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181 · Apr 2020
Poetry
It is a unique
art of speaking
the language
of the heart.
What is poetry?
161 · Jul 2024
PA-VICTIM
Huwag kang pumukol ng puno ng niyog na hindi mo kayang saluhin ang mga bunga nito.

Huwag kang gumawa ng sarili **** ulan at mang-gagalaiti kung bigla kang tinamaan ng kidlat.
140 · Sep 2024
A Hollow Echo
You stand tall
But your shadow is thin
A hollow echo of who you pretend to be.
Your words fall like brittle dry leaves--
Broken and empty.
Scattered by the wind that dares to blow.
A person who makes up stories and lies.
135 · Jun 2024
Bright Star
I still bleed in pain
since you were gone.
There's a hollow space inside
that will never be filled and
there's no way to untangle
my heart from yours.

For the rest of my life,
you are always tucked in my heart,
.......our bright star.
First Death Anniversary of my Son Clay
133 · Dec 2024
Paro-Paro
Ikaw ang awit ng puso
Sa piling mo ay paraiso
Binubulong ng hangin
Pangalan **** kay lambing
Ikaw ay paro-paro.

Mailap at mapaglaro
Langit kapag ikaw ay pinagmamasdan
Mga mata ay ayaw kang pakawalan,
Ikaw ay paro-paro.

Halina sa aking hardin
At ating libutin
Mga halamang  hitik sayo ng pagtingin
Na katulad ng aking damdamin.

Dumapo ka sana upang ikaw ay malapitan
Iingatan ka at hinding hindi sasaktan
Sa piling ng mga bulaklak,
huwag kang mag-alinlangan.

Huwag kang matakot
Sapagka't pag-ibig ko sayo ay bumabalot.
This poetry was created sometime in 2017.
132 · Sep 2024
The Gossiper
Tongues dance in shadows,
Stories bend and shift like smoke,
None hold their own weight.
121 · Sep 2024
The Pathological Liar
She claims she's seen a pink cow,
And danced on rainbows—don't ask me how!
Her stories stretch from here to Andromeda,
She once sold moonlight in glass jars!
...But nope it's nonsense every time.
Her tale of stories where nothing's ever true!
Making up stories
116 · Dec 2024
A Symphony of Many Hands
I am many things, quietly,
A poet whose words flow softly through the stillness,
A writer, shaping thoughts into words
That speak when silence is too loud.

In art, I find my voice—
A visual artist, crafting from dreams,
Letting colors spill where they may,
Shaping moments that feel like they've always existed.

But I am also hands that build,
A builder, laying stones to form something lasting,
Designing spaces where ideas and reality meet,
Where simple things become more than they seem.

And when the world demands structure,
I walk in the realm of reason,
Working with systems and numbers,
Not as a master, but as one who listens,
Helping them find their place.

Imagination is my quiet guide,
A spark that moves both thought and action,
For I do not only think—I feel,
And let my heart lead the way.

I am no grandmaster of any single thing,
But a humble creator,
Working with hands, mind, and soul,
Ever learning, ever doing,
With pride, but never boasting,
For the art I create is simply the best of me.
#freeversepoetry
104 · Dec 2024
Butterfly
You are the melody of my heart,
In your embrace, I find my home.
The wind carries your name,
A soft whisper, gentle as dawn.
You are a butterfly.

Fleeting, yet full of grace,
A sky within my gaze,
My eyes hold you, unwilling to part,
You are a butterfly.

Come, wander through my garden,
Where every bloom reflects my gaze,
Flowers bow to you in silence,
Like the feelings I cannot say.

May you land, so close to me,
I will guard you, never to harm,
Among the blossoms, trust in my care,
In their quiet embrace, you are safe.

Do not fear, my love,
For my heart wraps you in its warmth.
English Translation of Paro-Paro
85 · Sep 2024
Existence
Life's fleeting moments,
Laughter echoes, tears fall down,
Time slips through our hands.
#Senryu #Existence

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