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If the time is not right and I die – just be brave,

Read this to ease the brokenness inside, Love!

Let the tears run from thy eyes down to the ground of my grave.

I’ll accept it as condolence for my body underneath - for my spirit above.

My vitriolic tone shall not surprise thee.

I wrote this to whoever has cared.

Grief can be expressed, but not forever – I am now free.

Thereby in hearts - will leave scars and on time - will leave fear, instead.

If time concurs, I now have to die to wake up my legacy.

This is the inevitable sorrow that we can’t run into, but face.

No one can heal, but at least try to find some remedy.

Send love, above is farewell, and in the earth is your warmest embrace.

The life of ours won’t end in death,

It is in living without love and leaving without legacy at our last breath.

- Aubergine Cher Bautista
With these broken feet, I'll stand.
I'll wake my soul to life without gettin' fear of my dungeon inside.
I'll let go of my fear where the grievous suffering is in store.
& I'll let the world of truth be the one to deplore and abhor.

                                                         ­                - Aubergine Cher Bautista
December 2, 2020 (7:07 PM) Phil. time
In my arduous heart - dwells my fear.
Weighing egal rights, before the spring.
These ices from winter colds,
Heat up by the sun that never gets old.
I’m the sun on the day of summer
You’re the ice in the winter.
You said, “I don’t need a piece of your shine”.
You’re getting colder and for you it’s fine.
How can I let you be?
-If you stop at the count of three.
I think I should go now…
‘Cause I can’t take this anyhow.

- Aubergine Cher Bautista
As this world runs in cruelty and in greed,
Our eyes see the world perfect-blindly.
Those who have power stay unfair and unjust, indeed -
The stated laws were implemented tightly.

Power over humanity exists in today’s world.
We as powerless have no right to scrutinize, but to concur.
Their pledges remain twirled -
The hurdle stays in abundance with no cure.

It is in us where the grievous suffering is in store;
And we have none to succor them all.
The hunger and incurable malady strike humankind in any form.
It led to increased mortality, decreased economy, but who to call?

Whoever has power, our safety cannot be guaranteed –
They are the ones that makes our life at risk.
They stand as an impediment for our nation not to succeed.
Their fall is soon our victory – this is not in the pace-brisk.

It’s been a year, still no sign of good deed.
Half of the world is asleep –
Some shock for awakening their soul is what they need.
We have lost enough; at least we have ourselves to keep.

The string of our patience reached its limitation.
Rich people hoard too much and now most of us left deprived.
Who’ll lift marginalized Filipinos in our nation? –
Who'll give us fair allocation that is incumbent for us to survive?

Tedious journey might it seem.
Our souls’ little voices are still unheard.
What life this could be without our soaring dream? –
We shall move our mountains even gratification is deferred.

Now, the time is ours to stand as one with clenched hands,
It’s time for us to deplore and abhor their thoughts.
It’s time to listen in our souls' little voices to be heard at once.
And it’s time for us to break the darkness by our flaming oath.

- Aubergine Cher Bautista
James Carney Oct 2020
Who gave you that name, Cinderella? Grey
Like the faded ashes they make you clean.
Strict as the hour-glass, they haven’t seen you gleam.
Granular vision curtails them to day.
Cursed curfew; trickling sands serve time’s keen gain.  
Chandeliers and red wine, the ball’s a dream.
Midnight’s starlight in your slippers, you flee.
Shatter all the glass; then, with me, remain.
Sharp as its edges, coarse time vanishes,
Like the bacchant’s memory, your form’s bare.
Soft feet brushed by sands, lips seal promises.
Exiled, like your gown, we don’t belong there.
See through me, Cinderella, take my hand.
Your name’s gold-dust; I’ll sign it in the sand.
This poem is something of a thematic continuation of 'the little glass slipping'. I fused the petrarchan octave with shakespearean sestet to form a unique sonnet that explores romantic love and lust respectively. Hope you guys enjoy!
How can I able to start this line?
Words are lapsing, not my heart.
Just give me time to think about rhyme.
And I will do mind its rhyme scheme just for this part.
Its sequel dwells within our past.
Like their love when they first introduced the world to us.
How gratitude can be seen?
Not through giving medal as the best mother on earth.
But through giving respect that's what they need.
Recognize their feelings at the same time, their worth.
Reminiscing yesterday will bring strength tomorrow.
Like the sunset will have to set its beautiful hue without tears and sorrow.
And at their sunset, we'll see their lips twist into a sardonic smile.
Their eyes will twinkle with mirth, without thinking about their time.

-Aubergine Cher Bautista
Jesha Apr 2018
All these lies and smiles I eat
Rest in my head like the tombs of the dead
And make a tally in mind, I keep
For the time comes soon, I shall shed
The decay that stains dry lips black
And Pollocks the mountains of my cheeks
Like webs of a spider, left unchecked
A scorn of thorns I will mete
For each scar of a promise unkept
Has nested a home in my dried-up heart
And unlike you, for whom I've wept
Their bitter voices keep me warm

Betrayal grips me like a forgotten lover
I dance in your demise, and rise - untethered.
Once upon a time I was forced into following rules & writing a sonnet for homework...
dorian green Apr 2017
my head feels funny so i thought i'd write
a sonnet in an attempt to get sleep
tired eyes meet heavy thoughts meet long nights
lonely hours breed thoughts of hearts sworn to keep

why do these thoughts always come back to you?
oh, all the things i would give to forget
me swearing to you my love and time too
when do promises become cursed debt?

maybe i am not the best with my words
i have a disposition to sadness
does that mean you can cut my heart in thirds?
tearing me apart in your cruel madness?

though still confused, i'm glad you ****** off
though i'm without sleep, i am moving on
we were volatile, a **** molotov
now i can move peacefully into dawn

though lacking you, it is still a new day
i would not have it any other way
Emma Livry Dec 2016
Imagine a natural disaster
A mass collection of terrible things.
Think wind and rain and clouds that start to stir,
A noise so loud that it makes your ears ring.

Tormenting a whole town 'til it is done,
Just raging devastation all around.
Why do you terrorize us just for fun?
Is this where all your attention is found?

But after it is through we all come out
And realize exactly what happened.
This disaster brought out all of our doubt
It was not there we all just imagined.

Oh, dream that reached us all- thank you so much.
You got us out of our own evil clutch.
This is old.
Templar of Steel Jan 2016
The sun that shone so bright upon the ice
So cold, so hard, the ice, but yet so white
The water froze so long ago by lies
But then the truths revealed the shining light

The love thou have suppressed won’t fade away
Infect your mind and heart it will; again
Just let thy warm emotion free; You may
Be warmed and cared about; again

But if you let thy heart be open wide
The sun will shine on you with light divine
The one you love may with your heart coincide
Maybe the one will not but you will shine

If love, at end of life, you can’t recall
it’s like you won’t have been alive at all
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