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Zay Dec 2021
Baba tucks me into bed & I ask him to read me a story.
He tells me tales of foxes & rabbits,
Each one ending in glory.
I dream of baby bunnies with cotton tails & cottage houses,
Sneaky wolves with evil plans,
Being deceived by mouses.

Baba tucks me into bed & kisses my forehead goodnight.
We exchange our “I Love You’s” as he turns off the light.
I dream of my new school & wonder if the kids will like me,
Maybe if I pretend to be sick, Baba won’t have to take me.

I yell out to Baba “goodnight!” before closing my room door.
His footsteps keep me up at night,
Till 2 am, 3 am, 4…
I want to tell him that I’m concerned for his health,
That I love him & so much more.

I tuck Baba into bed & kiss his forehead goodnight,
Telling him tales of better days, before turning off the light…
Dedicated to my father, as we continue to watch each other grow.
Tu Anh Apr 2020
So yes he left us
Left this life on earth
Marking his completion
A circle of human life: being born and death

I met him in his
Thirties , young ; yet, not that sweet
I met him in his
Early mid-life crisis (?)
Returned home from his
Years serving Military service

There, he found two kids
And their iron lady-in-chief
Struggling with life to feed
the two little birds
All he wanted is
Stay home and be their dad
And that’s how we grew up
Having sweetest, most kind-hearted, loving dad
And an opposite : iron , nothing can break , lady of our place.

It’s said, you know, daughter is daddy’s past life love
The bond between us
Was instant and ferocious
He hold me tight in my burning feverishness
He braided my hair from my early years
Till I went to college
He made me those most beautiful artworks
For my school homework
He was my hero, was everything I wish
For my future man to be

Life then parted us
as I wanted to leave
As far as I can, from their protective fondness
I detached myself, stopped having them
As a important factor of my life
“cause deep down I know they would do everything
To steal me back and shape me to their “ideal” happiness

We struggled as we grow
Life got us back together sooner than I know
And in its most devilish method
Three women crying next to his dying bed
“Is there anything you wanna leave?
For your daughters as their inherit?”
“I have nothing to give” exclaimed him through a soft breath
We burst out crying as we said
“Daddy you gave us all your life
How can we ask for more, please rest in the light
Of inseparable love , we promise”

So here we are, this is the first TET
We would undergo, without your exist
Wherever you are now, my dearest dad
Lets celebrate this incredible fate
Of having each other , of sharing life-long companionship.
MisfitOfSociety Aug 2019
Like the rain I was born to fall,
Down to the earth to rise,
And someday to return.
I greet the sky with green fingers.
And hold the sun’s hand.
Her touch is like breathing to me,
It keeps me alive,
And in return I keep you too.
As I drift to the grave I leave my kids in my place,
Where they will grow,
And hold the sun’s hand as I did long ago.
ANA CORREIA Sep 2018
When I get older, maybe saner
Will I remember all the wars that we fought?
Perhaps I will forget all the old bone breaking danger
And all the wicked tricks we were once taught

Yet I will have the scars to prove
There was a time I was the brave one
When I was the hunter and not the food
That faceless shadow behind the gun

They will tell lies about our dreams
Their words will make us true born heroes
Painting with our blood the most poetic scenes
Using nothing more than a few misplaced words and mirrors

And because I can no longer remember
Because I’m just a shadow of the woman I once were
I will nod my head and heart in surrender
Not knowing I was my own personal saboteur
Because one day we may all forget our past, and that is what scares me the most...
Tiffany Scicluna Jan 2018
Round & round
In circles I go
An Endless cycle
That finally was gone.

After that,
What is there left,
Just an empty bottle.

A few dropplets,
Are only left,
Remains of what was,
And no clue of what will be.
Anthony Smith Jun 2017
The moth flies in circles,
Forever distracted by the light.

Surely it must be the moon,
Telling it where to go.

Yet as long as it remains on,
The moth shall never escape.

For it is in the moth's nature
to always follow the light.

Until the time comes
that the moth is not but ash.
Max Jun 2016
Their feathers shiver
from the autumn wind;
Their wings move
making the wind swirl.
Their eyes and minds
are set on places with warmer air.
They are delighted,
they have their beaks
to splice the wind
and lead the way.

When they land,
they begin a new life
Unsure of what will happen,
But knowing
that they will return to their old.
From A Heart May 2016
Naiinis ako sa mga hipokrito
Na ginagawa sa iba
Ang ayaw nilang gawin sa kanila.

Naiinis ako sa mga makasarili
Na kaya kong unawain
Ngunit hind magbibigay ng oras na intindihin ako.

Naiinis ako sa kanya
Dahil nalilito ako.

Naiinis ako sa kanya
Dahil nililito ako.

Naiinis ako sayo
Kasi ayaw mo akong tigilan.

Naiinis ako sa sarili ko
Dahil ang mundo ay bilog nga
At alam kong lahat ng kinaiinisan ko
Sa akin din nagsisimula.
Apollo Hayden Jan 2016
A baby was born today
As an old man passes away
The circle of life synchronizing both feelings of joy and pain
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