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solEmn oaSis Mar 2023
Aking Buhay ay langit sa piling mo,
dahil Nag-aalab sa iyong silay,,
aking sinta ang apoy ng pag-ibig ko.
Tila mga bara ng ginto na ibinaon sa hukay...
itong kaluluwa ko na dinalisay para sa iyo !
hanggang matagpoan mo ang liwanag na alay,,
na di ko masumpungan kung di pa sa tulong mo !

Wala akong masabi kapag kapwa tayo masaya,
Halos maubo ako sa kakatawa
Walang pagsidlan kasi ang aking saya,
Sa sandaling nagigisnan ko ang kislap ng 'yong mga mata...
Kaya naman ganun din akuh kalungkot..
Kapag ikaw ay nakasimangot,
Sa bawat oras ng paalaman natin ay yakap ang gamot !
Hilom sa ating mga damdamin kapag nayayamot...
Para bang papalubog na araw na di malalagot ,,,,
At tila banda na ang musika ay hindi mapapagot...
Ganyan ko lagi tayo tinatandaan sa paraang ikaw lang at ako ang sagot

Magkasuyo buong gabi
Kapwa mga makatang humahabi
Mga tugma natin ay hindi namumutawi
Ngunit pilit binibigkas ng ating mga labi
Pagkat ang gusto ko ay lagi sa iyong tabi
Ikaw ang buhay ko at lagi kitang kabahagi....

Oh wuoooh hoooohh oha
Napapaawit na itong tula
Ayokong maging isang nakaraang lumala
katulad na lamang ng isang Lumilisang Alaala

Gaya halimbawa
nating d a l a w a
Para bang papalubog na araw na di malalagot,
o magunaw man ang buong mundo...
Ganyan ko lagi tayo tinatandaan sa paraang ikaw lang at ako ang sagot..
Sa aking mga pangambang baka hindi ito innuendo,
paano kung sa aking paggising
totoo na pala ang mga pasaring
doon Sa Kama ng aking paghihintay
Hindi na pala tayo magtatanday,
sana sa susunod na muli kang magpapakita sa akin
sana naman ay hindi na sa panaginip at iyong tiyakin
na isa kang buhay na katangian sa riyalidad...
at hihintayin kita hanggang dun sa aking pag-edad...
Dumalaw ka man o hindi sa pagsapit ng bukas sa aking piling...
Patuloy akong mangangarap  habang nananaginip ng gising!!!

Gaano man ikaw ka-TARAY
Habang ako ay nasa RATAY
my Love
My darling
hanggang ang gabi ko ay araw
Ang araw ko ay palaging ikaw
Jake Devlin Feb 2023
They say that when you’re hungry
That you learn real fast what is important
I haven’t eaten in three days
Why is my mind still on you
Serendipity Sep 2022
The sky rips through itself with ease.
Self-destruction is an art form when
you are nothing but constellations and wonder.

Black holes tear
through the fabric of the universe
and celestial hands reach through them,
scratching at God's flesh.

Stellar voices echo
through these pits of imbibe
asking it's creator
one question:
"why?"

Fistfuls of stars thrown into
the jarring teeth of inferno;
a flame that feuls more fire.

Planets are crushed
under gravity's legs,
and, like a child unsatisfied with a drawing,
the space between galaxies
crumples like paper.

Tired of being a feast for human eyes,
and being

Poked, Proded, and Penetrated by People

God's first and best creation
consumes itself whole
to satisfy
the hunger.
I have been thinking a lot about black holes lately and how they destroy the very thing that created them. Maybe they are God's failsafe.
Serendipity Sep 2022
The sky is drowning
in itself.

Ripping itself apart
through black holes
and hoping that eating itself

will keep it full.
rk Jun 2022
you want to see
how soft and tender my flesh is
and crack the inside of my mind open
like a pomegranate,
ruby jewels spilling onto white sheets.
i offer my plum ripe heart to you greedily
prey wanting to be hunted,
only to be left with sticky hands
from trying to hold myself together
when you walk away.
- we all have a hunger.
Katie May 2022
A void brings nothing but pain,
This, I find, rings true throughout me.
A heart split in twain,
A stomach running empty.

Yet it's when my head feels full,
That it chooses to announce dismay;
It racks and beats against my skull,
And announces intent to stay.
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rk Apr 2022
i once thought how easily
i could compare my love
to my eating disorder

sometimes i want all of you
to devour you hungrily
consuming you with greedy hands
only to exorcise you out
when i feel unworthy

other times it sneaks up on me
your name humming in the dark
leaving me starving
for nothing will satisfy but you

if only i could let myself
have a single taste
to press my teeth upon your heart
and feel your blood rising
to meet mine

then, once all i could taste was you
once you kissed every corner
of my honey soaked mouth
i would spit you out
before i could swallow you whole
before the hurt came
and ruined me entirely.
N Feb 2022
Give me your
crimson mouth
to devour in secret

Help me put out
this burning desire–

All the unspeakable
things I hunger for

Be my muse,
so I can finish
writing this poem
Persephone Feb 2022
Ah yes, love has a way of tasting differently when god birthed you hungry
George Krokos Jan 2022
The birds in the backyard often look there for food
and it seems they're doing so lately in a happier mood;
it was just the other day when I mowed the grass
so now they can move easily over it again and pass.
Their activity is done habitually each and every day
and watching them closely seems as if they're at play.

They scrounge on the soil with their beaks and feet
competing at times for some bite and morsel to eat.
When disturbed by a sound they fly up into any tree
away from the threat of danger they scamper and flee.
A human presence would be enough to get them going
particularly when heading in their direction knowing.

It's a bit of a delight to see them at play in their quest
doing what they all have to do to survive hunger's test.
I used to feed them some crumbs on a regular basis
which became a habit for me to them as in an oasis.
Together with water left in a plastic bowl for a drink
they'd a few things going for them one would think.

It was only after the local cats caught onto the idea
with their basic instinct, that food or game, was near.
One of them would come around and hide in the grass
crouching there patiently for the right moment to pass;
if the birds were unaware they would fly down to eat
of the crumbs left for them so their hunger could beat.

The cat seizing on the opportunity then would by surprise
spring up and race after them as food or game in its eyes.
There would be a mad scramble and loud flutter of wings
as the birds, escaping from that danger a predator brings,
would scatter and fly away as fast as they could to where
they'd be relatively safe from the clutches of death there.

Sometimes when looking out the back window I'd see
a cat roaming in the backyard in the shadows of a tree;
this would be enough warning for me to raise the alarm
and get out to try and keep those local birds from harm.
I would do this by chasing the cat away over the fence
so the area would be clear again for the birds I'd sense.
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Written in December, 2020
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