to my self
who thought of finding genuine love from a stranger
finally, devouring the crept of once again, being lost.
Nov 2021 · 243
seashore's roulette
Moonchild Nov 2021
the waves crashing through the windows of the soul,
that seems endlessly excruciating
flushes together with dauntless darts daring to eliminate the heart;
she was left unguarded

if night tides can not rinse away the flashing colors she saw in him,
then let this foolish game relive the memories in blue
even for a time she can not turn back with him anymore, in reverie, she won't dare herself to love once more;
the russian roulette by the shore twisted their fate

Much more that it broke half of her.
Aug 2021 · 164
unparalleled
Moonchild Aug 2021
if stars align in bittersweet horizons
she'll talk to the moon of how life was better with him
and when the warmth of sunrise strikes onto her skin
hurting, constantly burning, helplessly hoping
then maybe these unparalleled souls are not meant to be
Dec 2020 · 215
untold façade
Moonchild Dec 2020
perhaps you could tell the crowd
of the world's hideous secrets
punctured underneath the clothes of men
not a matter to vanquish

and as you spit out the truth
the red flags ascending
beware, my young child,
beware of what these masked faces may take you

oh say the countrymen, don't dare speak
for they refused the circumstances
that passed through generations
and had let ignorance rejoice
Sep 2020 · 314
Chaos Chased
Moonchild Sep 2020
The realms of life seems dark, my child
You might never know what it takes to be blind
In a cruel association
Where everyone loves blood of humiliation

Some say, don't fear
But who knows of what an innocent face can hear
If thy had been killed
By a worldly madness of chaos; he drowned in beguiled
Sep 2020 · 183
Satiate Thy Heart
Moonchild Sep 2020
Walking past through the memory lane
I will soar, high enough, to accumulate these past dreams that are solely made

Yet, as they say, love isn't just enough. Love with no freedom to keep isn't a love you should always keep.

Speak the truth, my man, don't trap me in your hourglass. I know time will come, and it'll hurt me somewhere, someday, as I shall accept this twisted fate.

Although, as I roam the dreamy skies, where we'd make a vow—there left the picture of you standing by the river of remnants. And every minute was your reflection fading away from my sight.

By then, I ask myself; Would your promises ever suffice my tremendous thirst for an eternal affection?

Let me go, o' hove. Let another woman lead you to a world where love is just enough.
Aug 2020 · 335
Solar Eclipse
Moonchild Aug 2020
The face of tomorrow
might be
the last of my sight
for the world;
and when my pain
ends today
then how could I ever feel
the love of one's presence
before
who might save me
from the eclipse that is passing,
from a story of lachrymose?
May 2020 · 203
Midnight Sorrow
Moonchild May 2020
‪I tried existing truthfully;‬
I made one and a thousand mistakes
Some of them alike white lies,
Yet most of them are tragic.

I asked for forgiveness, I beg.
I lay down on my knees ahead
My heart, I heard— screaming, praying
Devouring for merciful hands.

To seek the face of God,
I no longer wanted to suffer for
They see me brave, but nothing of a dolor
And I ask Him, hear me out once more

In the midst of midnight confusion,
I no longer wanted to fight anymore;
I wanted to end the pain in galore—
And for people to find my name buried in store.
May 2020 · 208
Muted in Threat
Moonchild May 2020
With stapled lips, he thought of the day;
Inhaled as if a brick was blocking his airway
With a heavy heart—brimmed in anxiety,
The man, yet fright, stood in weary.

He's called out for an unending critic,
Walking past the hall of justice with ocean of eyes—clamantly staring at him.
He's creeped out, feeling less of a righteous civic
The man, in worry, seemed to broke down affirm.

His defied soul returned to every judging mutter;
As if he remembered every detail of how people named him, "the great jitter"
A known suspect of the silent past—close to death, he was threatened
10 years had gone, today was his final trial.

On the long run, afraid of saying a fragment
For he knew his voice would end this hellish session;
The man, in epiphany, had faced the judge
For now, they knew, he was the real victim of this unjust system.

"This country nor the government may not believe me, for I have demolished the untold in a decade,
For I hated speaking the truth in public, for as I know, my brevity won't ever be heard.
I may die for tomorrow, but I know that my voice today will lastly matter as a victim of this prejudice.
May 2019 · 250
Farther
Moonchild May 2019
I ran with the longest distance,
And the closer I get to you
The farther you were to me.
May 2019 · 335
Move.
Moonchild May 2019
I have been dreaming a lot about you these days, and it seems like spring has about to digest everything on me.

Your hand that lingers on my skin, your smile, your laugh, your voice, your face. I've just been thinking of coming back to you, and I guess I still can't move on with due.
Feb 2019 · 205
Let You Go
Moonchild Feb 2019
And there I see,
Your eyes mended with the dull night
And I knew from that on,
You fell out of love.

And I hope you seek,
A love that's crystal clear
And for me to see,
Your happiness without me.
Feb 2019 · 369
You
Moonchild Feb 2019
You
You've got the moon,
Scintillate in your eyes.

You've got the sun,
Shining with your smile

You've got the world,
Embracing the depths of your soul

You've got the galaxy,
Uttering celestial words

You've got the universe,
Since you've held me tight.

You've got the heaven,
And then you fell for me, told me that it felt like home.
Feb 2019 · 283
Sorry
Moonchild Feb 2019
Sorry
If I had given too much
Of a love
I cannot have.
Feb 2019 · 2.8k
Malaya
Moonchild Feb 2019
Pinalaya mo ako
Sa mundong inakala ko'y
Tahanan ko.

Pinakawalan mo ako
Sa mga kamay ****
Inirog ko.

Pinaubaya mo ako
Sa taong inakala ****
Mas mamahalin ko.
Nov 2018 · 228
Lost Child
Moonchild Nov 2018
She was forgiven
Yet forsaken by the unknown
She had flaunted
The deepest wounds of her soul
She saw the moon
Whilst passing scintillate memories
She is the lost child
Wandering through the pain
She loved everybody
So as an exception for herself
Nov 2018 · 267
Cloistered
Moonchild Nov 2018
All these nights,
All these sleepless nights
The reckless moment of having you near me makes me sigh.
Frightened o' dear love,
Why does the moon have to hide his love?
To that usual star you see every night.
What are your eyes made for?
When what you see is the darkness of a hopeless tour
Written on the land of the shore.
Therefore thee the moon was in love with her,
When no one had their eyes for her.
Moonchild Nov 2018
Of two juveniles engrossed each other's hearts.
Where therefore thee an exquisite love awaits,
The velocity of the winds went across and mold a grandeur flow
With the world that's against their tranquil love,
A ravishing tragic begins.

Youngsters who thee behold charm and ethereal presence,
Who seek of pure love in such of an innocence.
The total madness of the air entered their silent souls,
The flesh of faith remarked the comprising truth.
The pleasure of no grandiloquence but with nothing to forestall.

Stared at the windows of their souls,
And a flamboyant heartbeat was born.
Of thousand nights that detained two lovers,
Shallow and deep words were uttered before.
No one can cease their hearts all alone.

Oh love, not eradicated by the broken winds and fiery wounds,
An intense merge of faith of thee I know was true indeed.
To love showed transparency of the world they could not know.
How are they supposed to pass these through?
And of a hombre who took his best all along and will always prove.

Who knows of their love that exists?
Exists in a cloistered world where no one shall deplete
Neither of them was a catalyst and both just cherished memories.
No art of atrocity was privileged.
An unmitigatedly deprived love was opt to be conquered.

To the cycle of this tragic love,
Made a quest of a lifetime where no one broke the chains of thee.
With blood, sweat, and tears,
Of galaxies they thought would collapse beneath the scarcely theme.
'Till death do they part.

Their souls were dead right before their naked eyes have seen,
The immersed blood of vengeance remained at the state of a deafening silence,
The living ghosts crashed their nightmares and killed themselves because of an intense love they always prevail.
Now one day, beside the heaven they seek
Death brought them back together and in the name of love their fate was written in their blood forever.
Nov 2018 · 6.9k
Tinta
Moonchild Nov 2018
Sa isang parihabang kwaderno
Nasilayan ko ang iba't ibang kulay ng panulat
Mula sa malayo, hawak hawak niya ang pluma
Umaasang may malalathalang kakaiba

Sa kaniyang utak na blanko't walang kusa
Nais lang naman ng kaniyang puso ang malaman
Kung mayroon pa nga bang siyang pag-asa
Pag-asang makalikha ng bagong yugto at makatakas sa kulungan

Mistula bang napakaraming emosyon ang nanaig
Onti-onti niyang nabubuksan ang kaniyang mga matang tago sa realidad
Sinulat niya ang unang saknong ng kaniyang tula at isinaad,

"Sana'y matagal na akong namulat sa katotohanang panaginip lamang ang makasama ka magpakailanman."

Bawat kulay na aking nasilayan mula sa kwaderno'y nabubura
Ang lalaking manunulat ay sumisigla
Napagtanto niya na kinakailangan niyang magparaya
Magparaya upang siyang patuloy nang lumigaya

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