Sherry Jane Mercines

Sherry Jane Mercines Nov 2020

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦
𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧
𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬
𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴
𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮
𝘞𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵
𝘛𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦
O𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘦
𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥
𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥
𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥
𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥
𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭
𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘦
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯
𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵
𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴

Sherry Jane Mercines Oct 2020

Tatlumput Walo

𝘐𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘹
𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦

𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥
𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺-
𝘍𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸
𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵,
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳
𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴
𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥
𝘞𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥,
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴,
𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦
𝘖𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴
𝘞𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴,
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵
𝘌𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰, 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦
𝘈𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

Sherry Jane Mercines Oct 2020

Tatlumput Anim

You're that mysterious moon phase
Whose half is hidden in the void
It's sad but a nostalgic view
That no matter how you faint your shadows
I'm drawn closer to you
My fondness grows
As you play a shadowy smile
On your lips
Or try to sound dumb as you speak
But I only see courage from the battlescars you wear
Wisdom, from the wrinkles on your forehead
Profound thoughts, in your silence

Sherry Jane Mercines Oct 2020

Tatlumput Lima

The sky speaks of its unfathomable beauty
A thousand words that flutter in the air
And I cannot help but to feel lowly
On how this unworthiness is spared
Like a delicate vessel in a glorious house
Of which has no use
But is kept safe
Under the ***** of heavens

Sherry Jane Mercines Sep 2020

Tatlumput Apat

A seven-year-old girl stood up
In the midst of the council
She’s chubby faced,
With faint pink cheeks
And a curly hair
She asked the preacher a question
About life, family and cruelty
Quite prudent for a child, I said
I was looking at her, then my heart
Suddenly bleeds
As If a wound dehisced
From a forceful comeback

I saw my nine-year-old self
In a locked room, crying alone
Asking God the same questions
Why are some children mean to other children?
Will I ever get fair and slim?
How will I be accepted ?
All these years I've bagged these queries
That greatly affected my esteem
I felt that I was a fault in the universe
For being different and unpretty

But as years unfold, so as the answers
Life has thought me that I should
Not try to fit in some else’s box
And nurture the strength
That would make me feel alive
To have a bigger room in your heart
For patience and tolerance
And for parents, an extra compassion
For an ailing child
Let them breathe in someone else’s shoulder
If you cannot provide

Life was my teacher
I may not have heard about these before
But experiences geared me up
Towards understanding it
Though sometimes it is learned
The hardest and painful way
The life I’ve led and the preacher
Said the same things

Sherry Jane Mercines Sep 2020

Tatlumput tatlo

I’ve seen beautiful smiles
That are wide but fleeting
A rainbow of black and white
Invigorating but empty

And a simple one
Which is but a mosaic
Of thousands of emotions
Intricately outlined
By the charming wrinkles
In the corner of her eyes
And the blue hues of her breath
That gives life

Sherry Jane Mercines Sep 2020

Tatlumput Dalawa

𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘳
𝘖𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭
𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴
𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺
𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘸
𝘞𝘩𝘰’𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦
𝘖𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺
𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘈𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥
𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦
𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥
𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦
𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘦, 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦
𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴
𝘛𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥
𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦
𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴
𝘚𝘰, 𝘐’𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵
𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦
𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥
𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴,
𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩
𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘴
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭
𝘛𝘰 𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘳

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰

𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴
𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴’ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴’ 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴
𝘈𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩’𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘺
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭
𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩

𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭
𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵