Jacob Cuadro: Favorites

Jun 2016 Jacob Cuadro

Sophie Monigatti Lake

Oh why,
must our memories be a
reconstruction of the past and not
reality to show me that the past, in reality
was not as good as I reconstruct it to be.

Jun 2016 Jacob Cuadro

domicile

Jun 2016 Jacob Cuadro

Kelley A Vinal

domicile

Why to be
You and me?
Some kind of
Destiny
Domicile, my home
To stay
Silly, that's what
I say
But, hey. This really is great
One day
Cake - eat, drink - tea
Ocean, sun, sun rays, sneeze
Forest, wooden, damp
Trees
Nice place to meditate
On your knees
Breathe by me
I can't
Nope,
I can't.

Jun 2016 Jacob Cuadro

baggage

Jun 2016 Jacob Cuadro

NV

baggage

and i have never really understood why i hate luggage.
why i barely own handbags,
and would much rather fit the necessities in my purse.
why school didn't seem so bad if i had less books on my back.

i had never really understood why i hated so much baggage.

until i realised that it was because i already had all of me,
to carry.

Jun 2016 Jacob Cuadro

Home 2

Jun 2016 Jacob Cuadro

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Home 2

My love, you are an agony
but for you
I would have been on the road
made the world my family

The sun and the moon you robbed
stars you made your countless eyes
but for you
I would have flown where eagles rise
made my home in the sky

My love, you are an agony
but for you
I would have gone down the flow
a speck of moonlight
in the sparkling shadows of night
hanging on a leaf like poetry!

Jun 2016 Jacob Cuadro

What I want most

Jun 2016 Jacob Cuadro

Chloe Zafonte

What I want most

I just want to sit on a swing on the back porch of our future home, with the dog at our feet, watching the sun set beneath the trees. With my head on your shoulder without a care in the world.

Jun 2016 Jacob Cuadro

DARKNESS

Jun 2016 Jacob Cuadro

Ja

DARKNESS

Dark is the night, by the light of day

Harsh are the words, which some people say

Grievous the malaise, which we often feel

Deep are the wounds, of a hurt that won’t heal

Lasting the wrong, to whom it is done

Fleeting the moment, when praises are won

Tragic the loss, of someone we love

Empty the feeling, when they are thought of
WIZDUMBs BY JA 619