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Jan 2022 · 549
Story Behind A Story
Lulu Sarmiento Jan 2022
Is it the mirror?
Or all I can see is horror?
Whenever I look at the glass,
All I can see is a broken past.
Nov 2021 · 230
Lulu Sarmiento Nov 2021
They say, "Choose."
But let me ask, "Do I have a choice?"
Nov 2021 · 513
New Leaf
Lulu Sarmiento Nov 2021
Replay or restart;
Stop or pause;
Skip or fast-forward;
Where do you opt to be?
Jul 2021 · 465
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2021
I've been there.
I've been here.
I've been circling around.
And around.
Jul 2021 · 464
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2021
Why does the water tastes bitter?
Why does the wind smells acrid?
Why does the sunshine looks gray?
Why does the days feel empty?
Apr 2021 · 220
Lulu Sarmiento Apr 2021
Visage full of tears,
Abasement due to fears,
Longing and lamentation,
Epitaph and addiction.
Naissance --
Today, I am reborn
Ignify at dawn
Nay, sorry not sorry
Everyone, I am worthy!
Dec 2020 · 261
Lulu Sarmiento Dec 2020
And then.
Love fell.
Night is day.
Day is night.
Circling around.
Endless bound.
Nov 2020 · 256
Lulu Sarmiento Nov 2020
Sometimes, what we have left are regrets.
Indeed they don't come first.
But living without getting pressed
       is tantamount to a horrifying quest.
Oct 2020 · 872
Oct 2020 · 278
Lulu Sarmiento Oct 2020
The girl was running down the road,
her pigtails were indeed a mess.
The boy was playing with a plastic sword,
his mouth was covered with chocolate mousse.
They were laughing so hard,
but I was astounded when they asked.
"What is truth?"
There are instances when children ask you a difficult question that seemed so easy to answer but takes a lifetime to provide one.
Sep 2020 · 486
Lulu Sarmiento Sep 2020
What is the difference between—
A double-edged sword;
A loaded riffle and;
A sharp tongue?
Sep 2020 · 659
Tell Me
Lulu Sarmiento Sep 2020
Have you met her?
The girl whose thoughts—
are kept hidden in her bright neurons.
The lady whose character—
is concealed deep in her bone marrows.
The woman whose actions—
are disguised at the tip of her fingers.
Tell me.
Tell me about her.
Aug 2020 · 278
Lulu Sarmiento Aug 2020
For a certain question—
there is no exact answer.
And there are questions—
that always remain unanswered.
Aug 2020 · 407
Lulu Sarmiento Aug 2020
Do you think you can handle me?
I can’t even handle myself.
Oh dearie me!
What a shame!
Aug 2020 · 291
Mundane Possibilities
Lulu Sarmiento Aug 2020
Fire blazes.
Wind lashes.
Water engulfs.
Earth devours.

But do not leave.
Instead, live.
You are strong—
Enough to lead a throng.
Aug 2020 · 720
Take One
Lulu Sarmiento Aug 2020
He said: “Let’s start.”
She said: “It’s the end.”
What’s the silver lining between start and end?
Aug 2020 · 272
Lulu Sarmiento Aug 2020
Breathe in, breathe out
One, two, three—
It’s a necessity.
But I beg to disagree—
It’s a luxury.
Jul 2020 · 220
I Am
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2020
I am different.
You are different.
They are different.
Why would I get afraid?
Why would you get afraid?
Why would they get afraid?
Jul 2020 · 303
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2020
Everyone hears you.
Not everyone listens to you.
Jul 2020 · 337
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2020
I fought.
In the battle ground.
I surrendered.
In my own game.
I lost.
In the arena of life.
Jul 2020 · 349
Mask’s Smile
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2020
Broken glass.
Shattered dreams.
Defeated game.
Crumbling inside.
Yet you smile—
And say “I’m okay.”
Jul 2020 · 358
Point of Views
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2020
We only see what we want to see.
We only hear what we want to hear.
We only do what we want to do.
Jul 2020 · 556
One Step
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2020
I’m stuck
At a time I shouldn’t stop.
I’m lost
At a place I shouldn’t cross.
Jul 2020 · 213
Shadow of a Star
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2020
I watch as the night unfold its beauty:
The luminescent moon shining above
And the stars that sparkle throughout the night.
He said: “The light that you see from those stars has been emitted several years ago.”
I smiled.
I said: “I know. Just as how humanity appreciate the value of someone when they’re long gone.”
I smiled bitterly at the stars.
“I miss you.” I murmured.
Jul 2020 · 686
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2020
We were born at the same time but in different worlds.
We walked in the same world but at different times.
Jul 2020 · 628
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2020
As I struggle to fill my lungs with oxygen,
As I fight the burning sensation in my eyes,
I asked why—
Why’d you let go?
Jul 2020 · 301
A Pen’s Pain
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2020
“Why do you write?”
Someone asked.
I smiled.
“It’s depressing when I read it.”
She continued.
And yet, I smiled again.
Note: More often than not, the depth of a writer’s soul is shown at the tip of a pen.
Jul 2020 · 462
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2020
You will meet that person.
You meet that person.
You met that person.
And stayed like that.
Stayed in the past.
Is there a person in the past that you wish had stayed with you until you become your own past?
Jul 2020 · 226
Seven Senses
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2020
Can you touch it?
Can you hear it?
Can you taste it?
Can you see it?
Can you smell it?
Let me ask again.
Can you touch the broken shadows?
Can you hear the painful bellows?
Can you taste the bitter truth?
Can you see the dreadful youth?
Can you smell the putrid words?
Can you feel the movement of one’s action?
Can you perceive the sensation of your nerves?
Now let me ask again.
What can you do—
In a world that went through and through?
What can you give—
To a person who is desperate to live?
What can you...
It’s hard to lend a hand when you can’t sympathize but sometimes it’s harder to lend a hand pretending that everything is alright.
Jun 2020 · 277
Pinch Me
Lulu Sarmiento Jun 2020
Where are your words?
Or were they meant to be just words?
What should I do when reality hits me?
Jun 2020 · 257
Are you in?
Lulu Sarmiento Jun 2020
Life is either—
A game of pretense,
An arena of mockery,
Or a gift of eccentricity.
What choices do we have?
Jun 2020 · 349
Sweet Poison
Lulu Sarmiento Jun 2020
His spoken words were:
“I will love you.”
And so he loved me.
Then left me.
Because his unspoken words were:
“I will leave you.”
Jun 2020 · 475
Flight 340
Lulu Sarmiento Jun 2020
Flying at 41,000 feet high
Cruising into the night sky
I watch it pass by
Bidding my goodbye.
Birth. Death. Beginning.
Jun 2020 · 218
Lulu Sarmiento Jun 2020
The clarity of what’s in front:
Made me realize what’s at hand.
With courage,
I faced her—
I saw a pair of jet black eyes,
About to slip tears of goodbyes.
I saw a chapped pink lips,
Trembling with much anxieties.
I saw her—
Her fears.
Her regrets.
Her loneliness.
Her helplessness.
Pass through that glass—
Drenched by the clear droplets of rain;
I saw her reflection.
Then, I broke the glass.
I saw myself.
Then, I kissed death.
What’s your ellipsis?
Jun 2020 · 453
Chronicle of Life
Lulu Sarmiento Jun 2020
This is the chronicle of life.

The stars collided,
The asteroids went astray,
And the comets pour down like snow.
What we don’t know—
Is the breath of life beyond the void.
The waves of sound that signifies a kingdom;
The clashing of worlds and survival of men.
That’s how it is.
Time and space is immaterial.
Without doubt,
The universe is vast, enormous and mysterious from afar.
However, life will always be a war.
Fought between men—
With bows and arrows,
With swords and shields,
With spears and poisons,
With guns and cannons.
And in the end,
It will be a bloodbath.
As red as scarlet;
As black as the darkness.
Yet its horrors and ghosts form part of what we call— history.
That’s how it is.
Time and space is immaterial.
The universe is vast, enormous and mysterious from afar.
And all of these will be forgotten:
Like a death of a distant star.

This is the chronicle of life.
Jun 2020 · 173
Lady Lonely
Lulu Sarmiento Jun 2020
It was raining hard and patient
The doorknob clicked
The room was lit up
But it was heavy inside
The heaviness was surly
She heaved a sigh
With her light footsteps
She crossed the room
Her charcoal dark hair
Like waves of the ocean;
Dropped down through her frame
Her tired doe brown eyes
Covered by her curly lashes
Wandered through the windows
Her calloused fragile hands
Cold as ice and snow
Traced the windowsill
Clasped them in her heart
She was lonely
Alone in her midst
Alone in her pain
Alone in her memories.
This was my last piece since 2018. I haven’t written anything since then. It’s hard to loose my touch in writing.
Jan 2020 · 207
A Warrior’s Heroine
Lulu Sarmiento Jan 2020
Is it awful?
Is it dreadful?
Is it pleasant?
Is it splendid?
No words can explain the sentiments of a soldier.
For it hurts more than a thousand raindrops of bullets,
A mountain of horrifying grenades,
A roaring line of cannons—
Bombing through the air.
And down below,
Bits of debris.
Covering the ground.
And she said:
“Take shelter my warrior.
But should you not forget.
For things will go smoothly.
Go now...
And never come back.
For the wind will take its place.
Strong and abrupt.
And then.
The dark.”
Sep 2017 · 381
Memoirs of Adieu
Lulu Sarmiento Sep 2017
She was a lady of valor and of might,
But she was also weak, scared and couldn’t fight;
Her love was as passionate as lovers could be,
But her tears were as painful as thorns should be.

You informed her not that you’re leaving,
Soon, you’ll see her bitterly crying;
Until she has foreseen the doom,
You couldn’t respond ‘cause her face was of gloom.

It fell down; her tears of love was real,
She almost cry her heart out with pain the that she feels;
Your knightly arms will calm her,
On her face will be a carved laughter.

But it cannot be done any more.
You’re too far and you leaved her with a sore.
She was bewildered, wandering from the ocean floor.
In her beautiful visage her tears pour.

The enormous waves on the ocean’s surface,
Her rushing tears from her gloomy face;
On the fine seashore sands,
There she walks and behind the yacht she stands.

Your memoirs are her reminisces of the past,
On the sunset, there her eyes was caste.
Dawn came of no assurance,
She awakes but she responded with no compliance.

She yearns for your presence.
She weeps for your absence.
She longs for reconciliation.
She was beaten out of compassion.
Sep 2017 · 210
The Silent City
Lulu Sarmiento Sep 2017
Behold. The sounds of the whistling wind.
The water above,
Mimicking the silver dew drops.
And down it pours.
Touching the darkness,
Empty yet hallowed ground.
A village of cold stones,
Flat beds of green grass.
And the scattered,
Rotted or dried.
Petals of roses and chrysanthemum.
The heavy and monotonous downpour--
Erasing marks of men,
Of women,
Of children.
Whose tears flowed.
Longing for the souls;
Traveling beyond eternity.
Sep 2017 · 256
Conundrum Within
Lulu Sarmiento Sep 2017
It strikes -- the scorching sun.
Her hair is messed up in a bun.
The habit. The veil. It was a chain.
She walked passed--
Dashed on the abbey,
Where she belonged.
Down past the silent corners.
Deep inside the high-unending walls.
The deafening silence,
The mute languages.
Secrets. Enigmas. Paradigms.
Hides the very thoughts of her shadows.
Her history,
Her memory,
Her identity.
Alas! Her name will forever be a mystery.
Buried secretly in a discreet grave--
Wasted. Rotting.
Concealed by the glowing epitaph.
Destroyed she will be.
Unspoken words are the ones that are screaming out of one’s eyes.

— The End —