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Giovanna Jul 2020
In this house so big,
where mammoth appears miniature as a twig,
is occupied by my family lil wacky,
and the members lil shabby.

Fancy dress is a quotidian.
And try to talk in lydian.

I love being with them.
Treat me as a rare gem.

We spend time ample.
But they leave me alone in a temple.

Few times their pretend cuts look real,
like denying to heal.

Forever with me.
But a visiter and no guarantee.

People are weirdly overwhelmed by sentiments,
and ask me how am i doing since the car accident.
Do you also forget some incidents but the gones are alive?
Kym Relo Jun 2020
Ang lakas ng ulan
Pero, nandito pa rin ako
Naghihintay.
Ang lakas ng paghampas ng ulan sa aking likod
Pero, nandito pa rin ako
Naghihintay

Ang unang tingin niya sa akin,
Noong pinanganak pa lang ako
Ay hindi tinging na ibinibigay ng nanay
Ang mga mata niya
Punong-puno ng alat na makikita mo lang sa dagat
Dahil, hindi ako parte sa mga balak niya.

Pero, baka dahil lang sa kanyang konsensya
Pumunta siya sa ibang bansa.
Niyuko niya ang kanyang ulo para maitaas ko ang akin.
Binuhos niya ang kanyang pagkatao para ako’y makakain.
Kahit hindi ako parte sa mga balak niya
Minahal pa rin niya, ako.

Kaya, nandito ako, naghihintay.
Sa harap ng libingan ng kanyang nanay.
Ang lakas ng ulan
Pero, nandito pa rin ako
Parang noong
Nandoon siya para sa akin.
This is my first poem in Tagalog.
Poetic T May 2020
If spelling was a marathon,
       you tripped over on


the first step..
Dam you spell check...
How could I forget that accident,
Which made us feel like we are meant,
We both underestimated each other,
This paved the way for us to walk together,
After that everyday was full of confessions,
Every hug, Every cuddle, Every moment was mixed with passions,
Your smile was what I wanted to see everyday,
For that I always had to find a way,
Those small wounds would make you worry,
And then I would be in your arms for you to carry,

But how could I forget that accident,
Where you forget me and went,
I alone got tortured living those memories,
Remembering every of your chivalry,
It is pain to see you too close but too far,
Like fighting alone a war,
In your eyes I am now a stranger,
In your path and life I've become a hinder,
Now I realize how your love was no less than a poison,
For that how you chose me to be the one,
It is pain that I wear behind this smile,
But you wouldn't stop to look at it for a while,
Now everything has changed including you,
Wish I had never met you.
Long after I have given up,
my heart searches for you without my permission.
-Rudy Francisco
Sammy Fowler Apr 2020
My life changed
Forever
Just 'cause of
One accident
Svode Apr 2020
All it took was one mistake
to change my life forever
Katelyn Billat Apr 2020
Months ago,
I would sneak out to his car
And we would drive for hours
Under the night sky.

Honest conversations would erupt.
Once I told him that
I hoped to trip into love,
Not seeing it coming.
Fall over it stumbling.

I would shiver when
The engine shut off.
Our warm bodies
Would become close,
In his backseat beneath
His heavy blanket.

Sometimes I would become so cold
That he would let me
Wrap myself in the blanket.
My head would lay in his warm lap.

His hands would warm my cheeks,
His fingers tracing,
Drawing shapes on my skin
And brush through my hair.
I could always feel his eyes on me,
As I drifted to a dream land.

I would stumble to
The front door in the morning
With frizzy hair and
Wrinkled clothes.
My father would be waiting,
Toes tapping
And arms crossed.

One night he told me I was beautiful.
I blushed and giggled,
Then he told me I was stumbling.

On a Saturday, his car slid on the ice
With me in the passengers seat
I hope when he sees those dents
And crushed light he thinks of me.

He smashed his car,
Oh what a coincidence.
It was a car accident
And I accidentally tripped,
And my heart broke.

Despite,
I would give anything
For a car ride with him.
Jonathan Moya Mar 2020
The rear view mirror showed the car on fire.
Metal no protection for burning flesh—
burning down to the color of the night—
a bright reversal reflected in white.
Maybe charred bone? Not hell. Neither heaven.
Police, EMTs too late to save the
tissues smelling like pan steak, fatty pork—
blood emitting its metallic compounds—
the burnt liver of organs— spinal gel    
a musky, sweet perfume less offensive
than wires, plastic, alloys, the circuitry
melting down every(all)things to its base.
He (it) never saw, tasted, felt the crash
coming from the back/front/side. But I did.
Asominate Mar 2020
Woman at the well
Sitting on its borders
Looking down within
She fell, she fell

Buckets come, buckets go
Water is taken
She sinks down some more
In the well, for she fell

Meet her there
Halfway, all the way
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