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There will always be a moment in life in which we need to make some choices and understand on which side to stand. To bury your head in the sand means you are killing your own essence. To make a choice means giving some time to your soul to build a shell of dignity.
- Manuela Camporaso
solEmn oaSis Apr 2017
hindi siya isang pintor
at ni hindi rin isang iskultor
ngunit nais na niyang maipinta
sa tulong ng mahiwagang tinta
yaong sa kanya'y humihimok
:mga kulay at puno sa diwa niya'y nakalilok!
Maging ang napakatayog na bundok
aakyatin niya hanggang mayapakan iyong rurok
at muli doon sa ibabaw
kanya pa ring isisigaw
ang mga pasaring ng kanyang abot-tanaw
bukam-bibig niyang imemensahe ang lihim sa liham nitong Tanglaw at Panglaw!
Bagamat minsan na niyang pinailanlang
yaring tagumpay na sa kabiguan ay sumalansang
at kung ating susuriin,di lahat ng kabalisaan ay gaya ng tubig sa pampang
sapagkat mayroong kapayapaan sa gitna ng kagulohang humahadlang.

Sa tuwinang pagmamasdan niya
ang walang pakpak na mga anghel sa lupa,
sa mga sandaling ramdam niya
ang mapanganib na mga lobong nag-aanyong tupa.
Iisa lamang ang katanongan na sa kanya'y sumasagupa
"ano nga ba ang kasagotan sa mata-pobre upang ito ay magpatirapa?"
nang sa gayo'y matutong manikluhod sa Dakilang Lumikha
Maiwaksi ang pang-aalipusta sa mga dusta
Huwag nang malunod pa sa yaman sa halip tumulong sa aba at dukha
sabi nga niya... ITAGA MO SA BATO AT SA TUBIG AY ILISTA
"hindi lang bilog ang kaya kong paikotin"
Ayon pa sa kanya--aking uulitin
"magagawa kong iluklok
ang magnasang maging nasa tuktok
basta't may kalakip na pag-ibig sa nasasakopang sulok"

hindi siya isang pintor
at ni hindi rin isang iskultor
ngunit nais na niyang maipinta
sa tulong ng mahiwagang tinta
yaong sa kanya'y humihimok
:mga kulay at puno sa diwa niya'y nakalilok!
learn to move
move to learn

*April 9 Araw ng Kagitingan sa Pinas
Nora Mar 2017
Tears and tequila sloshing in her stomach
She’s a turbulent maelstrom, violently
Pulling and pushing people in and out
Of her suffocating grasp

The ocean calls out to her, whispering
“We are one of the same;"
Tugging and strumming the strings of her heart
As they wail to the violins

Shattered glass and swirling gales
Lure her to moon white sands
Her body moves unconsciously,
Gliding smoothly toward the tides

The waves crash at her feet and
She is salt water -- the teasing temptress,
Singing siren, luring men to certain death,
Spitting limp bodies back to shore like seaweed

Foggy eyes drip brine into the ocean
Essence fading with each step forward
Shallow waters embrace and murmur
“Welcome home,” her last moments
Preserved in the crashing sea foam
Insp. by Humoresque (1946)
George Krokos Mar 2017
A human being is like a flower with a hidden nectar essence of love, peace, bliss and wisdom inside
but takes the bee of strong determination to draw out or manifest it in one’s life and naturally abide.
______
From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Lunar Jan 2017
I
Am
Missing
All
The
Times
We
Never
Even
Had
To wjh.
Always.
Crimsyy Nov 2016
I want to feed on your heart
more than I want to feel your lips,
kisses don't heal bruises,
bandage solutions don't
wash away mistakes.

I have a tendency
to love what leaves,
and as I wait for rightful affection,
you've made my heart into
a mindless metronome,
one side of me head
over heels for you,
cannot think of ever leaving you,
but then once again,
12 am reminds me
of exactly why
I absolutely loathe you.

I could have devoured you,
swallowed you whole,
coated myself with
your very essence,
but, I could talk infinity
into trading its forever for
a nanosecond of you
and nothing would change;
I'm just a plan B for you.

I want to say I meant
"I love you",
you made some moments
truly magical so,
thankyou for stopping by,
but I cannot let you
place the moon in my sky.

- Crimsyy
Mazen Edlibi Oct 2016
Who should I blame!
What should I blame!
I am the Ground of those Feelings!
I am Holding that Heart!
I am Carrying that Soul!
                         So....
Should I Blame Myself!
Should I Blame God for the purity in my Essence!
I can't Renounce my Pleasure of feeling my Pain!
I can't Ignore those Wounds!
They are Me!
I can't be Dead Anymore!
Daisy Vallely Oct 2016
I sink into my bed,
laying in Limbo,
comfortably cold
and detached.
Your essence roams back and forth,
pacing
between my ears.
I taste the residue
of your monotone voice,
salivating at the thought of
you.
Our nights were simply
unforgettable.
We watched the clouds
blend into the sky,
as the rich colors became
beautifully distorted;
I swear they breathed.
I gently touched your
empty chest...
As it rose and fell,
The scenery above us
expanded infinitely.
Our laughs
resembled bonded youth,
forming together
like an orchestra of splendor.

I desperately try to relive this feeling,
our captivating high.
It disintegrated.
You have melted away
and life is somber.
you have become a bland figure
without a face.
You have become the static
Of a television in the silence
of an apocalypse.
You hide within irrelevance...
but the way you once moved,
so gracefully,
so insanely,
will remain Imprinted
in my loveless mind.


© 2016 D.M.V
Josie Oct 2016
I'll steal your essence if I please
You're the only thing I really need
I promise you, I wouldn't tease
I yearn for your neck to bleed
I have this terrible disease
Every night I go out to feed
I'm sorry, I don't mean to displease
If you'll excuse me I need to proceed
It won't be long after you begin to wheeze
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