Gawang Pinoy - Hello Poetry

Feb 24

Crissel Famorcan

I was once lost in the ocean of uncertainty,
Filled with fears of abandonment—
Of visions without clarity;
On distorted dreams
I once swam in great delight,
Until I saw what true joy is,
painted in crimson and lovely white.

These colors lit up my corner,
Put me back in the proper track,
But as I go though near the ends
I was once again, lost in the dark.
I wander on it endlessly,
among the crazy twists and turns
But still, can’t go back straight ahead,
For my mind can’t handle it anymore.

I might seem to be fine
on every aspect you’ll look,
but have you tried reading the pages?
No—you just saw the cover of the book;
That’s why mysteries remain unsolved, unseen—
For no one will truly dare to read
these tainted lines and the meanings in between.

#lost

Feb 22

Crissel Famorcan

An Adult's Nightmare

Thy glorious life I now possess,
is just nothing but a sort of mess—
and all those things I dreamed before,
are now nightmares sliding ashore.

It is human's nature, to adapt and change
but we weren't informed it would be out of our range—
for childhood is a fancy thing we've all enjoyed,
while adult things are far down this deceptive void.

How come we make children believe in fairytales
and not let them know about these nightmares and blues?
Life is not just about joyous songs of nightingales—
please give them facts and useful clues!

We are all nothing but earthlings trying to thrive,
and we are all nothing but people trying to survive—
We are all just lost adults on a lonely sea,
trying to make things work and make ourselves free;
on these unannounced and uninvited guests of adulthood, which decides if we'll be great or just up to no good—
but nonetheless, it's still marvelous to be here;
we never know the next and what's beyond there.

Feb 22

Crissel Famorcan

City Lights

A breeze of cold air penetrate my core,
As I long for your warm tight hugs,
But then it's just me and my homies,
Talking deeply with our coffee mugs.

I wonder how would it feel to be by your side
and watch these glimmer of city light's horizon,
As our hearts discuss through synch heartbeats—
Listening to their silent screams of affection.

But then a cold breeze snap me out of the daydream—
bringing me back to our present state,
It's still a long run for both of us,
Imaginations are just the best things
I could create.

Feb 22

Crissel Famorcan

...

You never liked reading,
But still, I write things for you,
How I wish we could talk for hours
and share something we'd love to do.
But it's quite hard to get a good topic—
We're total opposites for real,
So here I am looking for answers
Did fate let us cross just for thrill?

But despite differences we have,
I'd love to sit still and do nothing with you—
Silence and your presence makes my days complete too.

Feb 22

Crissel Famorcan

When bleaches doesn't work that way

Her name is a stain on my t-shirt
even the strongest bleach can't get rid of,
She's rooted deeply on the stitches—
Even chlorine won't be enough.

I know her color won't fade away—
you just don't want to wipe her out your path,
She's the ruins you've been protecting,
a spot of beauty and history's mark.

An here I am, a tourist interested in her story
but is neglected to have knowledge of her love,
Fears are now crawling up my system—
What if I'm the stain needed to get ridden of?

Feb 22

Crissel Famorcan

A Taste of Hazelnut

I woke up to a sight of dreadful memories,
Lingering around with joyful tones,
chasing my peace for some chaos—
Inflicting back the pain to the bones.

It was a "never thought of" situation,
as healing seems to be good enough,
But in the midst of some realizations—
"I might be still just blurting out bluffs"

I still woke up to a sight of horrid regrets,
concealed in muted yellow paint,
And I thought a hint of crimson blush
would hide it all—
But it still peek through with glorious taint.

I'm after the rumbling butterflies in my stomach,
Trying to hide away the troublesome pain,
And now I admit am a great liar—
Pretending to be really good, again.

Feb 22

Crissel Famorcan

Coffee Crumble

As the coffee starts to take charge of my system,
My thoughts started to run as well.
I can't keep them off track for a minute—
They started screaming these unbearable hymns.

A bowl of what-ifs served as my snack for the midnight,
Swimming in liquid of yellow traumas and pain,
I can't even bear to look at them with my eyes naked,
But hunger forced me to eat those filthy dreadful grains.

Then, they start to sing horrible notes inside me—
Ruining my butterflies' soft ang lovely song;
Destroying the peace and order of these creatures—
inside are harmonies no one can even get along.

Sep 2024

solEmn oaSis

🏆 wagi 🏆

Ganito Ang talento ng tinaguriang gagamba,
Ang Sabi ng iba Sila ay kakaiba
dahil nga sadyang
Ganyan Sila kahit
Hindi nasa manila.
Nag - aabang lang ng bibisita
Kahit nga ba bibihira
Ang may maggala
ay tiyak maaantala
Kapag napadpad sa animo'y ala bang tahanan na tahasang walang hagdan
Ngunit kabit-kabit eh
Ang kawit ng madidikit na bahagdan ng bawat hiblang malagu na.
Ni Ang hari ng kagubatan ay di siya nais magambala

Malaglag man sa Muntinlupa
Kagyat Silang ia-Angat Dami man ng hadlang,
tutulay lamang
Ang gagamba gamit Ang
sapot at mga galamay...
Ganon pa man Bigte man Ang pagtanaw ng Leon at tigre sa maliit na nilalang ...
Naka- Tungko lamang Ang kanilang matalim na pangil at angil
pagkat sa loob-loob nitong mababangis at hayok sa laman
ay mapag aalaman---
Ano nga naman
Ang kanilang mahihita
na Karne sa naglalambiting mga galamay
Wika nga sa payo ng dayo
Tinawag Silang Gagamba
sapagkat Ang sino Mang tao
sa kanya'y gagambala
Walang dudang mapapatingala
muna bago yumuko

Mabuti pa daw Ang mangilag
na Lang Sila sa maliliit na nilalang
O di kaya'y maige pa mangilog at magbaka sakali dun sa may Sapang Palay magawi at nang mapawi Ang Kalam at uhaw sa may kawayan .

Sabi naman ng iilan mabuti pa Ang dalanghita mula pa sa pagkabubot nito Hanggang sa maubod na nga sa pagkahinog ay masasabi na talaga namang may asim pa .
Lalo na para sa mga nagda
dalang-tao na minamatamis
ang pangangasim ay iyon ang prutas na ipanlulutas sa kanilang pananaghili .

Sa madaling salita
Ang magaling na Balita
Kakailanganin pa Ang pakpak
Kahit pa mag taingang-
kawali Ang lupa...
Dahil Ang tinutukoy ko sa aking pamagat ay walang iba kundi Ako !
At Ang munting Gagamba Ang siyang maituturing Kong Dambuhala

Kaya nga Ang paniniwalang imbes
trabaho Ang siyang lalapit sa akin...
Yaong mga sapot na bahay Ang
siyang dapat Kong hagilapin...
Kasi nga Ang mga spider web kung tawagin sa ingles...
Ay Ang siyang Lunas na walang dahas upang maging Isa sa kanila !
Silang mga empleyado na dati rin namang Isang sawi
Hanggang Ang mga hain na pain
sa magiging bitag na hayag
ay may kaakibat na kabalikat
Upang mapagtagumpayan Ang mapusok na pagsubok...
Nang sa gayon ay matupad Ang layon niya sa kaniyang mga kanayon na ...
Maging Isang sakdal
sa pagiging kambal
ng papremyo at Tropeyo !

Habang ninamnam
nang mainam
Ang pakiramdam
ng Isang uhaw at Kalam
kahit lumabag pang magpaalam
sa lahat ng nais niyang mahiram
...ay daglian namang mapaparam
Itong Nag-Alab Kong liyab
Mula pa sa dating pasaring
Hanggang mahirang
na Isang....
wagi

#solemnoasis #hellopoetry

Nov 2022

its gonna make sense

~~~~~

#broken #sad #lost

May 2022

the gay with a broken heart

Diary - Entry no. 1 060918

I feel like giving up today
I can't breath
The words choke me up and force me to ***** all the letters and vowels I eat making me dizzy
The grim reaper appeared at my doorstep and I'm so scared that I **** flowers and butterflies

Created long time ago. Posted today
060918-21

Jul 2021

J

PAST

As the sun rises and falls,
A day of birth or death of a soul,
Gloomy, windy or sunny day,
I learn that people leave or stay.

As the moon hides and shows,
A life like waves — highs and lows,
Hot, luke warm, or cold,
A life you control or what is told.

New as a day; old as yesterday,
A feeling of sorrow or gay,
Soft as a pillow or hard as old dough,
People passing — come and go.

People leave. Move on. Live life and be happy.

#people #friends #love #relationship #friendship #poet #poems #ph #past

Apr 2021

Crissel Famorcan

PROMISE UNFULFILLED

Let's meet at McDonald's
and eat your favorite food,
I know you've been craving hard for them—
For it'll make you feel real good.

Let's take a walk at intramuros;
A place of your dream date,
Let's spend our time wandering
around it's historic walls and gate.

I would love to get lost in Netherlands,
If we'll be on those tulip fields—
At least, for a moment in our lives,
A part of heaven was revealed.

But the best place we could ever be,
And the best of those plans,
Is to travel and worship God,
on the different churches so grand;
You promised to take me there
if time would just permit,
And that promise will forever be
just a promise unfulfilled.

Your words still lingers in my ear—
I still hear your baritoned voice,
Whispering another promise to fulfill;
that in another life, we'll get our chance to rejoice.

04•15•21
10:27 PM

—Crissy Morsel