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May 2020 · 117
Tadhana
Martee Joanne May 2020
Hindi minamadali, pero naghihintay.
Sa mga paang paparating ng walang ingay.
Sa tadhanang iginuguhit pa,
Sa akin kaya papunta?

Ako kaya'y mapapalingon
Kapag boses mo'y marinig?
Paano malalaman,
Na ikaw na pala yun?

Sa bawat paghampas ng panahon,
Araw-araw paring babangon,
Upang ika'y salubungin,
Sa araw ng iyong pagdating.
Dec 2018 · 107
Delusion
Martee Joanne Dec 2018
In the echoes of silence
Am i hearing your voice?
In the gardens of weeds
Am i seeing a flower bloom?

Your scent is nigh,
Like the room's full of it.
In the coldness of your presence
Your embrace is my warmth.

Yet you, invariably flee
In my sight, in my arms.
Even in the deepest of night
I wait for you in my sleep.
She's under the pipe dream that he is still there.
Dec 2018 · 269
Napagalitan ni Inay
Martee Joanne Dec 2018
Habag ang loob, pinto'y tinungo
Suot ang lumang sando, aburido
Sa paglabas,  saka napagtanto
Suot na tsinelas, hindi terno.

Hindi inalintana kahit kalangita'y nagbabadya
Sa parke, doon magbibisekleta
Kumulog, kumidlat, saka naalala
Si Inay kaya ay nag-aalala?
Dec 2018 · 134
My Dearly Departed
Martee Joanne Dec 2018
He must've been lonely, too
Especially without his morning brew
While little birds share their cuckoo
Bread crumb's a bait, he then spew.

He must've been peeking through the clouds
Yearning to escape from his linen shroud
He speaks my name out aloud
Would i got to hear it when i'm in the crowd?
Dec 2018 · 524
Kaibigan Lang
Martee Joanne Dec 2018
Pinagmasdan sa di kalayuan
Lungkot sayong mga mata'y nasaksihan
Kahit nananaig sa paligid ang tawanan.

Isinulat sa papel lirikong pinagtagpi.
Sa awiting ito damdami'y ikinubli.
Durog na puso'y isinabay sa pag uwi.

Kinabukasan aking pinagmasdan
Saya sayong mukha at kaaliwalasan.
Kamay nya sayong bisig aking nadatnan.
Dec 2018 · 142
My Dearly Departed
Martee Joanne Dec 2018
He must've been lonely, too
Especially without his morning brew
While little birds share their cuckoo
Bread crumb's a bait, he then spew.

He must've been peeking through the clouds
Yearning to escape from his linen shroud
He speaks my name out aloud
Would i got to hear it when i'm in the crowd?

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