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Peter Simon Feb 2015
I am
alone. But
not alone-
alone...
I have my family,
I have my friends. What
I mea    nt is that I am   alone.
That   sometimes, I won   der
If any    one ever cared    about
me. If    they ever thought  of  me.
Has      he eaten yet? Has he      got-
ten      some sleep yet? Is any   one
with    him? Does he want to    talk
about som     ething? Is
he alright? Is   he happy?
Deep insi     de me, I'm
hoping th    at at least,
somone th    inks that
way. All I   am saying,
is I need s     omeone.
Maybe,         I need


**Y O U
Peter Simon Feb 2015
You could’ve tasted like heaven
How would I know,
I’m going to hell?

I’m quite sure my hands would love to crawl,
Over your soft skin
I’m quite sure I would love to sniff,
Your silky long hair
I’m quite sure my arms would love to wrap,
Itself around your body

By the burning lamp,
I’m taking advantage over you, sweat running;
You, moaning, knowing nobody would hear
Piercing your nails at my back, with rage and fear

Your clothes torn to pieces,
Caused by resisting me
Your body tattooed with bruises,
Caused by my too-firm grip
Your addictive breath
That goes through my throat and lungs

You could’ve tasted like heaven
How would I know,
I’m going to hell?
This is the English version of my Filipino Poem "Paano ko Malalaman?": http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1081875/paano-ko-malalaman/
Peter Simon Feb 2015
He promised Mama he would come back,
Before he left, three days after I was born
Now, still no sign of him, and I’m 18
But I will be here; I’ll keep waiting

No matter how long…
No matter where you are…
No matter what happens…


I don’t care if he already has a wife
Yes, it’ll be fine
I don’t care if he had children with her
Yes, I don’t mind

It’s him I want,
I won’t get mad
I would hug him tight;
Tightest of the hugs I’ve ever given to anybody else

I will wait, I promise
I just hope it won’t take forever
I will wait, because I promised I would
And I will wait, because
He promised Mama he would come back
© Daniel Grey
2015
Peter Simon Feb 2015
Siguro lasa kang langit
E, paano ko malalaman,
Papunta akong impyerno?

Masarap igapang ang kamay ko,
Sa malambot **** balat
Masarap amuy-amuyin,
Ang madulas **** buhok
Masarap yakapin ng mahigpit,
Ang nakakaakit **** katawan

Katabi ng nagbabagang lampara,
Ako’y pawisan na nagsasamantala
Ikaw na umuungol sa tainga kong manhid
At alam nating walang makakarinig

Mabango **** damit na punit-punit,
Sa matindi **** paglaban
Mabango **** katawan na nagkapasa
Sa mahigpit kong paghawak
Mabango **** hininga na dumaraan
Sa aking mismong lalamunan at baga

Siguro lasa kang langit
E, paano ko malalaman,
Papunta akong impyerno?
This is the Filipino version of my English Poem "How Would I Know?": http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1082850/how-would-i-know/
Peter Simon Feb 2015
Stop setting yourself on fire,
For someone who stays,
To watch you burn.
Peter Simon Feb 2015
Terhe are all dnifereft kdins of wlords out trehe,
Weethhr you tihnk it eixst or it deos not

Tehre are all dferfiet knids of wdorls you bnoleg,
Whteher tehy tinhk it esixt or it deos not

Yro'ue atuclaly rdenaig tihs peom in a drefenfit wrlod you dind't kenw eetsxid.
Peter Simon Feb 2015
Now, I know that it's every person you meet who decides what beast you become.
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