Gusto kong higitan
ang kinang ng mga butuin
Baka sakali ako'y iyong mapansin
Nagtatago sa mga hibla ng ulap
Ang pag sinta ko sayo
Sa puso ko'y lumaganap
Tila apoy na nilalamon ang kaluluwang
Tigang sa pagibig
Ang simpleng hiling
Higitan ang mga butuin
At kung maaari kay Kupido bigkasin
Sana'y puso nya din ay panain



-Tula II, Margaret Austin Go

Ang iyong mga matang nangungusap
Lumuluha ng buhangin
Kasama ng iyong mga pangarap
Lumipad na at nagtago sa mga ulap
Ang halimuyak ng iyong mga yakap
ay nadarama pa rin
Pilit hinugot ang  mga ugat ng pasakit
Sa puso niya
Binaon nang walang pasabi
Kasabay nang pag iyak ng langit
Kailanman hindi mawawaglit
Lahat ng mga salitang nasambit
Ngunit ngayon kasama na ng hangin
Ang pagibig na hindi pa rin kayang limutin


-Tula II, Margaret Austin Go

A tree is never worthless
Even if it is fruitless
Like how God made his child
You should never count
how much you cried
For you have flowers on your insides
You have watered them with every fight
Now you glow with warm light
Like trees your hands are free
Waving to the skies
You are bound for bliss all eternity



-Weep No More, Margaret Austin Go

The vulture's wicked eyes awaits for his flesh
He is ready
Withered
All rotten but still breathing
Almost numb
Lying in this bed of ice
Searing his heart like fire
The darkness veiled
his room of fragrant memories of her
Now bound to oblivion
He reached out his hands
trying to catch the dust of his past
But he can only manage a twitch in his fingers
All he can do is savor
This perfume of her that still lingers
Like a waterfall
His tears fell for his dear flower
Then a sharp pain in his chest and a whisper
Inaudible but he felt it was real
His eyes wander
He catches his last breath
His lids close in reconciliation
Whilst he heard wings that flutter
The pain cuts to black
The heavens accepted his submission
Then
He's back
Like a dip in the water
A renewed soul
He never felt better
Pitch black as the skies
Unfamiliar but he felt home
A silhouette shines from afar
like the radiance of the day
A sight almost blinding
but he can't refuse the invitation
The garden bloomed like the spring
with all the archangels' salutations
And when this silken hands held him
they emitted all the colors
Now he remembers her saying
"I'll be seeing you my love."
In his death bed
All the while
She was waiting



-Death Bed, Margaret Austin Go